My practice narration is weird

Sanlang's figure walked forward little by little.

He was obviously very afraid of the little monk who came from nowhere.

But he couldn't take his eyes off the girl beside him. Love filled his heart, making him keep moving forward even though he knew the danger.

In this situation, Sanlang couldn't even commit suicide.

He was not like Xu Qingyuan, who had integrated two strange things, so [Retrace] could only be activated when he died.

The green pupils shrank slightly, and the little monk opened his mouth in front of him.

Fear spread from his heart, but what was even more strange was that at this moment, Sanlang seemed to have discovered something.

This fear seemed not only in his heart.

But [Retrace]...

The mouth that was about to split suddenly closed, and the little monk tilted his head and looked behind Sanlang.

The calm eyes suddenly turned into ordinary undisguised joy.

"Donor, you are here too?" The little monk said happily.

"Yes, what a coincidence." A voice came from behind Sanlang.

Sanlang was full of doubts.

What happened?

Ye Wuyou was standing not far away at this moment, looking away from the succubus girl with great difficulty.

At least he caught up, and it was worth his two consecutive divine arts.

Ye Wuyou's eyes paused on Sanlang for a moment, and he immediately confirmed that this was the owner of [Retracement].

He was still a little demon king of the fourth realm.

But looking at the situation now, it seems that he will be used as food for the little monk?

He smiled and shouted at the little monk.

"Monk, can you leave him to me?"

Ye Wuyou stretched out his hand and pointed at Sanlang.

The little monk's eyes suddenly showed hesitation and entanglement, and he said reluctantly.

"Donor Ye, but I'm hungry."

If this fell into the ears of others, it might be difficult to understand.

But Ye Wuyou understood it.

This little monk wants to swallow the [Retrospection] in front of him.

This guy is the remains of the Great Dao... No, it is not a wreckage, but the so-called "new Great Dao" in the voiceover.

A weird with a human body.

Ye Wuyou speculated that the other party was a weird but had flesh and blood, and might have a thousand connections with the green demon in the underground palace.

If he had not met this little monk several times and they were considered "friendly", otherwise Ye Wuyou would not be willing to contact this monk easily.

"After all, it is [Retrospection]..."

Ye Wuyou thought in his eyes, then smiled and tried to bargain with the little monk.

"Can you bear it for a while? You have seen a lot of "dead people" along the way, they are all [People in the Mirror]."

"What does Ye Shizhu mean?" The little monk was puzzled.

"[People in the Mirror] is the remains of the Buddha of Master Lianchi." Ye Wuyou reminded.

The little monk's eyes lit up and he said happily.

"Master Ye, did you ask me to ask Master Lianchi for food?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Ye Wuyou wiped his sweat and smiled happily.

Regardless of how these countless dead people were created, and what connection they have with Luohe and Qingqiu, it must be related to the weirdness of [Man in the Mirror].

If this little monk can go and swallow Lianchi directly...

All problems will naturally be solved.

After listening to Ye Wuyou's words, the little monk had a thoughtful look in his eyes.

But he finally shook his head and said to Ye Wuyou very seriously.

"Master Ye is right. Master Lianchi will definitely give me food, but now I am very hungry and can't find Master Lianchi."

Ye Wuyou didn't hesitate anymore, just said softly.

"Then I will exchange with you, okay?"

Exchange?

"One Buddha's remains for this monster in front of you."

Although it is an extremely dangerous weirdness, [Retracement] has a different meaning in Ye Wuyou's heart, and he is very impressed.

The sacred tree has swallowed a lot of souls recently, and has grown a lot compared to the beginning.

Although there is no specific performance now, maybe in time, it can suppress another weirdness?

Xu Qingyuan, who has [Retrace], dares to challenge the sixth realm in the fourth realm.

Ye Wuyou feels that if he has [Retrace]...

he can turn this six upside down and make it nine.

The little monk sniffed slightly and looked at Ye Wuyou with great interest.

"Donor, of course I can."

Hearing the little monk speak, Ye Wuyou no longer hesitated and made a choice directly.

In addition to the few weirdness that have been integrated into himself, Ye Wuyou also has [Thousand People Thousand Faces], [Key], and [Words Come and Laws].

But [Words Come and Laws Come] was locked in [Strange Door Coffin]. Strange Door Coffin is now a forbidden place. Even Ye Wuyou dare not step into it easily, so naturally he can't take out [Words Come and Laws Come].

Then only [Thousand People Thousand Faces] and [Key] are left.

Although the [Key] is weird, it is also a means of saving life, one-time.

[Thousand Faces] does not seem to have much effect, and its greater utility seems to be to imitate others. Although it can deceive the narrator, it does not seem to be of much help to Ye Wuyou now.

But that is better than this useless right eye!

Ye Wuyou had high expectations for his big eyeball at first.

Although it is a weird thing, it has no side effects and can perform illusions.

When Ye Wuyou's own realm was low, illusions were very useful.

Afterwards, the ghost painting was swallowed by the right eyeball, and countless weird things in the underground palace were fed to the right eyeball, and the pen fairy was also fed to the right eyeball.

I thought the right eyeball would become stronger after all, right? Isn’t it time for illusions to be iteratively upgraded? Not to mention turning on unlimited moon reading, you can also use Mirror Flowers and Water Moon, right?

But no.

The right eyeball is just an eyeball, just like before, it has gone through wind and frost, but it has not changed at all.

Finally, in the world of the sacred tree, Ye Wuyou made his final attempt.

That is the Tao Fruit.

That is the Tao fruit formed by the thousand-year-old sacred tree.

Ye Wuyou just absorbed some scraps of Dao Fruit, and felt that he was much stronger than before, and his cultivation had improved a lot.

But what about the right eyeball?

It has become the "nascent avenue" in the narrator's words, a brand-new existence, an existence that can be the same as this little monk.

Ye Wuyou once had expectations for it.

However, the right eyeball still has no other use besides illusion.

For practitioners above the Sixth Realm, the role of illusion is already very insignificant.

What kind of "nascent avenue" is this?

This is a beast.

Investing in sunk costs again and again, Ye Wuyou didn't want to be okay. Whenever he thought about it, he became more and more angry.

I raise you as my son, and you treat me as your great grievance.

The decision is yours, big-eyed!

He stretched out his fingers and then suddenly grabbed at his eyes.

Um?

Ye Wuyou looked slightly surprised.

The "eyeballs" that he thought would be taken out as easily as before, turned out not to move at all in his eye sockets at this moment.

In other words, it was drilling into the eye sockets crazily.

The always silent right eyeball, although unable to speak, revealed an idea at this moment, which was clearly perceived by Ye Wuyou.

don't want.

No, no, no, no, no...

"Donor Ye, have you thought about it? The young monk is really hungry now."

The young monk's words were a little weak at this moment, but his figure still stood there quietly.

His eyes remained on the three wolves standing dumbly in front of him.

The right eyeball was trembling slightly.

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment, then finally withdrew his hand and took out a piece of human skin.

There was sword light across the sky.

On top of the sword, two female figures stood one behind the other.

However, Luo Qinghan and Lu Caiwei were a little slower than Ye Wuyou.

The incident happened suddenly before, and Luo Qinghan didn't know why Ye Wuyou was suddenly so anxious, and even resorted to shrinking into an inch.

But it didn't matter, Ye Wuyou ran away, so she was happy and leisurely, and she and Lu Caiwei came here slowly.

The two of them were walking with swords. Even in this miserable and scorched wasteland, Luo Qinghan felt that there was a unique scenery.

Just as he fell, Luo Qinghan looked at Ye Wuyou's back, sneered, and asked.

"Ye Wuyou, you just now..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Luo Qinghan's beautiful eyes showed a trace of surprise.

In front of Ye Wuyou, stood a young monk.

Luo Qinghan had met this young monk once.

As early as in the previous [Identity Replacement] Strange Realm, Luo Qinghan had seen each other from a distance.

But at that time, Luo Qinghan only felt that the young monk was in some danger, but he didn't know the details.

But now, the little monk was holding a human face with an ever-changing face in his hand, with a cheerful expression. Under Luo Qinghan's surprised eyes, the little monk stretched the human face to his mouth.

Perhaps because of Luo Qinghan's words, the little monk's eyes were attracted at this moment, and his clear eyes looked at Luo Qinghan calmly.

The subtle sound of chewing echoed in the silent wasteland.

The face of that human face is constantly changing, including a child, a boy, a woman, a man, an old man, a human, a demon...

But without exception, no matter how the face changed, the expression was one of pain and fear.

[Thousands of People, Thousands of Faces] At this moment, it fell into the hands of the young monk. The face was like a "pancake", which he swallowed one bite after another.

That little monk ate the weird...

The little monk looked at Luo Qinghan at the moment.

Luo Qinghan has long been used to being stared at.

Whether in Daxuan or Dayan, Luo Qinghan is the center of attention.

But at this moment, when the other party looked at him, Luo Qinghan felt that the eyes were not looking at him.

Instead, he looked at the weirdness inside his body.

For some reason, compared to before, the sense of danger that the young monk brought to Luo Qinghan was several times stronger than the last time.

A strong sense of crisis swept through Luo Qinghan's body, and with a slight tremble of his fingertips, energy spread out.

Catching this scene from the corner of his eye, Ye Wuyou stepped lightly, changed his position slightly, and stood in front of Luo Qinghan.

Line of sight is cut off.

The strong sense of crisis also dissipated.

The little monk retracted his head, still chewing the human skin in his mouth, and curled his lips.

"Donor Ye, this... is so chewy."

"Then chew more."

"Donor Ye, are those two your friends?"

"Yes."

The little monk bit the person's cheek with thoughts in his eyes.

"My friend...it's delicious."

Ye Wuyou's expression remained unchanged, with a smile on his lips as he said calmly.

"You can't eat friends."

The little monk said in confusion.

"Donor Ye, what are you talking about? How can a friend eat it? Donor Ye is so kind to me, your friends are my friends."

"I'm talking about the food you gave me. It's delicious and chewy."

"Haha, if it tastes good, just eat more."

The little monk nodded, then poked his head, stood on his toes and glanced behind Ye Wuyou.

Then Ye Wuyou grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back.

"What are you looking at? Are monks so interested in women?"

Ye Wuyou knew that the little monk had no ill intentions, but just found it a little funny.

The little monk put his hands together and said calmly and softly.

"Donor, I'm looking at your girlfriend."

This made Ye Wuyou's calm expression a little turbulent.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, took a deep breath, and finally said in a low voice.

"Which one are you talking about... No, monks can't talk nonsense, little monk, the fierce glacier face on the right, she is not my girlfriend."

Ye Wuyou quickly corrected, and his fingertips gently tapped Lu Caiwei behind him.

"She is." Ye Wuyou smiled.

The little monk's face was a little confused.

"Is there a difference?"

"How can there be no difference?" Ye Wuyou said in disbelief.

"But that glacier donor has been looking at you all the time."

"The difference is huge." Ye Wuyou was anxious.

Is she watching me?

She is watching when I die, so that it will be convenient for her to poach me!

You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want.

Which man would dare to marry Luo Qinghan?

Although the possibility is very small.

But if this woman really gets married one day, with her temper, she will probably tear down the house within three days and kick the man out of the house.

Thinking of this scene, Ye Wuyou felt that the man was too pitiful.

A second of silence.

Ye Wuyou and the little monk were chatting without covering up, so the sound could naturally be heard.

Luo Qinghan, whose sight was blocked by Ye Wuyou, looked calm at first, but gradually became solemn, and then gradually frosted.

If eyes could kill, Ye Wuyou would have died many times.

But the little monk was right next to him.

After all, she didn't bother Ye Wuyou again, but just stood there and watched silently.

There are too many mysteries about this little monk.

She, who had some understanding of weirdness, couldn't understand it at this moment.

Luo Qinghan was barely calm at this moment.

But someone was going crazy.

Sanlang was still standing stiffly in the same place, with the little monk in front of him.

When Sanlang first sensed the presence of other humans, he was still very surprised and excited.

One more person, or one more way to break the deadlock?

But he didn't expect that Ye Wuyou and the little monk actually knew each other, and they seemed to have a good relationship?

When he saw the other party chewing a weirdness alive, the horror in Sanlang's eyes became real, and he almost fainted.

After that, although Sanlang didn't look back, he could still feel the strong pressure and murderous aura behind him.

Sixth realm?

"By the way, you've finished eating too, can you give this guy to me?"

"That's what the donor said."

After the voice fell, Sanlang felt that he had regained control of his body.

Sanlang turned his head slightly and looked to the side.

It happened to meet Ye Wuyou's gaze.

Sanlang knew that this human knew that he had a strangeness.

He even gave the little monk another strangeness to replace it.

What was the purpose?

It didn't matter.

The powerful aura enveloped Sanlang's body, and Ye Wuyou said softly.

"I'll tell you in advance, don't act rashly, and don't try to resist..."

Sanlang's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness.

Who do you think you are?

Want to control me?

Sanlang didn't listen to Ye Wuyou's next words at all, just grinned.

"Stupid and ugly guy, are you worthy of ordering me? Dream on!"

As he said that, his aura trembled, but it shattered his heart and soul, and he ended his life.

Death is the beginning of [retracing].

This time, Sanlang wants to [retrace] to a farther time ago.

Only he can keep his memory, only he knows everything, and only he can bear everything.

He wants to make it so that these people can't find him, and take the little monk one step ahead, and leave with his tribe and escape from here.

In the gradually fading blurry vision, Sanlang only saw Ye Wuyou's calm eyes.

Why didn't that guy show any emotional reaction? After all, I committed suicide...

Never mind.

Blood flowed from the corner of Sanlang's mouth, but he still showed a sarcastic look towards Ye Wuyou.

He sneered.

"Goodbye!"