The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Every time I take a step, my body hurts like countless steel knives are being scraped. With this kind of pain added to my body, no one will think that everything is an illusion.

But does Feng Jing feel the same way?

Yun Ying turned her head to look at Feng Jing, and sure enough, she saw a little bit of rigidity on his face.

Feng Jing didn't feel any pain, and she had to keep recalling the difference between Dengzhou City in reality and this illusion, so she felt a little dazed unconsciously.

Yunying raised her hand slowly, pinched a few hand tactic, suddenly a gust of cold wind blew towards Feng Jing's face, it was so piercing to the bone.

Feng Jing shook her head and woke up, looking around with annoyed face, but only saw Yun Ying's staring eyes.

"What were you thinking just now?" Yunying asked.

Feng Jing blushed, shook her head violently, and even waved her hands: "It's nothing."

How could he have the nerve to say that he didn't know why just now, but he recalled the big show that the two of them watched in Qingshan Town, directed and acted by Han Erer himself.

Doesn't it sound like he has something to say about this little girl.

But having said that, the lanterns that night were really dense and beautiful, much better than the ordinary streets of Dengzhou City.

It's just that I turned around this thought for a while, and when I came back to my senses, I saw Yun Ying making another trick, wanting to wake him up again, Feng Jing hurriedly held Yun Ying's hand: "Don't come, don't come !"

Unable to grasp it, Yunying's aura was broken, and she couldn't help crying out in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Feng Jing hastily apologized, "Are you okay?"

How could it be okay.

In the current situation, it can be said that it hurts to take a step, not to mention being held with such a strong finger, ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain just now made her heart almost stop beating.

"It's okay." Yun Ying took a deep breath and shook her head slowly.

With the temper of the third son, it is considered a good nature not to bully others, not to mention apologizing proactively, Yun Ying knew that she should be considerate of him.

Seeing her being so polite, Feng Jing felt awkward.

How long has it been? Why is this girl's attitude still the same as when we first met, obviously he has slowly put down his mask.

Taking care of Yun Ying to slow down her pace, it took the two of them a full hour to guess the door of the Hunyuan Academy.

This time was estimated by Yunying himself. Although the illusion was full of people, it seemed to be changing all the time, but as long as you looked up a little, you would know that the full moon had never moved half a minute.

A mirage is just a reappearance of a frozen, long-dead fragment.

Things went smoother than Yunying imagined, as soon as they came to the academy, they found the source of Mirage's resentment, it was a purple-clothed boy who was listening attentively in the academy.

As for why he locked him at a glance?
It's very simple, all the people in the illusion, no matter how real they pretended to be, no matter how loud and fussy they spoke, they didn't even glance at them. Only this young man heard their footsteps and turned around and smiled at them.

This was an extremely handsome child, with red lips and white teeth, but now his skin is strangely bluish white, and his eyes are even more dull blood red. The smile at the two of them is a bit creepy.

His blood-red eyes lingered on the two of them, and finally fixed on Yunying: "It's really good material..."

The hands that were holding the jade slips suddenly turned into a pair of ghost claws, grabbing towards Yunying.

Feng Jing immediately stood in front of Yun Ying, with the fire in her hands flickering, she also grabbed at the pair of ghost claws.