The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 45
The night in Fancheng is very dark.

Much darker than normal nights.

Ordinarily, on a normal night, you can see a vague shadow no matter what, and you can vaguely see the outlines around you.But here, it seems that everything has been painted with thick black ink, and nothing can be seen around.

It makes people think that their eyes are as black as they are blind.

Fu Wan could feel that the evil spirit was shielding their perception, but to her, this level of evil spirit was nothing at all, but for several disciples, such evil spirit was already too much to deal with.

She walked towards them lightly.

A gust of wind suddenly hit, Fu Wan subconsciously blocked and grabbed the man's wrist!
Fu Wan looked sideways, it turned out to be Song Jing, she whispered: "It's me."

The young man's eyes were sharp and cold, even if he couldn't see him, Fu Wan felt a chill down his spine. He let go of his hand abruptly and distanced himself from Fu Wan.

Fu Wan: "..."

Fu Wan couldn't help complaining to the system in his heart: "According to the normal routine, wouldn't a young couple with a good heart be able to recognize each other at a glance?"

I'm so angry that I didn't recognize her.

The system said: "If you didn't deliberately seduce him just now, he would definitely recognize it."

Fu Wan: "Can what Bai Yueguang did be called seduction?!"

The system continued: "And you really want him to discover your sand sculpture avatar?"

Fu Wan: "I was wrong."

Fu Wan and the system went back and forth, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the scene around him had changed.

Fu Wan found himself kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, and Qingshuang was broken into several pieces.There were quite a few people standing beside her, and they pointed at her, "A waste like her should have died a long time ago."

"Why are you so useless?"

"Help you? Do your own thing. Since you don't know how to do it, go to hell."

"This world only needs the strong, the weak shouldn't live."

"Nobody needs you."

"Because you can't compare with them, you can't get anything. Isn't it your own fault?"

"You can't get anything, what can you live on?"

"She can't even afford a piece of clothing. Look at the clothes she is wearing..."

Some of these people wore modern clothes, and some wore clothes from the cultivation world.Each of their faces is either mocking, condescending, mean, or vicious.Fu Wan looked down at her blood-stained clothes, with no expression on her face, tears were falling quietly.

She felt very sad and painful in her heart, overwhelming emotions, and Fu Wan felt as if she had suddenly fallen into a quagmire.

do you like being alive
Do you like this world?

I don't know who whispered in her ear, Fu Wan thought of many memory fragments, lowered his eyes, and subconsciously answered him, "I don't like it."

Then you die... If you die, you don't have to be tortured alive...

But at this moment, Fu Wan suddenly raised his eyes, his gentle and hopeless eyes burst out with a firm brilliance, and the clear frost in his hands split all the phantoms, Fu Wan cursed tearfully: "It's none of your business whether I live well or not! !"

The bustling people were suddenly split by Qingshuang's bitter sword energy and turned into phantoms, and there was a burst of anxious and painful rat calls.

Flying snow fell in the sky, Qingshuang's sword energy swayed away the monster energy, and the surrounding barriers were instantly shattered!

Fu Wan immediately put away Qingshuang, and opened the folding fan in her hand. Fu Wan knelt on the fan, drew a spell with the blood of her fingertips, and followed the spell to find Song Jing.This is a very common illusion in the world of comprehension, but the disciples of the Qiuhua Sect are full of thoughts, and cultivation is to cultivate the mind, so Fu Wan is not very afraid of this.

On the other hand, Song Jing was paranoid and gloomy, she was very afraid that he would be trapped in the illusion.

Sure enough, not long after, Fu Wan saw Song Jing standing under the Chaoyu tree covered in blood.

Under the Chaoyu tree lay a dead girl.

The woman was dressed in white and wore a white dress, and her three thousand long hair was tied up with only one sandalwood hairpin. Even though she was not angry at all, she was still as beautiful as the brightest moonlight.

Song Jing was surrounded by a thick black demonic energy, because this environment was his world, and he couldn't see Fu Wan as an outsider.Fu Wan anxiously went over to show him that it was just fake, but the other party couldn't see him at all.

Fu Wan remembered having a headache, "System, what should I do?"

The system is disconnected again.

Fu Wan took a closer look, only to find that his eyes had turned red, and his pale face had a painful expression.

"Master..." He took a step back in pain, knelt on the ground and pulled "her" by the sleeve, thick tears of blood flowed from his eyes, "Master, I don't want...I don't want to kill Master, I Accidentally... Master..."

Blood slowly flowed from the lips of the woman on the ground, and her snow-white skin quickly turned into pustules and rotten flesh.

He was stunned for a moment, subconsciously rushed forward and hugged the corpse full of pus, blood and rotting flesh tightly into his arms, pouring devil energy into the corpse continuously in his hands, but the corpse still quickly turned into bones, maggots and rotting flesh all over the ground, he hugged scattered The broken bones and rotting flesh refused to let go.

The thick devilish energy almost swallowed him, shaking the ground around him.

Fu Wan was shocked.

"Master, I will accompany you..."

Song Jing murmured in a low voice, a desperate smile appeared on his lips, his right hand turned into a blood-red brilliance, and he slapped his chest suddenly!

Fu Wan had no choice but to dodge and lie in front of him, using his body to bear the blow forcefully.Because it's not her home field, her mana can't be used here, but the only real thing here is him and herself.

Even if he used his ultimate move to kill himself, it was not enough to kill her.

Even so, Fu Wan suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood!

The surrounding scene suddenly collapsed, Song Jing looked at the person in front of him, his pupils trembled, and he quickly reached out to hug her.

"Master!" He reached out and removed her veil almost immediately.

Seeing that it was indeed her, his eyes turned red immediately, he held her tightly in his arms, stretched out his hand to carefully wipe off the blood from the corner of Fu Wan's mouth, his eyes were full of struggling regret, "Why is Master here?"

Fu Wan's chest hurts like being torn apart. Because of the Heart Demon Gu, she had already suffered internal injuries. In addition, she directly used her body to block his ultimate move, and the previous cold poison also caused serious damage to her body. Injury, no matter how severe it is, can't stand such a series of injuries.

Fu Wan didn't dare to open his mouth, fearing that he couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that she was silent, Song Jing said, "Master is worried about me, isn't he?"

Fu Wan still didn't speak, and secretly adjusted his breath.

"Master..." His lips fell on Fu Wan's lips, and he wrapped his arms around Song Wu's slender waist, but his eyes fell deeply into the depths of Fu Wan's eyes. Fu Wan was caught by his strong and painful eyes I was taken aback.

Song Jing could taste the blood in Fu Ban's mouth.

Fu Wan still couldn't hold back, her throat sweetened, she subconsciously pushed him away, but she didn't.

　It's still a day to ask for tickets and Doudou ()
　　
　
(End of this chapter)