Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

The gray mist dissipated, the pale moon shone on the earth, and the road was winding to an unknown place.

In the room where the candle was swaying, darkness was ups and downs, and the locked door had already been opened. The faint cold wind passed by, and even the candlelight was quietly hidden in the darkness.

A icy, slippery darkness snaked around his neck, tangled up in circles.

The eyes of the person on his body were red as blood.

He? Knowing it was an illusion, but couldn't help trembling because of the memory.

The red wedding dress has been dexterously untied by those things, and the golden hairpins and jaspers worn on his head have also been taken off, and the black hair spread out like a waterfall on the bed of wedding candy nuts, and Ye Yunlan's complexion became paler.

The Demon Lord leaned down, and the darkness behind him gathered into several paths, gathered towards him, and wrapped the two like silkworm cocoons.

He? He can no longer see the light, only two spots of blood in the darkness, like the only stars left in the deep dark night.

Something stroked his cheek, but at this moment he couldn't see clearly or distinguish whether it was the hand of Demon Venerable or something else.

"...Xianlong."

The voice of the other party rang in his ears, which contained the deep and mute of Demon Lord's own voice, but it seemed to contain the subtle and different voices of the other billions, which resounded in his mind together, extremely weird.

Ye Yunlan was stunned by the opponent's call. After returning to his senses, he was vigilant but raised the highest height in an instant.

Must have to escape——!

He closed his eyes and opened it again, propped up his soft body, pulled away the darkness around his neck, struggling to escape from the darkness.

But this kind of action seemed to anger the other party.

In the darkness, those two spots of scarlet burned like fire, and at the same time, there was darkness that was thicker than the night. They wrap around him like life, and stop his resistance. His neck was more tightly wound, and he felt the cold restraint on his wrists and ankles.

A pain came from his shoulder, Ye Yunlan snorted and smelled the sweet smell of blood.

——It was the Demon Lord who bit on his shoulder.

Such scenes have also happened in previous lives.

On the dark night of the full moon, when the opponent is on the verge of madness.

He was forced to stop and frowned.

The sharp canine teeth touched the flesh and blood, and slowly drew it over, as if tasting something.

"……enough."

Ye Yunlan finally couldn't help but speak in a dumb voice, but the other party turned a deaf ear, only burying his head in his shoulder.

The darkness surging around spreads its teeth and claws, and the close distance allows the unspeakable loss of control and madness to be passed on to the opponent.

Ye Yunlan felt a kind of weird confusion and pain, causing his spirit to have a sense of distorted division, as if thousands of thousands of himself were divided at the same time, while whispering in his mind at the same time.

Even if his soul had once landed on Taxu, it would still be affected, and he knew that this might not be one ten thousandth of what the other party could bear.

Can't... go on like this...

Ye Yunlan frowned and forced himself to think calmly.

He is in a state different from those who are usually caught in an illusion. He knows that he is awake and that the illusion is born of unforgettable memories in his heart, but he cannot rely on his own power to break free.

When he walked into the path leading to these houses in the sea of ​​flowers on the other side, he had fallen into the illusion, and the moment he met the paper man in the mirror, he fell into the second illusion.

Ordinary arts all penetrate into people's hearts layer by layer, and control their hearts. If he falls further down, his chances of breaking free will be slimmer.

It would be great if he could have a pure heart spell in his hand, otherwise, he could only use his spiritual power to forcefully use the pure heart technique to escape. And for him? Now the body, using spiritual power, is undoubtedly like drinking poison.

Mozun's finger stroked the wound on his shoulder, he trembled, "No..."

The other party raised his head and whispered in his ear.

"Lady... I want to spend a good night with you, okay?"

"Be here forever with me."

"together forever."

Ye Yunlan only shook his head, with half a tear in the end of his eyes, his slender fingers tried to grasp something.

It was just an illusion. he thinks.

And the person he was thinking of was never an illusion—suddenly, he felt a faint connection, which came from the lack of shadow connected with him.

Ye Yunlan's consciousness was lifted, and the idea of ​​calling out the shadow in the soul was strengthened.

Wrapping him? The darkness of his wrists became tighter and tighter, and the other party leaned over and kissed him? The teardrops at the end of his eyes, the breath is so crazy, but the movements are nostalgic for gentleness.

And he clenched his five fingers, and finally grasped his own cold weapon inch by inch.

"Don't cry." Vision said to him.

Ye Yunlan opened his lips slightly, trying to say something, but after all, he was silent.

And his? Spirit sword moved voluntarily, and the clear light of the sword wiped out his limbs.

The illusion is not the person after all, the irresistible darkness of the previous life is a little illusory in the sword light, but it is gathering at a very fast speed.

Ye Yunlan turned over to the ground and fled towards the window sill.

Because he was too anxious, he accidentally tripped on the rouge box on the ground, and there was a heart-wrenching pain in his ankle.

Ye Yunlan frowned and reluctantly stood up and came out of the window.

Looking back, the darkness in the room was faintly surging and turbulent. Two rods madly stretched out to pull him back, but they hit the window, as if there was an invisible object blocking it.

Ye Yunlan exhaled slowly, raised his hand and rubbed his temples, eyes drooping, looking at his sword holding hand.

After a long while, he raised his head and turned to look around.

The gray fog around has disappeared, the houses are quiet, all the candles that had been lit before have all been silent, and the noise of people has disappeared.

With his blurred vision, he could only vaguely see the house on the edge of the outside world, still entangled by the mist, but he saw the path under the moonlight winding outward.

Ye Yunlan raised his head and glanced at the pale moon in the night. He still used his spiritual sense to calculate once, and decided to walk outside along the path.

It's just that he sprained severely on his ankle, which has affected his walking, and he staggered a bit.

After walking for half a cup of tea, I walked to the edge of the path, and there was a gray mist in front of me.

The road was broken again.

Ye Yunlan stood in place, barely supporting the ground with a lack of shadow, but felt that this illusion was too vast and could not be caused by an ordinary formation.

Perhaps the vastness is not the formation, but something entangled in him.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the mist in the distance.

The figure was tall and dark, hidden in the mist, unable to see his face, but it felt like a demon.

Is it a phantom again?

There was a trace of unspeakable exhaustion on Ye Yunlan's face, he squeezed the sword in his hand, hesitated for a moment, after all, did not turn around to escape.

On the one hand, it was because of his sprained foot. On the other hand, it was because he had just used inspiration to find his way again. The feeling of the injury in his body gave him feedback, which was a bit bad.

He? Needs a rest.

……or! A long sleep.

The dark figure walked towards him step by step from the fog, and the fog would disperse a little wherever it passed. Those limbs and human faces that were twisted in the fog, for some reason, scattered around, without attacking the other side. .

When Ye Yunlan finally could see the face of the other side clearly, what he saw was not the hideous face in his memory, but the handsome face of Shen Shu.

He held the afterglow in his hand, his eyes were bloody, and his expression made Ye Yunlan feel strange and familiar.

"Such a strong nightmare breath..." The opponent's eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "You want to make an illusion to confuse me?"

He? Looked at the pale face in front of him, his head covered in black hair, and the distracted person, slowly licked his lips.

"It's been so many times, but I have made some progress. This time the illusion is shaped pretty well..." With that said, he smiled happily, but he couldn't see any emotions in his deep eyes.

Ye Yunlan intuitively felt that he had misunderstood something and wanted to explain, but even he? He couldn't tell whether it was Shen Shu himself or the illusion that he had encountered.

At this time, he would rather have the Demon Lord appear in front of him, because as long as he still retains his sanity, he will be able to know very clearly that everything related to that person is false.

Because that person had already turned to ashes before his eyes, and he didn't even leave his soul.

Ye Yunlan saw Shen Shu getting closer, "What do you want to do?"

Shen Shu's eyes were stained with blood, and the evil did not hide it.

He? said: "Eat you."

Ye Yunlan's complexion changed and he couldn't understand the meaning of Shen Shu's words. He looked at the other's scarlet eyes, which were very different from usual, and couldn't help taking a step back.

Haven't waited for him to react more, there is a flower in front of him, Shen Shu and him are already very close, his hand touched the afterglow of the other's hand, and at the same time, a strange connection touched his heart. .

——The Remnant Light Sword was refined by him at the expense of spiritual consciousness. Although he had already recognized Shen Shu as the master, he still had contact with him.

The person in front of you is not an illusion, it is really Shen Shu!

Ye Yunlan opened his mouth to speak, but Shen Shu's chin was suddenly pinched by Shen Shu, and Shen Shu leaned closer, biting her **** eyes with a trace of greed and desire.

His thin lips were bitten by the opponent, like tender meat held by a hungry wolf, and where Ye Yunlan couldn't see, darkness had enveloped his shadow, opening his mouth like an evil beast.

Ye Yunlan opened his eyes wide, his stiff body was bitten by Shen Shu.

"Let the illusion please me, just like your fellows do." Shen Shu bit his lips, his voice low and dangerous, "Otherwise, I will kill you."

He? He is accustomed to eating monsters in the Demon Abyss, and I don't know how many nightmares and other types of monsters have been solved along the way.

If it weren't for the illusion that this time was really tempting, it would give him an indescribable throbbing before he really swallowed the nightmare that created the illusion. He? He also wanted to tease this illusion. How could the nightmare hiding in the dark live to this point.

In reality, the master of "him?" is always dressed in white, as cold as snow, as if he is not stained with vulgarity at all. How could the clothes be scattered and waiting here in red wedding dress, just like a bride waiting for her husband to get married. ?

...Unlike the illusions created by the nightmares before, the person in front of them is not active or even stiff, which seems to be different from the illusions previously encountered.

...But the taste of these lips is too good...

--Snapped!

There was a crisp sound.

Shen Shu's face was slapped to the side, and red five-fingerprints slowly appeared on it. He was stunned, with a slightly unbelievable expression on his face.

Looking back, the pale face of the person in front of him was filled with anger, and the end of his eyes was flushed, and the mole on the end of his eyes seemed to flow with blood and tears.

The raised hand was still trembling, as if he was already very angry.

He frowned.

Is this a new trick of Nightmare, or...

He sniffed.

No, under the body of the person in front of him that was wrapped in the breath of nightmare, there was a vaguely familiar taste.

"...Master?"

He hesitated for a moment, then said.