The Infinite Practice Of Fantasy

There was unprecedented sincerity in Han Yang's voice. Zhao Yueran couldn't help but indulge in Han Yang's seemingly sincere lies. She frowned deeply, lowered her head slightly, and hesitated in her heart.

Suddenly, Zhao Yueran's pupils shrank.

She was horrified to find that the light in front of her eyes suddenly began to turn into darkness again, and those colorful colors began to gradually move away from her.

The small elements in front of her gradually left her sight, and large tracts of darkness came. Zhao Yueran couldn't help but stretched out his hands, trying to catch the fleeing colors.

Zhao Yueran rushed forward, stepped on the stone next to her, and fell to the ground in horror. In the air, she unconsciously scratched something next to her, and when she touched a soft cloth, she tightened her grip.

"What's wrong!" A pair of hands gently supported Zhao Yueran, and Han Yang's gentle voice sounded at this moment. Zhao Yueran couldn't help but squat down and cry bitterly.

"I can't see, I can't see!" Zhao Yueran, who had just experienced great joy and great sorrow, was now a little out of control. When he saw the colors in front of him, he was so excited that he could hardly speak, but the current situation was cruel. A hard slap and a brief moment of light.

She returned to the dark world.

Zhao Yueran didn't know what she should do now. She looked ahead blankly and stretched out her hands as if to grasp the light of that moment.

Han Yang also frowned slightly when he heard this sentence. This was the first time he encountered Zhao Yueran's physique and he had no understanding at all.

"do not move."

Han Yang put his palm on Zhao Yueran's back, and slowly input vitality into it.

After Zhao Yueran noticed a reckless energy that did not belong to him, he immediately began to struggle violently.

After she heard Han Yang's slightly angry voice, she barely suppressed her desire to escape.

Han Yang's vitality carefully explored Zhao Yueran's body.

After a long time, Han Yang didn't notice any problem at all, but something seemed wrong...

Han Yang slowly closed her eyes and listened carefully to the sounds around her. It seemed that due to the splitting of her vitality into two, her hearing was much more sensitive than before.

"Sisi, sisi!" The voice of a snake walking on the ground sounded. The originally normal voice made Han Yang instantly alert.

Because of Zhao Yueran, he had just expelled all the snakes around him. So at this time, this kind of sound should not appear at all.

This voice came from Zhao Yueran's body.

Han Yang narrowed his eyes, and the moment he retracted his hands, he took another hard shot.

Zhao Yueran spat out a mouthful of blood. The color of the blood was black, as if she had been poisoned. Her complexion began to slowly change, and the rosy color faded into an unnatural white.

Han Yang's face became almost uncontrollably gloomy. He didn't expect that his worst guess would actually become a reality.

"it hurts."

Zhao Yueran felt that the palm of Han Yang's corner was almost going to smash all his internal organs. She frowned deeply, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

But in that pain, there was still a burning sensation, an itching sensation on my back, and a slippery thing that wanted to rush out.

Zhao Yueran's face was pale, and it was as if there was an invisible knife on his body, gently cutting into his body, and slowly sliding down, leaving deep blood marks. He knelt on the ground and clasped his hands tightly. The dirt was stuck there, and veins popped up on her forehead. She kept scratching on the ground with her hands.

I saw Zhao Yueran keep making hoarse shouts with his throat. The sound was so sad that it didn't even sound like it came from his throat, but more like the roar of a wild animal.

"Don't stop moving, kill me, kill me."

That kind of pain has now made Zhao Yueran lose his mind. His only thought now is to die quickly and end the current pain.

Han Yang gently placed his palm on Zhao Yueran's back. It was still smooth just now, but now his back has become extremely uneven.

If you touch it carefully, it looks more like a snake-like animal, even with two pairs of wings.

…Please give me flowers…

Zhao Yueran had already put on his clothes just now. Han Yang did not have clairvoyance and could not see what kind of monster was behind Zhao Yueran.

The monster on her back grumbled and even tore the clothes.

Han Yang shattered Zhao Yueran's clothes with a palm, and sure enough, he saw a monster lying on Zhao Yueran's back.

At that time, a flesh-colored strange snake was circling, living on the back quilt, with its eyes closed and its tongue sticking out.

As the flesh snake continued to swim away, Zhao Yueran continued to scream one after another. She was even lying on the ground now, with her fingernails broken.

"Please, kill me. Don't let me continue to suffer like this. It hurts so much!"

Zhao Yueran was in constant pain, and even kept banging his head on the ground.

The conspicuous bright red on the ground stung Han Yang's eyes. Han Yang's eyebrows frowned deeply. Now he felt a little sorry for Zhao Yueran. As an outsider, he didn't understand Zhao Yueran's pain.

It's just that a monster grows on his back, which is naturally an uncomfortable feeling.

Han Yang drew a symbol in the air, which was a five-pointed star-shaped symbol, and then injected vitality into it and slowly pushed it into Zhao Yueran's body.

The flesh snake didn't even have time to scream, before it slowly twisted its body and disappeared again.

Zhao Yueran's face slowly began to warm up, but there was still an unnatural grayness on his face.

"What did you just do to me? What is that monster on my back?" After the woman came to her senses, she turned around and asked.

Han Yang has not recovered from the fluctuation just now. He is still thinking about that matter. After hearing Zhao Yueran's voice, he said: "You shouldn't ask me about this matter, but ask Just yourself!"

"When you practice, do you feel that your vitality cannot be gathered and dispersed?"

The question Han Yang asked instantly made Zhao Yueran feel cold. How could he know this?

This matter was almost a secret in her heart. Even her mother never knew this information, otherwise she would never let her go out. .