My practice narration is weird

"Wait a minute, Heroine."

The clear blade of the sword touched the man's neck, and the man in front of him was half-kneeling on the ground. His hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a fine drop of sweat on his forehead. His expression was obviously stiff, but he still forced himself to show his face. smile.

"I am a colleague of yours..."

Lu Caiwei suddenly felt at a loss. She didn't know why she stopped the sword.

Is it because of the words of the man in front of me? Or is it because of something else?

But he seems to be really human.

In the dark and silent dungeon, with the weak candlelight flickering gently, Lu Caiwei listened to the man telling a somewhat bizarre story.

Ah, is he so miserable...

Xia Anmeng's voice sounded in her heart.

"Kill him quickly, he is lying to you and treating you like a fool."

"This man, has no reaction to erosion."

Lu Caiwei remained skeptical of Xia Anmeng's words.

She never considered herself stupid.

A bunch of smart ones.

She saved this strange man who suddenly appeared in front of her. According to the other party, his name was Ye Wuyou.

"Wait, wait for the warden's supernatural power to come and rescue us."

One day, two days, three days...

Lu Caiwei seldom spoke because she had been stuttering since she was a child. Whenever she saw the impatient looks in other people's eyes, she gradually spoke less and less.

On the contrary, it was Ye Wuyou...

The young man obviously has never been involved in spiritual practice, and sometimes he can't sit still and wants to chat with her.

In the past few days, he often squatted next to him, seemingly talking to her, but he didn't seem to expect her to answer.

Instead, she often muttered words to herself that she didn't understand.

"Hey, Lu Caiwei, do you know that people only know that they have slept when they wake up?"

"You know, it actually takes time for sound to spread. We talk face to face, but I am in the past and you are in the future."

"Well, Lu Caiwei, do you think it's strange? Why do people ask for marriage from abstinent temples and ask questions about their lives from the abbot who doesn't go out?"

There are many, many words like this...

Lu Caiwei naturally did not answer.

Master Xia Anmeng said in her heart.

"Tsk, this kid must be mentally retarded."

But Xia Anmeng then let out a soft sigh, as if she was deep in thought.

Lu Caiwei blinked.

As time passed, the strange erosion caused the pain in her mind to become more intense and piercing, but whenever she heard Ye Wuyou's strange remarks, her cold eyes would always flicker slightly.

The young man was sitting on the steps in front of her, with one hand on his leg and the other on his head, talking in general to himself.

He is obviously not very old, and he is not a kid from a rich family, but he can speak like a lotus flower and talk like a river. His experiences seem to be all over the world.

When talking about rising, he was in high spirits, waving his hand lightly in front of his body and gesturing something, while letting out the hearty laughter of a young man.

From time to time, he would sneak a glance back, as if he wanted to see his reaction.

Lu Caiwei just sat upright with a cold expression, as if she didn't care at all.

It wasn't until the man turned around that an imperceptible smile would occasionally appear on her lips.

This man speaks so strangely.

But so interesting...

In the Lu family, she has always been alone.

No matter whether it is the period when his talents are abundant or the period when his practice is dispersed, he is always the same person.

But the words of admiration and praise from the people around him gradually turned into ridicule and ridicule.

After that, she came to Dayan, and even though she joined Tianlao, she kept using tasks and practice to numb herself, as if she had never understood this world.

But now...

Snow-capped mountains, deserts, green mountains and beautiful waters can no longer be seen.

When the strangeness had eroded the mind to a terrifying degree, and severe pain was felt in her mind and body, Lu Caiwei found that she couldn't even harm herself.

She didn't know what she did or what she said. She only felt her eyes go dark. When she woke up again, she was already on the man's warm back.

At that time, Ye Wuyou had not yet undergone systematic training, and her lower body was extremely unstable. The girl's figure kept rising and falling with the man's steps, but she felt very relaxed.

And then... when he stepped into the cage, he was rolled up by a huge force.

She didn't see it, but heard the man's angry words.

"If you have the guts, let her go and come to me."

Then she was knocked unconscious.

The man's words also stopped abruptly...

Lying on the cold ground, the last scene she saw was Ye Wuyou stepping forward with a sword.

The screen changed again.

During this period, he was sitting in a deserted mountain cave by the extinguished bonfire in a daze. Master Xia An appeared in a dream and touched her head. Then she leaned against him and watched the starry night in the mountains singing softly.

There was also Lu Qingshan's gentle admonishment to her, and by the way, he would pick up the book and teach her carefully, telling her that she should not focus solely on improving her realm.

There is also such a picture...

At Jixia Academy in the capital, I held up what looked like a sugar cube but was actually an elixir that I had just refined in my hand and stared at it for a long time.

Then he was eaten by Ye Wuyou who suddenly appeared in front of him.

He wanted to learn swordsmanship at that time.

Then teach him swordsmanship yourself.

In the tomb passage of Jixia Academy, after she punched Ye Wuyou away, she protected him and hit the wall. She stared at him blankly staring at her chest, feeling a little unbearable and a little regretful. look.

She felt that her face was slightly red at that time, but she also felt...a bit funny.

When these scenes of the past flickered and echoed in her heart like a scroll, Lu Caiwei was a little confused.

Is this the inner demon calamity?

Lu Caiwei felt... very beautiful.

So what exactly do you want to do?

Her doubts did not last long.

The colorful picture seemed to have lost its color at this moment.

A sense of tearing suddenly came from scene to scene.

The Imperial Palace in Beijing.

In the dark night, the bloody wind spread far and wide.

Ye Wuyou died in front of her.

Killing intent rose to the top of his heart, covering the edge of his sword.

She walked away with her sword, but was defeated.

When she dragged her tired body back to the main hall, she saw corpses on the ground and heard the news that Lu Qingshan was dead.

She held the sword and remained silent for a long time in the night breeze.

She also has a master.

Xia Anmeng accompanied her and walked very far.

Until in Nanning City, until at this moment, until in front of me.

Xia Anmeng's soul was swallowed up instantly and disappeared before her eyes without leaving even a trace.

Crushed, shattered, the entire picture was completely torn into pieces and turned into powder.

At that time, she had already fallen into the inner demon tribulation.

There is only one thought in my mind, one thought and one sword.

The inner demon completely controlled Lu Caiwei's body, and the killing sword became the master of this body.

But for some reason, there is a picture that keeps echoing in my mind.

Obviously all the pictures have been shattered, but that one keeps reappearing. No matter how many times it is shattered, it will still appear.

That was the scene that appeared just after Ye Wuyou's narration sounded and his hands made a gesture.

[From this moment on, you are her inner demon]

In the picture, there is no Lu Qingshan, no Xia Anmeng, and no other people.

Only Ye Wuyou.

Start over from the first acquaintance and walk all the way to the final capital.

Ye Wuyou's body turned into powder in front of her, and was chopped into pieces by the man's knife, leaving no bones.

first.

The flesh and blood were blurred and turned into powder.

the second time.

the third time.

the fourth time.

The tenth time.

No matter how beautiful the previous scenes were, the final scene is always the destined ending and cannot be changed.

This picture was like a curse, played hundreds of times, thousands of times until it finally flashed rapidly, I don’t know how many times it was played.

The impression deepened over and over again, until all the images in his chaotic mind were filled with Ye Wuyou's figure, living, dying, living, dying.

Lu Caiwei almost collapsed.

The picture stopped.

She opens her eyes.

But he was defeated by his inner demon.

There was a murderous intent in her empty eyes. She didn't know who she was or what she was going to do.

All she knew was that she was going to go on a killing spree and go completely crazy.

She held out a sword towards the person in front of her.

The huge sword force directly pressed down the figure in front of her, the ground shattered, and the man was half-kneeling in front of her.

She struck again, and the clear blade reached the opponent's neck.

But a voice, a familiar voice, a voice that had been played thousands of times suddenly rang out.

The sound reached my ears, echoed in my heart, and came to my mind.

"Wait a moment, Heroine."

The girl's empty eyes looked down.

The clear blade of the sword touched the man's neck, and the man in front of him was half-kneeling on the ground. His hair was slightly disheveled, and there was a fine drop of sweat on his forehead. His expression was obviously stiff, but he still forced himself to show his face. smile.

"I, Ye Wuyou."