Devil Seeds

After so much disturbance, another hundred years passed.

The world is becoming more and more noisy.

And the line that was originally faintly visible became very obvious almost in the world of Turin's dream.

I won't see you later.

But the existence that has reached the height of the Golden Immortal can feel a kind of 'pressure' released by the dream of Turin all the time.

This pressure runs through all the time, surpassing all so-called rules and principles.

Reached a level above thinking.

No one can understand it, and no one can grasp it.

But they all understand...'it' has appeared!

Taiyi Daoguo, a great opportunity!

"The time has come!" Ke Xiaoliang opened his eyes in the Supreme Demon Palace.

Then a knife was drawn.

He irrigated this knife with his own immortal energy and refined it for more than ten thousand years.

Now he is not using this knife to kill the enemy, but to use this knife to kill himself.

As soon as the knife fell, the golden finger of the gourd vine, which was linked to his soul and stuck together, was cut off directly.

The pain of tearing the soul is nothing to Ke Xiaoliang.

Only the continuous decline in the realm, which is about to fall below the golden fairyland, is the real fatality.

But the breath of decline did not break out.

Another tyrannical Jinxian aura, based on the Supreme Demon Palace, imitated Ke Xiaoliang's aura, and intentionally released it towards the outside world.

"Trouble you!" Ke Xiaoliang said to Mo Li with a pale face.

Molly looked at Ke Xiaoliang and smiled charmingly.

"Is that why you trust me?"

"You don't believe it too, that channel leads to the soul?"

Ke Xiaoliang smiled but did not answer.

Of course, the passages of ordinary women may not all lead to the soul.

If this is the case, there are too many technicians in their hearts.

But Molly is a golden fairy, and her style is not unrestrained, so she has a physical interaction with him, which is a kind of commitment.

What's more...Ke Xiaoliang is not necessarily as weak as he appears.

Holding the gourd vine wriggling in the palm of his hand.

Ke Xiaoliang had a complex expression, and after endowing him with a personality, he was thrown into the world of Turin's dream.

"Let you, turn into me, to experience a part of your life!"

"This is also me, repaying your karma."

Ke Xiaoliang said in a low voice.

At the same time, the black-hearted old man in the dream of Turin, holding the fate net, has shown a cold smile.

"coming!"

"You finally couldn't help it, you still came in!"

"Not only did it come in, but it also contained all the immortal breath."

"Since you're here...don't leave! I'll let you become the last nutrient for this world to grow faster and bear fruit." The black-hearted old man thought to himself, and quickly put a piece of destiny that he had already compiled into a long-lasting life. In the long river of time.

The angle of view changes, and the confrontation above nothingness is invisible, appearing as illusory as duckweed without roots.

But falling into the world, everything is real and reliable, and it is no longer so far-fetched.

It seems that no matter how lofty the game is, it must be based on reality in the end.

Just like the last flowers and fruits, they will bloom in the world, instead of nothingness without support and soil.

The evening wind blows along the narrow alley, from the lively pedestrian street to the corner just one street away.

The raccoon cat squatting on the mailbox of the cafe, squinting its eyes with vigilant eyes, looked at the person who walked in sneakily.

How weird!

Even though there was no sun or rain, he was holding an umbrella.

Cihuamao looked at this stupid human being, and twitched its slender beard contemptuously.

Then he turned around and jumped, landing on the plane tree beside him.

Under the sycamore tree covered with light bulbs, there is a signboard painted with tung oil and some years old.

"Shanghai Village No. 5, here it is!" The man named Ke Xiaoliang, who looks exactly like Ke Xiaoliang, but is not Ke Xiaoliang, carefully identified it to prevent the vague impression in his memory from making mistakes.

Push open the red lacquered wooden door, and the wind chime turns, making a crisp sound like falling into a dream.

Beside the dimly lit fireplace, a well-dressed old guy was skillfully typing on the keyboard with one finger. The light from the computer screen was refracted on the wrinkled face, which inevitably looked a little weird.

Hearing the ringing of the bell, the old guy raised his head, seemed to have just glanced at 'Ke Xiaoliang' indifferently, and then buried his head down again.

"First time?" the old guy lowered his head and asked, continuing to be busy with his affairs.

Ke Xiaoliang nodded first, and then quickly said: "Yes, but... it shouldn't be counted."

His words seemed a little hesitant, as if there was something else hidden.

"That's the first time, take it to room No. 7, the house number is 'Rumeng Ling', check in today, check out tomorrow, and the room rate for tonight is ten days old, is there any problem?" Although the guy was asking, he had already handed over the key. No matter from which angle he looked at it, there seemed to be no room for rejection.

Ke Xiaoliang obediently took the key, and turned around clearly, but turned around and asked, "I... just curious, the administrator here used to be a lady."

The old guy finally raised his head for the second time, and then carefully looked at Ke Xiaoliang.

Then she buried her head again: "I'm married, I'm going to Europe for my honeymoon, I'm the substitute."

Ke Xiaoliang was a little bit regretful, but he still put away the old black umbrella and held it in his hand with great care. He followed the steep stairs and followed the instructions in the stairwell to the third floor.

In the corner of the third floor, the room with the doorplate 'Like a Dream Order' was slowly pushed open.

This is a room decorated in the style of the Republic of China. There are antique clocks that have been stopped on the wall, and old-fashioned iron shell hand magnet telephones that have been disconnected. They are placed flat on the brown wooden table and stacked on the side. Looking at some newspapers that looked like they were out of the month.

In the center of the room is a two-meter bed.

Ke Xiaoliang took off his shoes and lay down on the bed, then closed his eyes.

At this time, a large number of bubbles appeared in front of his eyes.

Every bubble exudes a gray ominous atmosphere.

It seems that after being contaminated with them, they will be entangled in death.

At the same time, a deep voice sounded in Ke Xiaoliang's mind.

"Choose! Be devoured, or have a new destiny."

Ke Xiaoliang didn't make a decision right away, but followed the instruction left in his memory, and began to carefully observe the color of these bubbles.

This special homestay is not a simple rental business.

He also rented a part of life from a different person.

This kind of business is not allowed on the bright side.

Because it is first linked to the devil in hell and belongs to the gray industry in the gray industry.

However, there will still be many people who secretly buy other people's lives and experience different lives.

In the Western world, similar businesses are almost even made public.

But in the eastern world, this business is very secretive, and you need someone to introduce you to get started.

Of course, Ke Xiaoliang did not come here just to experience a different life.

But to activate one of his 'specialties'.

Over the years, he has always had a dream repeatedly.

The dream told him many things.

Coming here to activate the 'expertise' also stems from the guidance in the dream.