The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 433 Peach Blossom 3
In the void, two white lilies stand side by side, floating up and down, with a pure and clear fragrance floating in the air.

On the small and lovely six-petal petals, the wing-shaped ink-colored patterns flicker light and dark, emitting strands of deep divine light, as if they were growing roots and want to take root here.

A wave suddenly emerged from nowhere, like a sweeping wave, causing the wind and clouds to change in an instant.

The flowers swayed in this sudden turmoil, stubbornly resisting this unknown force.

But this determination was neither appreciated nor pitied. The wave seemed to be enraged and suddenly increased its strength. It came crashing down again, brutally and violently, knocking the delicate body of the flower toppled.

A faint roar echoed from nowhere, as if some evil voice was swearing crazily and incoherently. But if someone could distinguish it carefully, they would find that the emotions of anger and despair only accounted for a small part, and most of it was a ridiculous and extremely aggrieved feeling.

As if it could no longer bear the pressure, the pure and smooth flower collapsed with an illusory shattering sound. As the hazy pink light faded, the fresh fragrance turned into a rich aroma, like the juice flowing out after a ripe fruit exploded, with a rich and sticky feeling that almost overflowed.

Two mysterious auras emerged, one was as hot and leaping as a red flame, and the other was as deep and quiet as a shadow, following their instinct and wrapping around in the opposite direction.

The impact wave has not yet subsided, transforming into violent storms, thunder and lightning, defeating the two auras helplessly.

Although his aura seemed weak in front of the opponent and repeatedly dissipated in the raging waves, he always held on and appeared very resilient.

After a while, Flame and Shadow got rid of their initial hazy panic and even found their own strategies. The two joined hands to sometimes outflank the enemy from the left and right, sometimes attack from the front and back, entangled and bound the fierce waves like an octopus, and finally became indistinguishable from each other...

His mind was in a daze, and he felt as if he was falling into space. Zhu Mingyao felt like he was floating in the clouds.

The extreme feelings brought by both the soul and the body made him dazed for a long time, until he was awakened by the sound of a few faint breathing and grinding teeth.

His hands felt the wonderful touch brought by the amazing elasticity, and the sweet taste of green apples vaguely lingered on Zhu Mingyao's lips and teeth.

He licked his tongue in remembrance, and gently raised his palm. The broken fibers merged again, and the two slightly damaged pieces of silk fabric gently draped over his side.
——The ups and downs, twists and turns of the battle experience are enough to drain all your physical strength. It is always good to get more sleep.

A little bit of light dust entangled in black and white floated up, spinning mechanically, like an indifferent and cold galaxy.

This is the last remnant of the two holy relics, [Stigma of Purity] and [Feather of Samael]. Even though most of their essence disappeared along with the host's soul, the remaining ones still contain power and mystery that cannot be underestimated.

They float slowly in the air, trying to get closer and gather together, and there seems to be some unfinished attraction and resonance between them.

Zhu Mingyao thought for a moment, then concentrated his mind and summoned the Three Yuan Palace, absorbing all the light dust around him. In an instant, precious light shone, and all the gods in the palace moved together, quickly analyzing and smelting the light dust to strengthen this magic weapon. However, within a few breaths, everything returned to calm, leaving only a faint and elegant glow gently flowing.

"Heh, by some strange coincidence, I have completed the original commission to destroy the stigmata."

He held his chin and whispered softly, forcing himself to retract his two reluctant hands and racking his brains.

Now that official business is done, it’s time to take care of personal matters. The problem is…

...Oh my! I have absolutely no experience in juggling many boats!

Just when Zhu Mingyao was feeling distressed, the two hazy curves lying on their sides suddenly rose and fell slightly, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

He rolled his eyes and coughed forcefully. As expected, the two curved lines stopped moving, and there was even a faint snoring sound that started again. However, no matter how he listened to it, it felt like he was trying to cover up something.

Fortunately, the incident happened suddenly and they probably hadn’t figured out what to do.

With a spirit of revolutionary optimism, Zhu Mingyao tried to find joy in the midst of adversity, let his mind wander for a while, and then began to clean up the mess.

Anyway, let's finish the work first and calm him down before we talk about it. We were comrades in arms before, and now we are even more "comrades in arms". We can just communicate privately behind closed doors. Anyway, the incident happened in a secret space, only God knows, I know, and you... know. We can save our faces, we can't be killed by a hatchet, life and death...

Zhu Mingyao clasped his hands together, and all the torn pieces of cloth and sticky water stains flew over and gathered into a ball in his palms.

He suddenly stopped, looked down at his precariously damaged clothes, and simply took them off, ready to destroy the body.

However, in the next second, the space began to shake violently, an inexplicable force surged in from all directions, followed by a ray of golden light, like a sharp blade piercing through.

"Crash!"

Like a can of sardines popping open, a large group of figures squeezed in following the golden light.

All kinds of colorful magic weapons suddenly opened up, and more than a dozen sharp eyes like swords looked around with full vigilance.

"You're all right--!"

It was as if the pause button had been pressed and the air suddenly became silent.

The young man became a petrified statue, holding his spare clothes in one hand and suspected "trophies" in the other.

Covered by two sets of torn robes, there was a slight trembling of the graceful backs, each with its own charm.

For the rescue team that has already prepared to fight the enemy, this scene can extract seven or eight sensitive words alone, and the impact is really a bit excessive.

If all the visitors were not extremely powerful extraordinary beings, their average age of over 60 years old would have been enough to make them dizzy.

[Although the rooster still crows, it has not changed. It looks like a wooden rooster. ]

Zhu Mingyao felt that he had never comprehended the wisdom of Mr. Zhuangzi so profoundly. The description was so damn accurate. It turned out that under certain circumstances, humans could really become one with wood and stone, and even the blood would stop flowing!
As if they had telepathic connection, many of them withdrew their gazes at the same time, and then turned around and left silently.

At the end of the crowd, Lai Henry tiptoed over, fumbled for a long time, and stuffed a pack of Marlboro into the young man's hand, winking and patting his shoulder:

"I told you, my divination cannot be wrong, it really is a double-petaled peach blossom...

Ahem, based on my past experience, smoking one at this time will make me feel much better...

Oh, youth, youth, I was also like that back then..."

His subsequent nagging had been automatically blocked by Zhu Mingyao.

The young man stared at the chaotic sky with lifeless eyes, his consciousness seemed to penetrate billions of light years and travel in the boundless sea of ​​stars.

“It is said that due to funding reasons, Houston’s outer space exploration rocket has not been launched for several years…

I wonder if I can get a one-way ticket if I use all my savings to donate?

Ah! Goodbye...Mother Earth!"

(End of this chapter)