The wealthy Bai Yueguang, she does not play cards according to the routine

Chapter 39 The Woman in White
Although someone exchanged the golden light on his body equally, his brother's body has recovered better than he imagined. Although there are some minor ailments, they are not serious.

But who is that expert who can draw out his own witch power?You must know that each generation of witches will accept the inheritance of the previous generation of witches from birth, and the witch power will be fully and completely awakened from the time they reach adulthood, and this is the case in every generation.

And due to the inheritance from generation to generation, the power of each generation of witches is getting stronger and stronger. In Jiang Shi's generation, because of the twins, the witch power is naturally stronger than that of previous generations of witches.

Even though the witch power was not fully awakened when he was young, he had been cultivating in the enchantment with sufficient aura, and his own cultivation base was stronger than most spiritual practitioners outside.

Who can exchange the witch power that she left on Jiang Ye without her noticing?
Jiang Shi couldn't figure it out, since he came to Beijing, why did he always feel that someone was secretly manipulating all this?

Someone was inducing himself to discover the abnormality in Gu Yan.

If that person's plan is to completely solve Gu Yan's problems, then he will not be able to do so, after all, he is not a good person.

Not everyone is qualified to let him make a move. What does the life and death of others in this world have to do with him?From beginning to end, my own responsibility is only with my own people.

Sure enough, what grandma said was right, people who are not of my race must have a different heart.

Now that person can take away the witch power from Ah Jun without anyone noticing, so next time, will he just take away the only half of the witch blood left on him?

After all, people's hearts are unpredictable!
Because of her credulity in the human race, her own mother lost her soul in the end, her soul imprint could not return to the clan land, and she could not be reincarnated forever.

The power of the human race is very small, but they are very cunning. The mother who was a witch at the time had reached perfection and was already extremely powerful, but she still fell into the trap of that man's rhetoric, and finally disappeared.

As a branch of the ancient Twelve Witch Clans, the Miaojiang Survivors are in charge of the power of nature, can control Gu insects and beasts, communicate with the aura of heaven and earth, and are good at forming formations and forming seals.

Even though he is so powerful, he never joins the world, does not get involved in any peace and affairs of the world, sticks to his duty, and never goes beyond half a point. For generations, it has been his responsibility to protect the seal of demons.

But if someone really dares to bully him, then I don't mind showing them some color.

Jiang Shi's closed eyes were unpredictable, and his expression became colder and colder.

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After dark.

The young man with exquisite and handsome facial features was lying on the big pure black bed, with cold sweat pouring out from his forehead, his sword-shaped eyebrows were tightly frowned, his lips were pale, and his expression was painful, as if he was being haunted.

It was this familiar dream again, Gu Yan was bathed in the bloody light of the shadows of swords and swords, and his eyes were already red. He didn't care about the scars on his body, and just waved the sword in his hand mechanically.

Suddenly, the scene changed, and he was pierced by a spear through his breastbone, and he was lying half dead in a cave.

I... am I going to die?

A sudden burst of coolness came from the wound, and a white catkin was gently pressed on the chest, and the spear was slowly pulled out from the body. It should be painful, but the body did not have any pain and burning, and I was already used to the pain. Gu Yan couldn't adapt for a while.

For a moment, it was a bit unclear whether this was reality or a dream.

In a trance, an ancient woman in a white dress and a white gauze appeared in front of her. Her blue-black hair was only raised by a black sandalwood hairpin. A pair of pure black eyes.

Seeing those bright and clear eyes like black pearls, for some reason, a pain, sourness, longing and various complex emotions welled up in my heart.

A sob suddenly choked up in his throat, but the pain in his heart came one after another. This kind of pain was not like the pain of flesh and blood that tortured him in ordinary times. Regret and guilt came from the depths of his soul together, and he was suddenly overwhelmed. I was so overwhelmed that I couldn't breathe, my soul seemed to be being cut by a knife, my heart hurt so much, I felt an indescribable suffocation.

Although the pain coming from the heart was so clear, it was like moths to a flame. After seeing the woman in white, the joy was better than the pain, and both hands involuntarily stretched out in front of the woman.

I have to catch...to...

The young man's beautiful amber eyes suddenly opened, panting uncontrollably, his chest heaving continuously, and the corners of his eyes were faintly red.

Looking at the ceiling with blank eyes, Gu Yan kept recalling those eyes in his mind, and the feeling in his heart became more and more complicated. The figure of the woman has been blurred, but those eyes...

Those black eyes are too similar to hers, but they are not so different. The eyes of the woman in the dream looking at him are extremely sad, but full of affection and tenderness.

The temperament of the whole body is compassionate, the whole body is illuminated by the holy light, noble and holy, more like a Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering.

No... not her, she wouldn't have that look.

Recalling that affectionate yet slightly sad look again, bursts of pain continued to come from the depths of his heart, Gu Yan sat up, bent down to hold his heart involuntarily, and his heart was very restless.

Obviously, he has never dreamed of the scene of the sea of ​​blood, and even compared with the previous dreams, the scene of the woman in white helping him heal his injuries is more like a fantasy dream.

However, the sour feeling coming from the depths of the heart, but I don't know what happened, it made Gu Yan's throat inexplicably choked up, and an indescribable sense of longing surged in his heart.

It was clearly just a phantom in a dream!

He didn't even see his figure clearly, just looking at those eyes made his heart feel so uncomfortable.

Gu Yan got up and turned a book, a wall next to him suddenly opened, a dark staircase appeared, he walked down the stairs, and then walked into a secret room.

The young man walked straight forward along the path, his handsome face as sharp as a knife was extremely indifferent, and then he pressed his hand against the wall, and the incandescent lamp instantly lit up.

This place is like a small lounge, with wardrobe, bed, computer...everything is available, the only difference is.

There are portraits, big or small, hanging on the walls here, and the empty room is full of portraits of the same young girl, gentle, bright, indifferent, angry, impatient...

Each of the portraits is lifelike, and the girls are painted with agility, every frown and smile are so lively, from these we can see how much painstaking effort the masters of these paintings have put into them.

Gu Yan looked at the girl in the painting expressionlessly, and felt that his heart was a little calmer, and his heart no longer suffered so much. The appearance of the girl was more like a good prescription for Gu Yan.

And it is the most indispensable medicine, and the only medicine.

He turned on the computer next to the table, clicked on a folder, and there was a video of a girl sleeping in it. Hearing the girl's even breathing and seeing the girl's peaceful sleeping face, Gu Yan felt that his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

(End of this chapter)