Chapter 663 Tears and Candles Heap Red

Style: Fantasy Author: WeiheWords: 3135Update Time: 24/01/11 20:30:05
"Do you think I care about the lives of these two people?" Bai Ze sneered.

"She can hear it." The mist said with a smile, "Of course you can refuse my game and leave the island like this. But I firmly believe that not only will you not do this, but you will actively choose nightmares."

"I'm afraid you're going to make a miscalculation." After Bai Ze said this, he had already approached Fairy Lu Ning and swung his sword to cut off the vines and rescue the unconscious woman.

However, the strange thing is that the white whale went straight through the dryad vines, as if the vines were a fantasy and not real.

"Another illusion?!" Bai Ze was shocked in his heart. Bodhizi's divine light was still there. Logically speaking, it was another illusion and he should be able to see through it easily.

"Giggle, I forgot to tell you." The mist laughed, floating around, seeming to be in a good mood, "I am a mirage, which is what you humans call a mirage. The illusion you are talking about is only a reflection of my ability. It's just a part. Maybe you should know that mirage illusions come from the reflection of real scenes. I can swap the positions between reality and phantom at will, so your situation is both real and not real, do you understand?"

"How can I be sure that what you said is true or false?" Bai Ze sneered, reaching out to touch Fairy Lu Ning's body, and his fingers penetrated through her.

"Then you can touch it again?" Mirage said with a smile.

Bai Ze's fingers touched the phantom woman again, and this time, he actually felt Fairy Lu Ning's warm skin.

Bai Ze's expression changed, and just as he was about to take action, Mirage's tone became sinister, and he threatened: "Don't move. Otherwise, all you will get is an arm of this beauty. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

Bai Ze didn't dare to try and said, "Huang Ying is indeed in your hands?"

"Otherwise?" Mirage asked.

"Is there a winner or loser in the game you're talking about?" Bai Ze asked, "What if I win, and what if I lose?"

"Of course there is." Mirage said with a smile, "If you choose a sweet dream, the outcome will be with this beauty. If you choose a nightmare, the outcome will be with you. The conditions for winning are simple, wake up from the dream That’s it. If you win, you can leave here and go to the ultimate island. If you lose, haha, you will all die on this island."

"It seems I have no choice." Bai Ze said, "You said that sweet dreams are intoxicating. What if Lu Ning is intoxicated and cannot wake up?"

"How could it be?" Mirage said, "I told you, she can hear it. Before you fall into the dream, you all know that this is just a dream. If this is the case, and she still doesn't want to wake up, then there is nothing I can do."

"It seems that you are very confident in the dream you weave." Bai Ze said.

"Of course." Mirage said with a smile, "Everyone in the world regards what can be seen through the five senses as reality, but I feel that dreams are also real. What, do you dare to play this game with me?"

Bai Ze asked the sword spirit to take care of his body. He landed on the ground and said with a deep look, "Then I'll learn from you. I want to see how the nightmare you weave can kill people."

"Hehe, don't cry in your dream." Mirage said with a smile, and then the sky and the earth turned pale and the sky was filled with stars.

The bamboo forest is still the same bamboo forest, and the tree demon is still the same tree demon.

The difference is that the mirage fog has disappeared, and the person hanging on the vines is Huang Ying again.

"Has the dream begun?" Bai Ze illuminated the surroundings with the divine light of Bodhi, but there was no sign of the illusion being shattered.

Bai Ze's face looked heavy. He didn't know whether the mirage used reality to project the illusion, or whether the scene here was actually real.

At this moment, the demon woman who was hung up by the vines groaned, and slowly opened her moist eyes. First she felt confused, and then when she saw Bai Ze, she was startled for a moment, and murmured: "Bai Ze? Why are you here?" Here...where is Ouyang Mu, where am I?"

Bai Ze casually used a sword energy to cut off the vines binding Huang Ying's wrists. The demon woman fell straight down, unable to land smoothly. He was surprised for a moment and immediately took action to catch her.

Huang Ying subconsciously hugged Bai Ze's neck and nestled in the arms of the monk, feeling a little embarrassed.

With the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, Bai Ze felt something strange in his heart. Seeing that Huang Ying's condition was not quite right, he used his true energy to find that the demonic energy in the body of the person in front of him was stagnant. The scars and blood on his body were not dry, and he looked pitiful.

"Ouyang Mu is also on this island?" Bai Ze looked away and asked.

Huang Ying shook her head, a little confused, and said: "I don't know much about this... I just remember that he and Xuan Jiuchen told Xuan Jiuchen that there were treasures buried on the island, and they dug out a tomb. I don't know what taboo they violated. There are horrible corpses reviving and tearing apart space, and I don’t remember anything. I saw you when I woke up.”

Bai Ze was amused. This mirage was quite familiar with the people around him. He even understood Ouyang Mu's hobbies. He didn't say much at the moment. He planned to wait and see what happened and asked, "Can you leave?"

Huang Ying looked a little shy and said: "My feet hurt a little..."

Bai Ze looked around and saw that the woman in his arms was white and tender, with no socks. There were also blood marks on her ankles from the tree demon vines. He pursed his lips, hugged the demon woman, and left the area. .

The tree demon remained motionless and had no intention of stopping him.

Bai Ze walked out of the bamboo forest, used sword energy to open up a simple cave on the nearby stone wall, placed Huang Ying, sacrificed two clones, gathered some firewood, and fetched two hares nearby. After cleaning them, he went to A fire was lit in the cave and the hare was roasting.

All the scenes, in a trance, returned to Gulangyu Island.

As the night got darker, Huang Ying approached the fire, breathed out wisps of cold air, and asked, "Where are you and how did you find me?"

Bai Ze stirred the firewood with a wooden stick and said, "In a dream."

"In a dream?" Huang Ying was confused by Bai Ze's answer and guessed: "You mean... that we have fallen into an illusion? No wonder the demonic energy in my body is stagnant. What about you, could it be? Did I imagine it?"

After Huang Ying finished speaking, she felt it was funny and couldn't help but snickered and said: "That was really funny. I still feel pain in my body. If this is a dream, then it is too real, right?"

Bai Ze glanced at Huang Ying and saw that she was still rubbing her hands even though she was close to the fire. He took off his robe, got up and put it on the demon woman. Without saying anything, he turned to put the robe on a wooden stick and burned it. The roasted hare was turned over.

"Thank you." Huang Ying wrapped her Taoist robe tightly. Although the water stains on her body had been evaporated by Bai Ze using her true essence, she still felt cold for some reason.

"How do the elders of the Wind Clan's cave treat you?" Bai Ze suddenly asked.

Huang Ying was stunned for a moment, avoided answering, and said, "Why do you ask this?"

"Nothing, just asking." Bai Ze took out the spices from the ancient ring, sprinkled it on the roasted hare, tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to Huang Ying.

"Oh." Huang Ying took the rabbit leg, ate it, thought for a while, and replied: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with it. It's just that... we are not from the orthodox background of the Wind Clan. Sometimes, we have to do more or less for the clan. Just some reluctant things."

"Such as getting close to me?" Bai Ze laughed.

Huang Ying's eyes flashed and she said with a smile: "How could it be? I like the young master very much because he is so talented."

The two chatted all the time, eating and drinking. During this period, Huang Ying saw Bai Ze taking off the gourd from his waist to drink, and expressed that she also wanted to drink. Bai Ze hesitated for a moment, but took out the jade cup from the ancient ring and poured Huang Ying a glass.

Huang Ying drank several glasses of wine, her face turned red, and she didn't feel so cold anymore.

As she approached the fire, warmth came to her heart. The demon woman yawned twice, her eyebrows were tired and she was drowsy.

"Just rest if you feel sleepy." Bai Ze spread a thick blanket on the ground and took another one for Huang Ying to use as a quilt.

"Then I'm welcome." Huang Ying followed the current, lay down on the blanket obediently, and began to rest.

The woman wrapped herself tightly.

Bai Ze looked at Huang Ying's face that was dimmed by the firelight, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

The night is getting darker.

Amidst the long chirping of insects, sleepiness gradually began to permeate Bai Ze's consciousness. At a certain moment, the young man sitting by the fire suddenly woke up and felt that the scenery around him was vaguely different. Just as he was thinking about it carefully, a woman's soft voice suddenly came from behind: "Husband, the night is already dark, why haven't you come yet?" Going to bed?"

Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, then turned around suddenly. The scenery around him changed rapidly. Everywhere he looked around was still a cave, it was clearly a bridal chamber.

The red curtains are full of beauty, and the bead curtains are swaying.

In the room, the brazier is charcoal red, and on the jade bed, the charming red dress is warm, setting off the snow-white skin. Under the warm candlelight, it gently arouses the young man's heartstrings, making him tingling.

After that, feelings swept through me like a mountain torrent, unstoppable, and went straight to my heart.

Bai Ze felt dizzy and staggered.

In a daze, he looked at the bronze mirror on the dressing table, and saw that the person in the mirror looked like a young man, also dressed in wedding clothes, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was very handsome.

"Why did you drink so much, husband?" The girl on the couch opened the beaded curtain, walked slowly over, supported the drunken man, and complained softly: "Wang Han and the others are really serious about giving you so much wine. . Senior brother, didn’t they stop me? On weekdays, isn’t the second senior brother who loves you the most..."

With the beauty in front of him, Bai Ze felt that the girl in front of him was particularly alluring. He couldn't speak for a moment and just tried hard to see the face of the person in front of him clearly.

"My husband, rest for a while. I'll ask my servants to make you a bowl of hangover soup."

"No, no need..."

Bai Ze grabbed the woman's wrist and felt that the person in front of him was extremely strange. One was Huang Ying, the other was Yu Youwei. It was like seeing flowers in the fog, and he couldn't help but ask: "Are you Huang Ying or Yu Youwei? Mirage, what tricks do you want to play..."

"Bai Ze, you are drunk." The girl was stunned for a moment, and her tone was a little cold, "Today is your wedding day, are you confused? You are mentioning other women at this time, do you want to... …”

Before she finished speaking, Bai Ze tried his best to open his eyes wide, only to feel that the fog in front of his eyes had dissipated, and the person in front of him was the woman he longed for.

"I'm confused, please punish me." Bai Ze laughed and said, "Warm the wine and wait for your return."

Yu Youwei smiled sweetly, her eyebrows were as warm as water, and she responded with a smile: "Fold flowers to give your wife happiness."

Bai Ze could no longer tell the truth from the false. He felt his heart suddenly shaken and hugged the person in front of him.

The fragrance enters the arms and makes people lust for it.

The delicate kiss gradually became lingering and pathos.

From the table to the jade couch.

Tears are piled red.

Just like the joy in a man's arms.

A beauty weeping with joy.