The two scarlet lights were like evil eyes, getting closer and closer and approaching faster and faster.
Even though I had tried my best to run backwards, those two scarlet lights were like tarsal maggots, tightly wrapped around the soul, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of them.
Could it be that one cannot rely on the entanglement of fate to cultivate one's cultivation in the realm of gods?
A sad and desperate question came from the bottom of my heart, but before I had time to shout out the question in my heart, two scarlet and coquettish lights had completely covered it.
His consciousness, his physical body... everything was swallowed up in an instant, leaving only a bloody red in front of him.
The final feeling is the suffocation of death.
"ah!"
Yan Yan suddenly sat up and breathed heavily.
Her eyes rested on the opposite wall.
At dusk, like a beauty with her makeup off, she casts her graceful figure on the pink-white wall. She can't help but stare at the bustling streets, as if she is looking forward to her husband's return.
The orange light was reflected by the wall and shone into Yan Yan's eyes, gradually erasing the lingering lingering fear inside, and the light inside finally became quiet again.
"despair!"
A chess piece falls into the game.
Yan Yan felt her heart fall into her chest with this crisp voice.
She turned her head and looked at Mr. Yumei gratefully.
I don’t know when Mr. Yumei came in. He obviously used his magical power to help her meditate on the chess piece just now.
Yan Yan got up and got out of bed, walked to the coffee table and sat down cross-legged. He didn't have time to boil water, so he took a few big gulps of cold tea.
"I haven't had a nightmare for a long time."
The cold tea rushed into his stomach with a hint of coolness, suppressing the dryness and irritation caused by the emotions in the dream, and Yan Yan sighed comfortably.
Mr. Yumei asked curiously: "Is it still the dream you always had before?"
Mr. Yumei already knows everything about Yan Yan, including her origins and her nightmares.
Yan Yan thought for a while and frowned: "I don't know if the time interval is too long. Now in my dream, William's clear face is no longer there, only those red eyes."
"But I feel that those red eyes seem to be more intense in color. I don't know if it's because of the dream or something else."
But Yan Yan can be sure that she has not forgotten William's appearance.
How could I forget!
"Perhaps you have been too nervous recently." Mr. Yumei explained.
The white steam in the kettle made a cheerful sound as it pushed against the lid. Yan Yan made tea and gave each of them a cup.
Mr. Yumei picked up the cup, first paid respect to Yan Yan, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you actually injured the emperor's golden body. It's really amazing."
Yan Yan laughed loudly: "Sir, please don't laugh at me. That's called an injury? It's a hole as big as a needle's nose on your little finger. It's not embarrassing enough to say it."
Mr. Yumei did not smile: "That is the Eastern Qing Emperor. Even if it scratches a little bit of skin, it is a great event."
"I remember when I was a child, I went out traveling with my master and came across a very deep cliff. As I went all the way down, I could see fiery red magma through the gaps at the bottom of the cliff."
"Normally no one goes to that kind of hot place. There are only a few great monks with fire spiritual roots meditating there all year round. How do you know that cliff that goes deep into the center of the earth came from?"
Yan Yan shook his head.
Mr. Jade Eyebrow: "Early in ancient times, Emperor Canghua's body was not fully grown yet and she had to shed her scales every few years. The deep stream was a piece of dragon scale that accidentally fell into the mortal world when she was shedding her scales.
Come out."
Yan Yan was surprised: "Is it so evil? It must be a rumor."
Mr. Yumei shook his head: "There are clear scratches on both sides of the cliff, as neat as a knife. The emperor also admitted it himself."
"Xi Shen recorded in the Book of Genesis: The firmness of heaven and earth is the way, and the softness of heaven and earth is the way. The combination of hardness and softness is the universe. The nine lines are used as a metaphor for the dragon. The nine dragons combined into one are the elephants of the universe.
"
After Mr. Yumei finished talking about the note left by Xi Shen in "Genesis", he looked at Yan Yan and said with a smile: "Xi Shen already made it very clear back then. The one who unites the nine dragons is the emperor. The emperor is as good as the Tao.
.”
Canghua symbolizes the way of being both strong and soft. His body is so strong that no one in the world of mountains and seas can be strong.
At that time, the Shi'e clan devoted all their efforts to build a dragon-slaying platform specifically to deal with Canghua. What was cut off was only Canghua's spiritual consciousness, but his physical body could not be broken at all.
Yanyan fell silent.
She was suddenly quite proud of herself.
Canghua can fight, mainly because he is too tough to fight.
Therefore, if others take action, others cannot touch him.
When it was his turn to take action, others would be dead.
That's right, that's probably how Canghua can fight.
Yan Yan lowered his head and glanced at his arms.
Several cuts have not healed yet.
Even though he had been soaked in the Lieshan Cauldron for many days, the two wounds were so deep that the bones were broken into pieces.
Unfortunately, in the Sumeru realm, she could recover it even if it was broken down into cells. Finally, it was refined through the Lieshan Cauldron and put into her body before being put back into her body.
Therefore, it takes extra time to heal these two wounds.
"After the emperor personally tempered your body during this period, your strength should have reached the peak of the god-transformation realm. You should be confident now, right?"
Mr. Yu Mei looked at Yan Yan with a smile and asked.
Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Mr. Yumei and smiled: "There are really too many. It's not that I don't have confidence, it's that I'm not sure."
Mr. Yumei nodded: "It's true that there is a lot, but you also have a lot of bacon."
Yanyan bared her teeth and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Sir, you can see it!"
Mr. Yumei: "Your two big leaders are very capable and can fully understand your intentions. They directly deliver it to the people in the entire city. This eliminates the possibility of some bacon being taken out of the city by distributors."
"This shows that they have figured out your intention and try their best to distribute the bacon to the people living in the city. In this way, they indirectly keep all the bacon in the city. They are two extremely smart little guys."
When the leaders of the caravan were mentioned, Yan Yan felt happy and nodded: "I, the leaders, each have their own personalities, but they are all equally capable."
As the two of them talked, the red lanterns in the restaurants and teahouses on the street became brighter and brighter.
The lantern is getting brighter and brighter, which means the light is getting darker and darker.
In the room, I don’t know since when, Mr. Yanyan and Mr. Yumei stopped talking.
Yan Yan looked out the window at the noisy streets, the street lights reflecting on her face.
Mr. Yumei's eyes were focused on the chess game, and he thought of a white piece on his fingertips, but it didn't fall.
"Is Zhong Kun gone?"
Yan Yan asked in a low voice, his eyes still fixed on a certain place in the big city at night.
"Gone."
Mr. Yumei replied calmly.
Yan Yan lowered his gaze and gently covered the two wounds on his forearm with his palms.
There was a rich power of green wood flowing inside, which was the wound left by Canghua's own hands on her body.
It was hurt, but it was also the encouragement Canghua gave her.
Facing the dark night world outside the window, Yan Yan slowly stood up...