Chapter 0277 The word love is the most misleading, half of the devil body is disabled
That year Yue stood a few steps away from Mie Canglan, with her back to the blazing bloody night purgatory. Her slim figure seemed to have cut off the boundary between illusion and reality, turning everything Mie Canglan saw into a gentle illusion that shook people's hearts.
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Mie Canglan only felt waves of waves washing through his heart. The sharpness tempered by pain was gradually fading away in this long-lost tenderness, and a phantom light dancing like fluff rolled up in his bloody pupils.
"Master..." Mie Canglan's lips and teeth seemed to be stuck with hot honey. As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt a sweet smell welling up in his throat, and a sweet-like blood spread between his lips and teeth.
The smile of that year was half-shadowed by the blood smoke, and the figure made of ice and snow was just like the Qinglian Sect back then. Even though there were blood stains and dust and smoke blowing against my face, I still felt it was moving.
The ghostly wind twisted lingeringly, gradually tearing into millions of fragments of light that swept over Mie Canglan's figure. A sharp and extremely cold energy immediately penetrated Mie Canglan's body, but he seemed to be unable to even
He couldn't feel the pain, and the hand covering half of his disabled face was trembling and gradually loosened.
It was as if there was heavy snow on the ground, and the broken light scattered by the ghostly wind kept beating on Mie Canglan's body. The blood smoke surrounded his figure that was facing the moon back then, and the blood-colored shadows rose and fell across the sky and the earth.
The whistling sound was like a ghost crying, but it became a lingering accompaniment in Mie Canglan's ears.
Just because that gentle voice of that year kept calling him, "Canglan, come...Canglan, come to Master..."
The voice seemed to be full of sorrow, but also seemed to be full of joy. Mie Canglan knew that the moon back then was just an illusion in the formation, but this thought could not bring back his reason.
He knew that there was another murderous net in front of him, but he couldn't help but fall into it.
The broken light searched for Mie Canglan's energy layer by layer, suppressing all the cold and hot energy in his body. However, Mie Canglan was fatally inactive at this moment, and even though the cold and hot energy did not go up or down, it would not come down.
The ground stagnated in the body, blocking the blood vessels everywhere like a large piece of rapidly condensing ice.
"Well..." This heavy feeling of suffocation made Mie Canglan tremble, and the blood dripping and scattered on half of his face fell more quickly, and was immediately swept into the wind and dispersed into dark blood.
The broken light surrounding Mie Canglan's body suddenly gave off an extremely soft texture, supporting the young man's body like a large piece of torn velvet. As the broken light turned into a continuous white shadow, an uncontrollable wave of sleepiness rushed over.
The heavenly spirit that went up to destroy Canglan, its weak blood pupils became even more blurry.
"I..." This lingering feeling that is confusing and makes people want to fall asleep and ignore everything else penetrates into Mie Canglan's heart. His eyelids are like heavy curtains and cannot be opened. The scene in front of him flashes brightly and darkly.
Get moving.
"Canglan, are you tired?" Nian Yue smiled slightly and stretched out her slender snow-white fingers in front of Mie Canglan's eyes. The extremely cold touch encouraged Mie Canglan and further indulged the sleepiness all over Mie Canglan's body.
She touched Mie Canglan's face tenderly, curled her pale lips slightly, and breathed a piece of cold fragrance into Mie Canglan's ears, slowly wrapping around the young man's earlobe like a small snake, "Go to sleep,
Canglan, don’t think about anything anymore…”
"Master..." Mie Canglan could no longer stand and fell backward onto a large ball of soft broken light. The broken light bounced slightly like soft coral velvet, wrapping the young man's body like a huge hug.
into it.
And that year, Yue also took advantage of the situation and hugged Mie Canglan's neck, pressing her delicate body as cold as a thousand years of ice gently on his body, but the sad sound was entangled with a bewitching echo, "
Canglan, don’t wake up, just sleep in Master’s arms like this..."
The voice was clearly in the ear, but now it was getting more and more distant, as if coming from the lonely full moon, leading people into an eternal dream. Mie Canglan's hand fell, already tightly suppressed.
His body is even more unable to summon up any energy.
This obvious temptation turned into a prison with no way out, and Mie Canglan lay in it like a prey that no longer resisted.
The life-and-death warning of "this is an illusion" that kept flashing in Mie Canglan's mind finally dissipated. The black hand who set up this plot was attacking the tenderness deep in the heart, which is a restricted area that cannot be armed with wind and frost. Even if Mie Canglan
The city was already deep, but it was defeated by the infinite tenderness given to him by the phantom of the moon.
That trace of pure youthful love has never disappeared from Mie Canglan's heart. At this moment, it became the hook leading into the underworld, grabbing Mie Canglan and dragging him into the darkness.
Mie Canglan's blood pupils were still flashing with sporadic glimmers of light, but his breathing was as regular and steady as a deep sleep. A long-lasting dream filled his heavenly spirit overwhelmingly.
The half of the face that was no longer obscured was revealed. The handsome edges and corners had been corroded, the dark muscles were spread out, and a row of broken teeth was exposed on the lips. Although the other half of the face was intact, there were protruding veins.
The green veins are causing the corrosive air to cross the bridge of the nose, turning this peerless face into fine pieces of rotten flesh.
Mie Canglan could feel the excruciating pain on his face in a daze, but he could also feel the warm and fragrant embrace of the soft jade of that year on his body. The warmth like mother and sister swallowed up his reason layer by layer, just like
He was so decisive when facing the people of the Qinglian Sect who framed him that day, but he was unable to say a single fierce word to that year.
"Canglan, go to sleep..." The hypnotic gentle voice floated farther and farther away, and Mie Canglan's eyelids finally closed the last crack. At this moment, he seemed to feel that all the severe pain was cut off in an instant, and it seemed like
He felt that time and space were rapidly shrinking into a date core, but he no longer had the strength to deal with it.
"I'm so sleepy..." Mie Canglan coughed vaguely, and his voice sounded like a sad tremor, while Nian Yue tightly held his blood-stained palm, showing a gentle smile as if leading a lost child home.
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At the top of this soft white light, a deep smile emanated from behind the blood smoke that filled the sky. The blood moon hanging far above the nine-layered night sky slowly rippled, and the whites of its eyes turned out mockingly like a human eye.
The laughter gradually reverberated around, sweeping away layers of smoke, smashing up the blood, and roaring around Mie Canglan's body that collapsed limply in the white light. But he was lying quietly as if he was sleeping, with the streaks of blood on his body
The beautiful shadow is scattered into firefly-like fragments flying in the wind.
The fragments were flying all over the sky like funeral petals, and the white light was gradually recovered under the collision of laughter, making a clicking sound as it swallowed Mie Canglan's flesh and blood. The blood didn't even have time to flow out, and the whole piece of flesh and blood was corroded by the white light.
, the entire mass of white light gradually tightened like a cocoon, wrapping Mie Canglan into eternal sleep.
Just when the laughter couldn't be suppressed and expanded wildly, the wind howl that filled the entire formation suddenly weakened, and then the laughter also subsided slightly, and a low groan cut through the sky,
"What……"
At this moment, Mie Canglan was still lying in the white light without any consciousness. The white bones of his arms were exposed, and the crumbling blood skin was torn open on the side of his neck. But the devouring of the white light did stop in the distance, and was emitting
A buzzing tremor as if it was being forcibly blocked.
Even more dense than the bloody night sky in the formation, Mie Canglan's spiritual platform was as black as splashing ink. There was no light from broken sutras, no energy, cinnabar seals and magic eyes.
They were all closed quietly, sleeping together with their master in the corrosive white light.
"Canglan..." The darkness suddenly shook, emitting a chaotic gray light like snowflakes. Twisted cracks flashed out and disappeared suddenly like lightning, and the chaotic loops kept colliding with the dignified darkness.
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At this moment, a call broke into Mie Canglan's heavenly spirit, like a heavy knock on the door of the spiritual platform, and the entire spiritual platform trembled deeply. Mie Canglan straightened up slightly, and his body was like an empty shell.
It was like opening a mouth in all directions, pulling back the slightest bit of energy from the void.
This feeling was weak at first, but gradually opened a gap in Mie Canglan's sleeping dream, opening up countless small passages for the anxious but unyielding call, "Canglan... Mie Canglan...
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There seemed to be a strange magic door being knocked within Gong's body. Even Mie Canglan himself had never noticed the location of that magic door, but he was struck by the sound, which sent out waves like waves.
Mie Canglan felt that he was plunged into a drifting tide, swaying in the boundless darkness, but he gradually touched the edge of the other shore.
That voice was different from the old voice that had opened up the deepest memory of my body. It came clearly from above Mie Canglan. It was no longer blurry and drifting between the distant past and the misty future, but it was real and non-stop.
Approaching the boy's body.
A strange hot current gradually poured into Mie Canglan's meridians. The warm current actually had a familiar feeling like meeting again after a long separation, as if it had returned to Mie Canglan's body from the distant prehistoric times after passing through countless disasters.
The moment he sensed the heat flow, Mie Canglan's heavenly spirit, which was suppressed by heavy sleepiness, flashed with lightning. It aroused a large amount of spiritual light like the fire of creation shining on the earth, but what roared into his heart was a kind of desire.
I was moved with tears in my eyes, as if I saw something I cherished finally returned to my hands after suffering a lot of hardships.
Mie Canglan was hit hard on the chest by the hot emotion, and his limp body straightened up with full energy, and two sheets of hot water rushed away his heavy eyelids.
The moment he opened his bloody pupils, two hot bloody tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes and were immediately involved in the wind.
"Qingyang..." Mie Canglan moved his lips and teeth a few times before spitting out a hoarse voice. A feeling of nausea rushed up as his lips and teeth opened, and exploded when it hit his throat.
Quickly penetrate into the blood vessels everywhere and rush out.
Thick blood mist burst out of Mie Canglan's body, immediately breaking through the lingering white light, and a hissing sound of cracking brocade spread out. In the blink of an eye, the soft and corrosive power of bewitching
The white light was completely destroyed by the impact, and strands of white energy unwillingly entangled the blood mist, but were swallowed into the pure blood.
The moment the blood mist flew out, Mie Canglan straightened up suddenly, like a dry fish suddenly thrown into the water, and his light whizzed towards the blood pupil, which made Na Shang even more excited.
The shouts that clashed in my head became louder and louder.
"Qingyang...it's Qingyang!" Mie Canglan violently coughed out a mouthful of thick blood, and raised his half-broken face while Huo Li stood up. In front of his eyes was a mess of dancing fragments, like tiny petals.
The scene of purgatory was fragmented, and Lie Qingyang's voice seemed to come from behind the chaotic light and shadow, trying hard to break through the layers of psychedelic barriers and reach into Mie Canglan's heart.