When the Heroine Becomes Paranoid

But there are still people who do not believe in evil and continue to search for the secret realm of Weiyang in the South China Sea.

The Weiyang Secret Realm of the South China Sea was discovered on an isolated island. To go to the secret realm, you need to take the Bai Xiying to fly over the vast South China Sea and enter the Weiyang Secret Realm.

Bai Xiying stopped on a white sand beach, Yu Wanzhao hugged the warmth down, Bai Xiying did not stay too much, fluttered its huge wings and flew into the clouds, disappearing.

Warm didn't respond to her, not even blinking her eyes.

Yu Wanzhao looked gloomy, pulled the warm blue gauze tightly, clasped her fingers tightly, and led her to the depths of the secret realm.

The rolling mountains are continuous and green.

Going deeper, you will see a wide lake, as if it is connected to the South China Sea.

The lake surface is as smooth as a mirror, as clear as jade, and the mist like light smoke fills the lake surface.

They have already entered the inner secluded place, if they go deeper, they can enter the burial place.

The light will be suppressed by the pressure of the secret realm, and the thunder penalty will be lowered in the heavy.

Yu Wanzhao looked into the distance, her eyes darkened by the night.

This burial place, even if she dies, she has to go in.

The night was cold as water, Yu Wanzhao found some dry tree trunks and burned them to light up.

The bonfire was shining brightly, reflecting on the warm and delicate side face, blurring her smooth and graceful arc even more dusty.

Yu Wanzhao sat by the fire, only a palm away from Nuan, with her arms on her knees and her chin against her arms, staring at Nuan fascinatedly.

"Master, let's take a rest tonight, and we can go in and bury ourselves tomorrow."

No one answered her, she continued.

"Sect Master Zhong gave me a compass, saying that it can detect the enchantment, but the void enchantment is different from other enchantments, and the sect master Zhong dare not guarantee that this compass can detect the void enchantment ."

"But it's better than nothing, and we'll find it."

She had a hunch that the void enchantment was where she was buried.

"Master, if we find the inheritance of the immortals, we can repair your broken soul. When you wake up, will you be angry and drive me away?"

She is a demon after all, and the world still resists her, even Sect Master Zhong can't wait to kill her to vent her hatred, and now she will bring warmth to such a bleak end .

And she also has a different mind about warmth, a dirty mind that can be swallowed alive by her master when she says it.

Especially when she was in the ruins of the ancient battlefield, she took advantage of her madness to attack Nuan, wantonly insulting, just this, if Nuan wakes up, Kan Bingjian is afraid that she will directly pierce her heart. .

"No."

"Really?" Yu Wanzhao responded casually, and in the next second, she suddenly realized that someone was talking to her just now.

Yu Wanzhao suddenly looked around, her eyes were vigilant, and the magic and spiritual power in her palms had gathered.

"Who!?" Yu Wanzhao looked into the depths of the lake and the jungle with a grim expression.

"No one, don't be afraid."

This sound? !

She exclaimed: "Master?"

She looked at the smiling warmth in front of her, and couldn't believe her eyes.

"Master, is it really you?" Yu Wanzhao asked again uncertainly.

Warm also knew that Yu Wanzhao was in a panic, raised her hand to her, and said warmly, "Wanzhao, it's Master."

Yu Wanzhao knelt on the ground, her hands trembling, hanging in the air, afraid to touch her, for fear that all this is just a dream, if you touch, it will instantly turn into nothingness.

"Master?" She sobbed in a low voice, her tone full of grievance and guilt, "Wan Zhao...you know it's wrong, I really know it's wrong?"

"Nothing," Wen Nuan grabbed her cold hand, held it in the palm, and rubbed it for warmth.

She sighed softly: "I have never blamed you for my teacher."

Hot touch, almost real sound.

If this is a dream, it is too real.

Yu Wanzhao's pupils trembled slightly, her hands trembled, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Master, you... have you recovered your primordial spirit? Is that right?"

"Is there only one hour?" Yu Wanzhao wet her eyes with tears, thinking of Zhong Baixuan's change in attitude yesterday.

She sniffled and choked, "Master, did you tell Sect Master Zhong about this method of inheritance from immortals yesterday?"

He nodded warmly: "Well, didn't he tell you that I would have an hour a day to wake up?"

"...." Yu Wanzhao pursed her lips, tears streaming down her face.

She said aggrievedly: "I think Sect Master Zhong hates the disciple too much, so he didn't reveal too much to the disciple."

Warm: "....."

I didn't expect Zhong Baixuan to be a vengeful guy.

She raised her hand and touched Wan Zhao's hair, and said softly, "Not angry."

Yu Wanzhao felt the touch on the top of her head, her heart was excited and joyful, but she did not dare to show any happiness on her face, so she could only nod her head in fear: "This disciple is not angry, how dare you be angry with Sect Master Zhong, Now that Sect Master Zhong can let the disciple save the master, the disciple is already grateful."

Warm and reassuring: "You have always been so considerate and obedient."

The former Yu Wanzhao was like a caring and warm little padded jacket. She was beautiful, obedient, and sensible. She was talented and talented. The treasure in the palm of the Yuan Shang Palace, everyone praised Elder Yu for accepting a good apprentice.

Unfortunately, the little padded jacket was leaked by her, and there was air everywhere.

The heart is lifted and the heart is cool.

In the silent night, only the sound of tree trunks being exploded by sparks.

Talk to her in detail.

[The blackening value of the heroine has been reduced, and the blackening value is now 2.3. 】

Hearing the index of the blackening value, Wen Nuan was surprised: "Splitting the primordial spirit can make the heroine's blackening value drop so quickly?"

The life-saving grace should be repaid with the spring.

The heroine gave her so much blackening value, and it is reasonable.

】The system didn't expect Zhong Baixuan to tell the heroine the truth of the year, which caused the heroine's blackening value to drop rapidly.

But it remembers that Nuan once said that the truth of the year was not in a hurry to tell the heroine again.

Now Zhong Baixuan has informed the heroine of the truth of the year in advance, and he does not know how to choose the warmth,

The corner of her mouth warmed, "That's good."

】The system saw that she was not distressed at all, 【Zhong Baixuan told the heroine in advance, will it affect your plan? 】

"It doesn't matter," said a warm smile full of pride, "On the contrary, this is my plan."

The system wondered: [What do you mean? 】

"The truth of that year, I didn't plan to open my mouth at the beginning, so Zhong Baixuan took the initiative to tell it, and the effect was more significant."

After all, she was the person at the center of the incident. If she took the initiative to explain the events of the year to the heroine, the heroine must be dubious or not at all. Dare to make up nonsense.

[So, you have long planned to let Zhong Baixuan tell the truth of this matter? 】The system was surprised.

He raised his eyebrows warmly and smiled casually: "That's right, Zhong Baixuan is an important move."

In fact, it is also a coincidence that in order to block the talk of Youyou, I was afraid that the cultivators of the world would really go to the Demon Realm to hunt down and kill the male and female masters, so Nuan would bear the law whip and the nails, for the sake of To convince everyone, she went to the Buddha Tower again, tossing herself into a ghost.

As for why many monks in the world cannot work together to break the seal?

It’s because Warmth re-seals the crack with some of its own spiritual consciousness embedded. If someone forcibly breaks the seal, the spiritual consciousness will be destroyed, and Warmth will also suffer backlash.

And at that time, it was the warmth of the early days of Mahayana, and the seal of spiritual consciousness set was almost unbreakable, and the warmth paid a heavy price for Yu Wanzhao, so everyone would rest and calm down. Not to mention again.

weakened, so the heroine lightly broke the seal.

Because of everything Nuan did five years ago, the heroine's blackening value has dropped so much today. Now, it is a causal cycle.

】

The heroine of this world has a great hatred for Nuan. She would rather die with Nuan than let go of what Nuan did to her.

Sighed warmly and said nothing more.

Yu Wanzhao heard the warm sigh, and saw her frown through the bright firelight.

She pursed her lips, "Master, are you worried?"

Warmly, "What?"

"Are you worried that you can find the inheritance of the immortals this time?"

Warmly looked at the depths of the forest, and said lightly: "After entering the burial place, go south."

"What?" Yu Wanzhao was stunned for a moment, "Will you find the void enchantment if you go south?"

Nodding warmly: "Yes."

The plot line in hand is not for nothing, if you don't make good use of it, it is not for nothing.

Seeing her so determined, Yu Wanzhao breathed a sigh of relief, she believed in Master.

Just—

"Master, Sect Master Zhong told me something about the past."

Seeing her like this, Yu Wanzhao regrets why she asked?

Why are you forcing Master to do this?

Distressed and embarrassed, distressed and confused.

Yu Wanzhao bit her lip, and just as she was about to say it, she heard a warm mouth, a faint voice, but the moment it fell in Yu Wanzhao's ear, it seemed to break her heart .

"Because, thinking of the teacher," the warm and deep eyes gradually brightened.

She smiled, "As long as I can see you again, even if I die in your hands, I am willing."

Yu Wanzhao was dazed by the smash and her heart stopped.

For a moment, she would rather die in warm hands than hug her to death.

The author has something to say: Yu Wanzhao: Oops, it’s heartbreaking.

Warm: Oops, time is up.