Heavenly practice

Shen Zhuo suddenly stopped and looked in the direction behind him.

It was so dark that he didn't even know if what he was looking at was behind him. He couldn't help it, because it was too dark, it was black as thick as ink, not like the endless universe with speckled stars.

In this world, the time cannot be distinguished, and even the direction cannot be distinguished.

The anxiety that was deliberately hidden in Shen Zhuo's heart slowly emerged.

How long has he been here?How is it outside?Has the person behind Qin Si appeared?Has his body changed?

What's more, the ghostly illusion is boundless, even the breath and consciousness are blocked, even if someone comes in to look for him, they can't find him, not even a demigod.

A series of questions rushed in, Shen Zhuo pressed his temple with a headache, took a deep breath to keep himself calm, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his elbow.

The unexpected pain caused Shen Zhuo to subconsciously shake his arm, something suddenly flung out from his wide sleeve, and that thing grabbed his sleeve nimbly.

"... Wujin?"

Shen Zhuo suddenly thought that he seemed to have stuffed that mouse into his sleeve before getting on the sedan chair, so it was always there?

He stretched out his hand to touch it, and sure enough, he touched the hair of his hand. The mouse didn't react after being touched by him, but was eager to try in a certain direction instead.

Shen Zhuo's heart moved, and he grabbed his tail.

"squeak!"

The big mouse barked dissatisfiedly, but Shen Zhuo still didn't let go, "There's nothing you can't see here, take me with you if you want to go, just tell me which direction to go, and I'll take you there."

The mouse was silent for a while, probably looking back at him, because Shen Zhuo "saw" its movements in its sea of ​​consciousness.

Then the mouse squatted in his palm, and at the same time a message came from Shen Zhuo's mind - [Turn left. ]

Shen Zhuo turned left without hesitation, and a glimmer of hope emerged in his heart.

This is a boundless, formless, formless ghost illusion. Although it shouldn't appear, it is still the ghost illusion set in his mind, so he can be sure that he is the only one in the newborn small world formed by the ghost power at this moment. There is nothing else, let alone anything that Wu Jin, the treasure hunting mouse, is interested in.

But right now, the mouse's reaction was very intense, as if some rare spiritual treasure was placed in a certain direction, which aroused a trace of curiosity and hope in his heart—could someone come in?

[Go straight. ]

Shen Zhuo did as he did, and after silently counting a few thousand steps in his heart, the mouse finally called to stop.

He finally noticed something strange.

There was the sound of clothes being rubbed, and the sense of urgency and fear in his mind was suppressed, and Shen Zhuo stretched out his hand tentatively—he could feel that there was someone in front of him.

A lock of long hair.

Shen Zhuo was so frightened that his back went cold, countless ghost pictures popped up in his mind instantly, he immediately withdrew his hand, but was suddenly held by the other hand.

Wu Jin didn't know what frightened him, so he turned his head and slipped back into his cuff.

Shen Zhuo's scalp was numb, and he calmed down a bit in the next moment, and boldly followed that hand back to hold it.

It should be a man's hand, slender and powerful, with clear bones, not slender, with a cool temperature, and a loose force wraps his hand in the palm.

Shen Zhuo rubbed the palm of that hand, and the other hand held his hand and held his ring finger.

His heart skipped a beat, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in his mind. This posture looked like a foreplay for a marriage proposal, and it was still in his mind just now.

So he smiled, grasped the opponent's hand, then patted the opponent's shoulder, and said with a smile, "Why did you come in too? Come to save me?"

"..."

There was no sound in the darkness, and the other party was silent.

Shen Zhuo asked suspiciously, "Long Xiang?"

"..."

"Tsk, why is it suddenly a bit cold, is this ghostly illusion still cooling down?"

"..."

"dragon……"

This time, before he could shout out, he was grabbed by the wrist and pulled forward, crashing into a cool embrace.

Shen Zhuo didn't panic, let alone be surprised. Instead, he leaned against the other's chest and said leisurely, "Oh, Long Xiang, don't hug, hug, men and women can't kiss each other~"

The hand wrapped around his waist increased his strength, causing Shen Zhuo to feel pain. He took a deep breath and grabbed the other party's long hair hanging behind his back.

"It hurts! Let go!"

The strength around the waist loosened, but Shen Zhuo's hand did not have the long hair of the other party, but was held in the palm of the hand, wrapping around the fingers, with a mocking tone.

"I thought it was my cute little nephew who came to save me, but I didn't expect that it was the demigod who came down to earth, panicking."

"..."

The other party still didn't speak, Shen Zhuo lowered his eyes and withdrew from his arms.

"I used to hear people say not to have a long-distance relationship, because no matter what happens, the other party can't explain in time, and can't immediately know the other party's thoughts and intentions. At that time, I didn't care about it. Later, I thought about it, maybe I didn't care about that person. , Now it seems that long-distance relationship is really not good, but what is even worse is that you never even know whether the other party is happy with you. "

Shen Zhuo paused, and asked, "Do you have something to say to me, Chang Ming?"

As soon as the last two words were uttered, the people in the darkness finally moved—a cool kiss fell on Shen Zhuo's lips, and it fell apart instantly.

"Just like this moment, you can see me and kiss me, but I can't see you, and I can't kiss you."

The corners of Shen Zhuo's mouth curled up, "The Moxiu pretending to be Bai Yuanhong told me that you don't love me and never will. I was really sad to hear that. Would you like to comfort me?"

The man in the dark finally spoke, and he said, "Come out with me."

"You really came to save me?"

"..."

"Are you really staring at me in the water mirror every day like Qin Huang said?"

"..."

The scene of a certain demigod looking at him blankly appeared in his mind, Shen Zhuo couldn't help laughing, he followed that hand to greet him, and the other hand touched that pretty face.

"I recognized you when I touched your hair. Long Xiang doesn't have loose hair like yours."

"..."

A certain demigod stretched out his hand to block his restless hand, and Shen Zhuo was in a good mood, "After the Qinglin event is over, let's have a good talk, before we all calm down, I will think about how to treat you , you also think about how to treat me, and finally decide whether we are going the same way in the future."

"..."

"Good or bad, answer me, you are not someone who can escape, otherwise... I will feel that you are hiding something from me."

"..."

Shen Zhuo was helpless, grabbed his hair and complained, "You don't like talking to me so much?"

"Su Tianming's life is not long." Chang Ming said abruptly.

"..."

Shen Zhuo rolled his eyes, making it seem like he couldn't see the situation clearly, "Can you get out?"

"Only one person."

"..."

Shen Zhuo's smile disappeared, "What do you mean?"

Chang Ming's voice was faint, "Count silently to three times, I will open the exit of the Nether Illusion, and protect your body with an array..."

When he spoke, he had already let go of Shen Zhuo's hand, but Shen Zhuo grasped it tightly, and said coldly, "Don't make it clear for me, are you going to sacrifice yourself to save me, my lord demigod?"

"I'll go out."

"After thousands of years?"

Shen Zhuo sneered, "I also created this ghostly illusion, even I can't find the exit, can you find it?"

"can."

"..."

The demigod is so domineering, Shen Zhuo wanted to hit someone after hearing it.

"Don't forget the one-year agreement you still owe me."

Shen Zhuo said something coolly, but the other party fell silent immediately.

"Although I can't find an exit, I can create an exit to integrate it with the present world."

"..."

"Don't talk again! Can't you answer? You really can't chat like this."

"You want Shenyuan."

"..."

One sentence from Chang Ming broke Shen Zhuo's mind, and the author greatly discovered that routines didn't work for this man at all, because this man was not bad at words, nor cold, but just disdainful of pretending not to understand things that he could see through at a glance.