MTL - RPG-Chapter 89 Set eighty nine

Setting Eighty-nine: Heavenly Benevolence (23)

The air was thick and heavy like a blood-sucking sponge. Except for the eyeballs in the palm of his hand, Duan Xiuyuan looked as normal as ever, but his face was cold and white, like snow, and he was not stained with a trace of dust.

The more normal, the scarier.

The list of Wei Wei trembled, like the abyss, like walking on thin ice. He was using "Duan Xiuyuan can't know me" to comfort the beating heart, and he heard Duan Xiuyuan talking to him.

—Yes, Duan Xiuyuan is talking to him at this time.

"I know ... you want him to die." Duan Xiuyuan stared down at the blood on his feet, all from his former friends. "he died."

In just two sentences, it is like a child asking for help from a parent after doing something, or a gift to coax the troubled lover back. Leng Khan ran down from the forehead of the list Wei. He had expected that the demon jade would be terrible, but he did not expect that the demon jade would be so terrible-this is simply a change of person, even more terrible than a broken heart! The broken heart is purely crazy. At this time, Duan Xiuyuan is also going crazy, but it seems to be sensible and actually obediently mad-the normal Duan Xiuyuan would not kill him so naturally and cruelly!

"Are you satisfied?" Duan Xiuyuan pressed his own eyebrow, which seemed to be bleeding, with a deep glance through the shadow between his fingers, covering the area where Shan Wei was. "I know ... I'm crazy.

"I know ... you planted a demon in me."

Duan Xiuyuan's words exploded fiercely near Shan Wei's ear: a demonization period could even notice this! Duan Xiuyuan actually found that he had fiddled? Duan Xiuyuan actually found out that he didn't dodge? !!

"As long as you're given it, I'm just as happy as it is."

The sword in white is repaired with a plethora. His voice was getting lower and lower, as a sleepy beast growled more and more depressed.

"So-don't leave me."

Hearing the sincerity of the other party, Shan Ziwei said it was false to not touch. Duan Xiuyuan's keenness far exceeded Shan Ziwei's expectations, and even his attitude change was discovered. Even knowing his malice, the man still prayed reverently.

However, heaven is unkind and treats everything as a dog.

When Qi died, the too old red line was broken, and the orange-haired young man did not die with him, but disappeared directly-in the luck of that guy, he could only pass the customs.

There is no doubt about the immortal chess board's customs clearance method: After the customs clearance is set, players must kill the practitioners before they rise.

So what can Shan Ziwei say? Does he tell Duan Xiuyuan that he wants to pass the customs, so please bear to death?

In Shan Ziwei's silence, Duan Xiuyuan's brow frowned deeper and the red marks on his brows almost cracked. A pale red shadow swept out of it. It covered Duan Xiuyuan like a layer of blood mist. It seemed to want to seep into Duan Xiuyuan's body, but it was not allowed to enter.

——That is the "heart demon"?

As soon as Wei Dan's thoughts flashed through his mind, he saw that Hongying shook his eyes from side to side and suddenly dropped Duan Xiuyuan towards him. Shan Ziwei's body sank and he suddenly felt like wearing a heavy red robe.

"Slang."

Shan Zi Wei horrifiedly wanted to cover his mouth. Just like Yuan Ying became his carrier before, the "being put on" demon appeared as his "body". Unlike Yuan Ying, the demon obviously has his own ideas. It does not rest as a carrier, but uses Shan Ziwei's body shape to say to Duan Xiuyuan: "You are furious."

Duan Xiuyuan immediately stared at the demonized Shan Ziwei. He seemed to be tempted to take a step towards Shan Ziwei, and then was cut off by the words of "Shan Ziwei".

"You have all my information."

"You lose your eyes."

"You beat me away from you."

"You hit me for you."

Duan Xiuyuan's face was getting whiter and paler, as if a heart had been dug out in public, and the gap was bleeding with blood. Shan Ziwei desperately wants to shut his mouth, but can't stop the more and more excessive words from pouring out of his mouth-this is different from Yuan Ying's time. Instead of putting on the body of the demon, it is better to put it on Got his hide.

"You don't want to be reconciled, you want to destroy everything."

"First together-then me."

The voice of "Shanzi Wei" suddenly became lighter, and it was slang-like with a confusion.

"You want to destroy me."

"You want to tear me."

Shan Ziwei strongly felt the enthusiasm of the demon, and it was Xiu Yuan in the anger section-the more that person commits the heart, the stronger it becomes. He felt that the corner of his mouth was being pulled by the demon, and he made a provocative and seductive smile to Duan Xiuyuan.

"If you can do it ... just come."

"If you don't destroy my eyes, from now on, I will look at all the people in the world, and I will not look at you again; if you do not tear my legs, from now on, I will walk around the ends of the earth and never One step closer. "

Shan Ziwei finally saw the power of the demon that changed the color of the practitioners. From his point of view, what the demon said was upside-down, illogical, but seemed to poke Duan Xiuyuan's pain very accurately.

"Guru--" The transparent liquid with bloodshots overflowed from Duan Xiuyuan's tight fist, as if he was soaring to the point of losing control. The man's face was extremely white, but his expression cooled strangely.

"What you said is extremely true."

Bai Yi Jianxiu strode into the presence of "Shan Ziwei". He seemed to be difficult to restrain and closed his eyes with abandoning resistance. His voice was astonishing.

"Not crazy, not live……"

He talked coldly about his madness, and the understatement was more like a bystander recounting his moth fluttering fire.

"You got me into magic."

Duan Xiuyuan stretched out his right hand and buckled his heart into his arms.

The demon finally got his wish. At the moment Duan Xiuyuan hugged "Shan Ziwei", it turned into a red shadow and lingered, leaving Shan Ziwei with a crazy roar inside: lying down! The flayer is a **** doing things! !! His uncle just ran away! !! !!

Shan Zi Wei Han glanced back at Duan Xiuyuan's fingertips against the corner of his eye, as if his eye would be dug out next second.

"Wait, don't—"

"I don't hurt you." Duan Xiuyuan seems to be very reasonable, but in fact there is no reason at all. "If you look at the world, I will kill the world."

Shan Zi's breath suffocated, he was almost drowned by this cold frenzy. Duan Xiuyuan in front of him looked like he was wearing a coat of blood, and the scarlet heart demon covered him like a shadow. It melted the silk mist and penetrated into Jianxiu's body a little bit, causing him to go into magic.

Shan Ziwei suddenly realized that he was wrong: the demon as a carrier has long been separated, and he is now in an agnostic state of heaven. Although Duan Xiuyuan, who could reasonably believe that he can sense his words, should not see or touch To him.

With this realization, Shan Ziwei gradually realized the even more remarkable fact. Duan Xiuyuan did not know when he was involved in his world. Compared with the Jindan period's trials and difficulties, Duan Xiuyuan during the deification period penetrated deeper and easier, as if he had begun to be accepted by this world.

Before that, Shan Zi Wei ridiculed that his friends would break the dimension wall. Now it seems that it will soon become the fact that he is afraid to avoid.

In the thin boundary that seemed to be broken in a moment, Duan Xiuyuan's fingertips were swimming around Shan Ziwei's eyes. The action was better than identifying what he was doing--the man really couldn't see him, But this touch ...!

Seemingly isolated and non-isolated, touching and touching, Duan Xiuyuan touched him as if touching the illusion of a mirror.

—Why would he know how Duan Xiuyuan feels, because his hands share the touch of Duan Xiuyuan!

The continuous height can weaken Shan Ziwei's nerves. His hands are clearly moving beside him, but the nerves convey to him a touch that does not belong to him—corresponds to the touch on his eyelids, as if it was not touching his eyes at this time. Duan Xiuyuan, but himself.

Shan Ziwei's eyes trembled in shock, his eyelashes fanned over the tip of Xiu Yuan's fingers, but his fingers came with a trace of itching that was blown by the wind. This feeling is really weird, even the flower disease is dumb, as if he was divided into two halves, half of which is himself, and the other half is at Duan Xiuyuan--

Suddenly, Shan Ziwei understood everything.

——Man can practice Tao, and take the good of heaven and earth for his own use——

The mp from 250 to 125 clearly shows that half of his "life" is indeed in Duan Xiuyuan.

Therefore, Duan Xiuyuan was gradually accepted by this community, so he shared the feeling of Duan Xiuyuan.

In fact, he should have realized this since the Yuan Infancy. At that time, he had the sympathy that You Ming is part of him. Whenever Duan Xiuyuan held Youming Sword, he always felt that his hand was being held. Now Duan Xiuyuan has become a god. This sympathy naturally passes to Duan Xiuyuan. Among them, the sympathy between the two hands is the most vivid-what Duan Xiuyuan's hand touches, what he can feel.

Shan Ziwei felt slimy in his left hand just now, and thought he was sweating, but now he wants to numb his head to his feet.

——That's the same heavy pupil.

The broken eyeballs were gathered in the palm of the hand, and the aqueous humor dripped wetly from the finger joints. The lens and the vitreous body were mixed together, such as the rotten flesh, to form a strange and unforgettable experience for Shan Ziwei. Even more frightening is that Shanwei Wei Gonggan Duan Xiu gradually raised his left hand and put those things to his lips—he actually wanted to eat those eyes.

Rumao drank blood and devoured spirits, which was a precursor to a complete fall into the devil.

The strong contrast made Shan Zi Wei a bit breathless. In his sympathy, it seemed that he was holding Qi's eyes to feed Duan Xiuyuan, and "hands" tarnished the person who did not eat the fireworks and the immortals.

--Not crazy, not live--

Duan Xiuyuan's light complaints were permeated in Shan Ziwei's brain and filled with bitterness. The man even complained so willingly, cruelly and tenderly:

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