Chapter 27: Magic bug

Yang gray smoke changed his position and sat down on the ground. The surrounding area has become a smog, the temple hall, the sun, the moon and the stars have disappeared, leaving him alone.
The illusion has disappeared.
The corpse of the broken butterfly at the foot trembled a little, and each piece was turned into a complete butterfly. The new three or four butterflies flutter around him, seeming to regard him as a fragrant flower.
Yang Ash smoked the dagger indiscriminately, and in the blink of an eye cut the butterflies into pieces. Countless pieces of debris have spawned countless red-winged black-winged butterflies, and a swarm of bees seems to surround him.
There is no end to killing, no life.
Yang gray smoke lightly laughed, the means of the Mozu is a bit interesting.
"The second dream is that I first started to be strong, poisoned Ye Zhiqiu, but gave the owner's waiter another person. I am mad, killing and killing... I am gradually addicted to killing. After the magic repair, I repaired it as a skyrocketing, and no one can compete under the heavens. I took the owner from the West Yin Palace and hid it to a place I only know. We stayed up all night, no more people. When the harassment was broken up, it was a really wonderful time."
"Unfortunately, the owner is tired of my entanglement after all, even if I send this world treasure to his eyes, do everything possible to please, can not save his chilly heart. I am heartbroken, angered in Xi Yin The royal family, the result was pierced into the heart by the owner."
"After I died, the soul still did not get rid of the punishment of the master. He sealed me in the wick of a soul lamp, and it was ruined by the ghosts of the night and night. The pleasure of that kind of thing was really unforgettable. ""
"Before the soul flew, I finally realized a truth."
"..." Knocking on your mother, which wonderful times have come to mind in the magical world!
"It’s really cool to be a murderer, but the reality is disappointing. Even if I am really enchanted, it’s impossible to step into the sky and smash the ground. You said that your devils don’t even have this benefit. All day, I will only play tricks, falsify, empty gloves, white wolves, who is willing to follow you!"
"..." Their Mozu is so useless, I really can't help you!
Recalling the next three or four hundred and six dreams, Yang Shiyan is fascinated.
"You are also quite exciting in these two games. Later dreams are similar, stereotypes, and repeated abuses. There are no new ideas. It is even more unforgivable that the master image of your interpretation is more The more monotonous stereotypes, the less like a marionette."
"Isn't it true that the Mozu is best at confusing people? If you are at this level, be sure to have a face to claim to be a demon? Just because you have such a stupid and useless magic, the magic road has been suppressed by the heavens! If I am you, I am already ashamed. The land is self-confident, and the neck is clean and neat."
Yang gray smoke handed a dagger to the front of nothingness, and the tone was undisguised disdain and malice.
"..." Is he really useless? What is the impulse to take over the dagger?
No, thinking is gradually being assimilated. Is this guy a contagious virus?
He...he is he...
For a long time, there was no movement, and the number of butterflies that were boring in Yang Shiyan played: "Are you still there? Is it the point of abuse in your next dream, that is, to live and boring me?"
I don't know where it came from "Kaz", it seems that something is broken.
If he felt it, he looked up and looked at the top, and there were countless huge cracks in the space. Like the broken mirror, countless pieces carrying his memories crossed in front of him.
A world is gradually falling apart.
When the last piece of debris under his feet also disappeared, the whole person fell to the boundless darkness.
......
Yang ash slammed his eyes open and jumped up from the ground. The golden-winged bird that was watching his heartbeat on his chest couldn’t help but fall off.
Feng Qingpeng’s eye-catching hand grabbed the love bird and put it on his head. He touched it with a soothing touch.
"you're awake?"
"Where is the owner?"
Both of them opened at the same time.
Feng Qingpeng reached out and pointed out that Yin away from the distance had discovered that his little boy had woke up and strode back. Yang gray smoke spread his arms and hurriedly greeted him. The two men clung together in the middle of the road.
Feng Qingpeng: "..." This familiar dog food flavor.
The ash smog in the arms of Yin Li: "The slaves are tempted by the demons, repeating the experience that was abandoned by the master over and over again. The feeling is unpleasant, and the slaves can't keep going."
His young, fragile and helpless mind was severely hurt by the sorrow, and the owner must hug and hold high to heal.
With his description, Yin carefully remembered, and remembered the old things more than twenty years ago. In the pity, he gave birth to a few funny things: "Which is so serious, you have only spent a day and a night, turning your head and arrogant. Into the Chaoyang Palace."
He wanted to take a break and take the opportunity to dismiss the two servicemen. As a result, Yang Shiyan successfully broke his atrium with the rogue spirit of cowhide.
The sorrowful woman is afraid of being riddled with lang. This sentence does make sense.
Yin was hugged and kissed, kissed her, and comforted her little boy, and took him back: "In any case, you can wake up from the magical illusion, and I will be relieved."
Since the cultivation of the magical power by Yang Ash, the most worrying thing about Yin is that he can't resist the erosion of the demons and break into the magic. This time he fell into a coma, Yin was away from the real focus. It’s just useless to do it, he can only do everything he can.
If his little boy doesn't wake up again, he may launch the final big move and summon his own ancestors.
auzw.com After enjoying the gentleness of the owner, Yang gray smoke has a mind to observe the surroundings. In this area, there are large and small tents, and there are thirty or forty stunned Jindan period monks.
"Master, how long has the slave been comatose?"
Yin sighed: "A month soon."
Yang ash smog, and he spent almost ten years in the illusion of the gods, but in reality it only lasted for a month. He knows that people like him who are half-footed into the magic road are the ones that the demons like most. This time, I was able to get out of it. In some respects, I also want to be grateful for the fact that the devil is shallow.
He didn't know much about the Magic Road. Although he often listened to his master, he always urged him to be alert to his heart, but he didn't have the experience.
Nowadays, I have experienced it in the magical illusion, but I have learned a little more about the legendary Mozu.
These monks, who are still unconscious, are afraid that it will be hard to wake up again. Even if you wake up, I am afraid it is not the original person.
Yang Shiyan told his own owner about his hidden worry, Yin nodded his face and said: "I have thought of this, all the unconscious monks are lying in the formation, if they wake up, they can not hurt the people around them for a while. After checking their identity, make sure they don't break into the magic, and let them be free."
Yang ash smoked to the stars: "The master is still so godlike."
Yin was pinching his nose: "The flattering has grown, but this time it was not what I thought of, but someone reminded me."
His gaze looked at the green woman who came not far from the money. Yang gray smoke frowned slightly, and the voice was secret: "Why did the owner put the woman out, what should I do if she escaped?"
Compared to the slippery sea, the guides are more credible.
He was shocked: "What about the guides?"
Yin was a bitter smile and pointed to the monks lying in a piece, and there were three familiar faces: "One is not left, all are there."
These cypress guides were only repaired during the training period, and they were bitten by the secretive cabbage worms. Now the demons are attacked and all fall.
Because he lost the guide, Yin stayed in the footsteps of the advancement. After consulting with Feng Qingpeng, he decided to let the sea get lost and guide them.
Yang Ashyan asked: "Does this woman know how to break it?"
Yin Li shook his head: "It is impossible to break the line, but it is quite familiar to those weird cabbage caterpillars and butterflies. She told us that the reason why you are unconscious is that you have been bitten by the magic insect. This insect comes from the devil world. The genus of the Mozu cultivating. Anyone who has been bitten by the worm, the heart will be planted into the 'magic egg'. After a period of time, the cloak will become a demons. The devil will try his best to confuse people. If they are tempted by them, they will break into the magic."
Yang Ashyan curiously asked: "The monk's demons are like this? How is it different from what I heard in the past?"
In the realm of comprehension, the monks talk about the devil, always accompanied by uncontrollable desires and evil thoughts. Those who will enter the devil are all wicked and evil, and those who are pure and pure will not invade.
For this, Yin Li has no way to answer him. He has never been enchanted, and naturally he has no experience.
Looking up at the sky, he said with emotion: "There is no way to understand the truth."
The Magic Road is also a rather complicated concept, and it is difficult to say it.
"What are you talking about?" After a while, the sea lost seemed more charming and looked more beautiful than before. She looked at Yin Yue and looked at her with a pair of beautiful eyes. "I am waiting to discuss with the Sixth Highness, but you have always said that you are very busy. Now, I am free to accompany my little lover."
Upon listening to this familiar tone, Yang gray smoke is uncomfortable, like a sea urchin, squatting and squirming, raising a soft smirk: "The master is not with me, who can accompany him? Know that we are small If you are newly married, don’t bother with it."
The sea lost its dark teeth, and it’s a shame.
Here, Yin is smiling and watching his own little male pet and the witch bickering, but I don’t know that in a place hundreds of miles away, someone has taken them one step and arrived at the Emperor’s Mausoleum.
Headed by the South China Sea National University, the four people have arrived at the entrance of the Emperor Gaolan, and they are very excited.
Hai Pingchao took out one of his own building treasures and built it on the open space: "We will rest outside for a night, recharge our batteries and re-enter the mausoleum tomorrow."
The rest of the people naturally have no opinions. Hailingbo has taken the opportunity to give his brother a chance to get along with him. If you can cook rice and mature rice, you can take this woman in one fell swoop.
She smiled and pushed her big brother to the side of the fascinating body: "Big brother, we can go through the defensive array so smoothly, and when we go to the imperial tomb, we all lose our cousin, you have to thank everyone."
Said, she pulled a green shirt to obey, and told him to follow him. But the green shirt attendant seemed unhappy and resisted a little.
Hai Lingbo's face is hard to look at.
"You come with me, Ye Zhiqiu!"
The author has something to say: Demon: You are only shallow, your whole family is shallow... Hey, people are also a big man in the demons.
Yang gray smoke: The magic road is really fallen.

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