The Infinite Practice Of Fantasy

After thinking of this, Sun Yuxin's eyes suddenly became a little more determined.

Now that things have reached this point, even if she shrinks down, she can't change the outcome of the matter at all. Instead of doing this, she might as well work hard and fight, maybe she can fight her way out and win a little bit for herself. benefits

After thinking of this, Sun Yuxin immediately clenched her hands and said firmly: "I will definitely not let you down. I will definitely fight a bloody path for my future. No one will stop me and I will kill Buddha."

In the last sentence, Sun Yuxin had almost used up all her strength to be able to say those harsh words. Otherwise, with Sun Yuxin's character, she would choose to calm down every time no matter what happened.

"Okay!" Han Yang nodded immediately, with a touch of relief in his eyes.

The Breath Holding Pill can only solve Sun Yuxin's temporary problem of eating, but it cannot solve his lifelong problem.

If Sun Yuxin still wants to live openly and openly in the sun, she must solve this matter. It is just a small problem like escaping from marriage. What's the big deal? Everything must be done for her own happiness.

"Then you definitely don't need this elixir, right? Why don't you just do it generously and give it to me directly? I promise that I will never let down the value of this elixir." Long Yan was watching from the side. It was a bit confusing, but there was only one thing that was clear to him, and that was that he seemed to have something to eat again.

The corner of Han Yang's mouth twitched immediately, and his eyes kept wandering over Long Yan. In order to calm Long Yan's depression about not being able to eat delicious food, he had just given him a full can of his own refining. The elixir was prepared but was of no use.

I didn't expect that Long Yan would be so persistent about these pills. After hearing Long Yan's words, Sun Yuxin's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and then turned into a faint smile. She wiped the tears that had just flowed from the corner of her eyes and directly wiped them. The three pills were handed to Long Yan, with an indescribable tenderness in her tone.

"Give""."

It seems that because she decided to resume her identity as a woman, Sun Yuxin no longer spoke in a falsetto at this time, but relaxed her voice and spoke calmly.

"What's your next schedule?"

Sun Yuxin asked this sentence casually.

"We actually don't have a very regular plan, but after the Soul Eater Clan's conference is over, our next trip will definitely be in the Central Territory.

Han Yang lazily introduced the current situation and then entered the room with the Vermilion Bird wings he had just renewed at the auction.

Han Yang's voice sat cross-legged in front of the wings. This was an incomplete corpse, with only the head and front part still intact.

A pair of lifelike wings spread high, as if they were about to fly in the next second. Han Yang admired it for a few seconds and then looked back, shocked in his heart.

Just now, he was almost confused by those wings. Countless scenes appeared in front of his eyes, surrounded by various beauties, all filled with wine glasses, and even things he had dreamed of. If it weren't for Han Yang's extremely calm mind, he might have fallen into this situation directly. Han Yang was shocked and trembling in his heart.

Even he was almost confused just now. If the system hadn't reminded him in time, Han Yang would have fallen here.

He is truly a descendant of a mythical beast. Even though he is dead, he is still so powerful.

Han Yang looked at the wings with an admiring look, and he had a thief in his hand.

Suddenly his movements paused, and with an uncertain look in his eyes, he poked it with the fingers of his left hand and made a sound.

There was no change in the wings of the mythical beast. The ending was expected, but Han Yang was still slightly disappointed.

It seems that the poison in his hand is not as powerful as he imagined, but it should be accumulated day by day. It seems that when the time comes, he will need to find more toxins to try.

Thinking like this, Han Yang tried to take back the toxin, and succeeded after one or two attempts.

It seems that these toxins do not always linger on the fingertips. If she really cannot absorb them, it would be a big trouble. After all, Han Yang cannot pay attention to his fingers all the time. If he accidentally Han Yang felt very distressed if he broke something.

"Now let me see how powerful the blood of your divine beast is." A light blue flame rose up in Han Yang's palm, and Han Yang's left hand finger flicked gently into the air.

The flame seemed to have eyes. Quickly flew to the body of Vermilion Bird.

Almost as soon as it touched the hair, it quickly started to ignite.

A flame burned on his body. Han Yang held his head against the flame without feeling any discomfort. He could even clearly feel the direction of the flow of the flame and could control its size as he pleased.

The flame was like a part of his body.

This feeling made him feel very comfortable, and he even couldn't help but want to moan. A slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After tapping his finger in the air, even his fingertips felt slightly depressed.

He controlled the flame, and it only burned for a full hour as it followed her thoughts. There were no traces of melting on Vermilion Bird's wings; only the feathers on the surface began to burn.

No matter how patient Han Yang was, he couldn't help but feel impetuous (money-related) at this moment. He kicked the stool hard, his face was a little ugly, but the temperature in the air made him There is no reduction.

".~Damn it." Han Yang cursed angrily, even with a bit of anger in his eyes.

He had never thought that this kind of thing would be extremely difficult to melt. Even though he almost consumed all his energy, there was no sign of wanting to melt.

Just when he didn't see any change after being poked with the poisonous finger, he already had this expectation. After all, it was the body of a mythical beast. Even if it had been dried, the hardness in her body had not diminished at all, and even Becomes more difficult to melt.

Han Yang's face twitched twice, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. His fingers were in the air, circling slightly, and he saw another ball of flame coming out of his palm.