My practice narration is weird

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and grabbed someone tightly.

There are even invisible ghost hands that bind the opponent to death!

That is a little monk.

Just like the monk I saw outside Yong'an Temple before.

"Got you."

Ye Wuyou felt that this might be the best luck in his life.

Just as he was thinking about how to find this little monk, the result appeared in front of him.

The little monk looked horrified, but he couldn't move and could only yell in panic.

Ye Wuyou was not someone who often resorted to violence, but no matter how miserable the young monk's words were, Ye Wuyou did not dare to take it lightly.

Because through this contact, Ye Wuyou already knew it clearly.

The unique aura of this little monk is weird and the remains of the great road.

Ye Wuyou glanced lightly and opened his mouth to speak.

[You didn’t hesitate at all. The moment this little monk fell into your hands, you felt extremely dangerous]

[All things are created to nourish people, and people have nothing to repay to heaven! Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill! 】

The narrator's words suddenly sounded in his mind, and they were extremely noisy.

Don't scream.

【kill him! kill him! kill him! kill him! 】

Shut up! Ye Wuyou thought silently in his heart.

But the narration was still reluctant. It seemed that Ye Wuyou was hesitant to take action, so the voice fell silent for a while and then sounded again.

[As expected of you, you have already discovered a better way. You looked at the little monk again and finally discovered the mystery]

mysterious?

The little monk in front of him looked flustered and kept slapping his body.

A strange feeling came to Ye Wuyou's mind.

It is obviously the ruins of the avenue, why is it so weak? It is obvious that I am ready to fight against the opponent...

But then, Ye Wuyou seemed to have discovered something, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Eyes slightly swept to the side, Xia Anmeng's eyes were looking at herself and the little monk indifferently at this moment.

Damn it!

This little monk is obviously weird, but he really has flesh and blood and is an entity that can be observed with the naked eye.

Why, Bai Lu had never seen each other outside Yong'an Temple before, but there was an entity underground here!

Is it human or weird?

"Wow, donor, let me go, Ami-tou Buddha!"

【Let him go? It’s so ridiculous. When you discovered his true identity, another thought came to your mind]

【Swallow him! 】

[You are extremely determined in your heart. This little monk is a disaster after all. He is not a human being, nor is he a wreckage of the avenue, but something between the wreckage and the avenue]

Ye Wuyou's eyes suddenly changed. Maybe it was the narrator's words that affected him, maybe it was the thought in his heart of leaving this place, maybe it was something else...

The narrator is right, why do I keep struggling with my inner thoughts?

No matter who this little monk is, you can leave this place by killing him.

Hey, why do you feel like this?

Did the narrator say that you can leave by killing the other person?

It doesn’t matter, this is a disaster, I am saving the world!

Such a simple choice, do you still need to think about it?

His eyes gradually became quiet, a strange smile appeared on his face, he gently exerted force in his hand, and then shook it forward!

The figure was pushed away by a huge force, and then Ye Wuyou crashed straight into the aisle beside him, his figure almost dented in it.

Pain shot through his body, but it also brought back some clarity in his eyes.

Ye Wuyou raised his eyes slightly and looked forward.

The little monk fell to the ground, looking flustered and breathing heavily.

It was not his doing.

A neon red skirt gradually caught his eye, and the corners of the skirt swayed slightly, revealing the slender jade feet.

But Xia Anmeng came to him.

The woman's extremely arrogant words sounded in front of Ye Wuyou.

"You have just become possessed."

Not finished, she added.

"Inner demon."

Ye Wuyou lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the skirt, lowering his head and smiling bitterly.

Inner demon?

The description is really apt...

Ye Wuyou felt that his body was almost sinking into the wall. This feeling was like returning to the original prison.

Fortunately, he was different now, and he was not knocked unconscious for half a month after being beaten. Although the pain was excruciating, it was nothing serious.

"That's not a big deal, just give it to me like this." He said softly.

Xia Anmeng shook his head slightly and said calmly.

"I don't know how to purify the heart, so naturally this method is the most direct."

"Okay... I feel very good now, you don't have to worry." Ye Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief and was about to get up from the wall.

The woman's voice came again, with a negative tone.

"No, just in case, I think you need to wake up for a while."

Along with the woman's words, a gleam of pure white suddenly protruded from the neon red dress that Ye Wuyou had been staring at.

Um?

What is this for?

The next second, the slender white jade feet were gently lifted up, and then reflected fiercely on Ye Wuyou's wide gaze on his face.

Strength came from every part of the toes, and then, Ye Wuyou's figure was completely submerged into the wall.

[Damn it, you have jade feet, right? Kick me, right? You remember this firmly! If I don’t take revenge for this, I swear I won’t be a human being! 】

[You swear in your heart that you will spare no effort to help that bitch recover her body. When she is grateful to you, then punish her severely, let her mind fall into the abyss, pretend to be like this, abandon her cultivation, tie her up tightly on the bed, make her unable to move, and then play with her jade feet severely, making her feel like she is in heaven and death, wanting to live but not, wanting to die but not...]

Don't... drive yet, I'm going to be trampled to death...

A moment later.

Ye Wuyou squatted on the ground, staring at the little monk in front of him.

The narration in his mind was still arguing to kill, but Ye Wuyou was very calm this time, because the red skirt was standing beside him at this moment.

The little monk was sitting on the ground at this moment, looking at himself, not arguing, not making a fuss, and no longer frightened.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Ye Wuyou wondered.

"To answer the donor, I am not afraid."

"Why not?"

"Not afraid means not afraid."

Tsk...

The little monk put his hands together, nodded gently, and said.

"Donor, you did have the intention to kill me just now, but I can feel that you have no ill will towards me."

"Besides, I know you want to leave this place."

Ye Wuyou never thought that one day he would chat with the remains of the Great Dao.

"How to leave this place?"

"I can't leave. I had some opportunities to go to the outside world by chance, but I finally came back here."

Go to the outside world by chance?

The Great Dao has no distance. When the opportunity for the weirdness to appear is met, the weirdness can appear anywhere regardless of the distance.

Ye Wuyou believes him.

But.

Ye Wuyou asked gently at this moment.

"Are you sure you can't leave?"

"To answer the donor, I am sure."

"But there is a voice telling me that I can leave by killing you. Do you think it is true or false?"

"To answer the donor, I dare to ask what you said last time."

The last sentence?

Ye Wuyou thought about it and spoke with a strange look.

"Are you sure you can't leave?"

The little monk put his hands together, looking very sincere.

"I am not sure."