Feeding humans, she's serious

Chapter 78 Illusion?another world

A white mist suddenly appeared in front of him.

After everyone walked up the stairs, the surroundings suddenly became quiet and empty. They only heard a call, and Ning Zhi subconsciously turned his head. Gu Fanyin, who was supposed to be standing beside him, had disappeared.

Even Wu He Qianqiuxue, who was talking just now, was nowhere to be seen. Ning Zhi lowered his eyes, pulled the corners of his lips, and stepped on the unknown plane without hesitation.

In the next second, the environment in front of him changed again.

The gorgeous and gloomy old castle stands silently in the depths of the dense forest. Looking from a distance, there are clusters of bloody roses under the thorny railings.

What is this place?
Ning Zhi frowned, he had never seen such a building even in his previous life.

He tried to go forward, but found that he was floating in the air like a ghost, neither touching nor approaching automatically.

The gate of the ancient castle slowly opened to Ning Zhi. On the blood-red carpet, at a glance, it was a banquet where cups were exchanged.

Those people... no, maybe they weren't people.

Ning Zhi's face was rarely solemn, and the closer he got, the more intense his inhuman features became.

Until, as if he was sucked in, he slowly landed beside a cub.

With dark red pupils and black hair hanging down the shoulders softly, the little one sat alone on a high chair, looking at the extravagant scene below, eyes full of emptiness and desire.

"Little Fanyin," a strangely dressed man suddenly came over, picked up the goblet in his hand, and waved it in front of little Gu Fanyin with a smile.

Seeing her looking over, the man stretched out his hand to hug a figure who turned his back from the side, and stroked the man's long hair with his slender and fair hands, with a deep and seductive tone in his tone: "Little Fanyin, how about brother's human beings?" ?”

"Is it much better looking than those?"

As he spoke, he stroked the neck of the woman beside him, moving up slowly and gently.

Ning Zhi followed Gu Fanyin's angle of view, and what he saw were several pairs of eyes looking over at the same time. They hugged the human beings around them, full of possessiveness and comparison.

Is this the demon she was talking about?

Ning Zhi remembered what Gu Fanyin always said, and looked down at his attire, completely incompatible with this place.

"It's so noisy," Gu Fanyin covered his ears, and in response to this, he only glanced at those people lightly, and then lowered his eyes.

Ning Zhi moved slightly, couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch her baby-fat face, but just as he touched it, the hand completely penetrated her body.

"Tch," Ning Zhi withdrew his hand and stood by, condescendingly looking down at the depressed Gu Fanyin, wondering what he was thinking.

"Little Sanskrit, are you envious?" The man who came over was unwilling to let go. Hearing this, he put his head on the shoulder of the woman next to him, and even shook his head with interest: "I'll get better after a night of sleep."

"Our little Sanskrit is too young now."

Gu Fanyin's answer was to turn her back and keep people out with her thin shoulders.

It was rare to see her childish appearance, Ning Zhi couldn't help laughing, and then looked at the luxurious banquet hall, secretly absorbing useful information.

Is this Gu Fanyin's world?

It turns out that beyond the world, there is still a world.

So, isn't it also a choice to destroy the dirty and bad ones?
Ning Zhi smiled lightly, squatting on his knees, obviously unable to touch it, but poking at Gu Fanyin with great interest.

He remained like this until the banquet was over.

After the excitement, Gu Fanyin was the only little devil left in the exquisite castle.

She opened her blood-red eyes, looked up at the light source hanging above her head, and finally buried her head in the soft sofa as if bored.

"Human beings... are they that good?"

Gu Fanyin's voice was still childish and hoarse, but when she said this, she couldn't help showing a little yearning.

It started from here... Ning Zhi thought of this person's excessive attachment sometimes, and his originally good mood sank a little bit.

Thinking about possessing human beings in such a small way... Gu Fanyin really never surprised him.

The night outside was getting darker, Ning Zhi propped his chin in boredom, watching helplessly as the little man dragged out a huge coffin from his side.

The silent memory suddenly attacked, Ning Zhi's face froze slightly, and then he watched Gu Fanyin open the coffin and get in.

Ning Zhi: ...

That sentence about sleeping in a coffin is actually true?

He just wanted to follow in to check, but before he moved, he felt his consciousness suddenly go numb for a moment, and when he regained his composure, the scene in front of him changed again.

At this time, Gu Fanyin was no longer that childish look. She was standing on the high platform, leaning against the mottled painted paintings, and watched the bloody fight with indifference.

Ning Zhi also fixed his eyes, and then... saw unknown creatures with different expressions.

Some are holding a scepter and wearing a golden crown, and some are wearing white robes with wings behind them... There are even soul bodies similar to him.

Even a few familiar faces who happened to meet at the banquet before were also in the middle of the fire.

Ning Zhi watched with his own eyes those well-dressed demons secretly stumbling people, and intensifying what was originally a polite attack.

And they had bewitching smiles on their faces from beginning to end.

Ning Zhi still stood beside Gu Fanyin, like an outsider, taking in everything.

"Little Sanskrit!" The man in exquisite clothes climbed up from the other side, with a clear smile in his dark red eyes, "You should stay away, and be careful not to be splashed with blood by those foolish insects."

He stretched out his hand, and slowly opened his tightly closed palm, and the red rose inside was slowly revealed.

Gu Fanyin looked disgusted: "There are roses around the castle, I don't need these."

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled, slowly holding the rose in his palm, pointing sideways to the chaotic group below, "The 21st battle between the gods and the ghosts, the rose raised by the first drop of blood, don't you think it's very beautiful?" ?”

Gu Fanyin didn't say anything this time, she reached out to take it, her gaze fell on the flower, as if in a daze.

"Is little Sanskrit unhappy?"

As the voice fell, a tall woman climbed up from the other side. Her pupils were even more magnificent red. Her gaze fell on Gu Fanyin, and her tone was slightly pampering: "This time, the old man who hit our demon before the fort, and made them cross the line."

"It's not crossing the line." Gu Fanyin raised his head, looked coldly at the group below, and said in an extremely calm voice, "It's a warning and a provocation."

The woman laughed, her voice was like the most beautiful piece of music, but her words were cold and merciless: "Then according to what little Sanskrit said, what should we do?"

Gu Fanyin broke off the rose in his palm, let the petals scatter in the wind, lowered his eyelashes, unable to see his expression clearly: "Of course it is..."

"Show the claws of the devil."

(End of this chapter)