fairy tales

Chapter 722 The Suffering of the Hidden Spirit (1)
This world is composed of countless screens, and there are infinite dangers between screens. Ordinary people can't go through them at all. To travel between screens, you need a strong strength. of stars.

Difficult, too difficult.

Chu Liuxiang felt bitterness in his heart, let out a long breath, and sealed the matter of returning to the original interface in the depths of his memory. He had to wait until he had such strength to unseal it again, and looked at Yin Ling , Chu Liuxiang asked: "Sister Ling, you said that this hell is just a transfer station, which is responsible for seducing souls? Doesn't that mean that every interface has a hell?"

Yin Ling nodded and said, "That's right, each interface has its own hell, which is responsible for seducing souls."

Chu Liuxiang touched the head of the mini colorful snake on his shoulder, paused for a moment, and asked again: "Sister Ling, do you know how many interfaces there are in this world?"

Yinling raised his head slightly, looking at the void, as if traveling through space, looking at a distant place, as if traveling through time, looking at the past or the future, his eyes were extremely deep, his face was indifferent, and he murmured: "There are countless interfaces in this world. Composition, and these interfaces are divided into three levels, low-level interface, middle-level interface and high-level interface, the interface we are now is the low-level interface."

Yin Ling lowered her head, turned around, looked at Chu Liuxiang with her beautiful eyes, and said, "Little brother, you don't have access to these things yet, so you don't need to know too much. When you need to know, Sister Ling, I will naturally tell you. "

"Hehe, little brother, didn't you ask me why I care so much about your cultivation? Sister Ling will tell you." Yinling smiled sadly, that smile seemed to be infinitely charming, but the two lines of tears were from a smart and beautiful Sliding down from the eyes, in the white.There were two tear stains on Xi's beautiful face.

Not wearing makeup, not afraid of tears, even so, Yingling is still charming, but that sad smile makes Chu Liuxiang feel a pain in his heart, as if he was deeply pricked by a needle.

"Little brother, the reason why I care about you is because I want to use you." Yin Ling's words became clearer, and the smile on his face became more poignant, like the sunset in the evening, like the withered The roses are beautiful, but depressing.

"Impossible!" Chu Liuxiang said in a deep voice, not believing Yinling's words at all, looking at Yinling firmly with her eyes, Chu Liuxiang shook her head and said, "Sister Ling, you are joking with me, you can't use my , you don't have to."

"Hehe!" The crisp laughter was like a cuckoo crying blood and a white ape whining, making people feel compassion, and the ghost said like a "laugh": "Little brother, how is it impossible? And I have this need, because I need to use you."

Chu Liuxiang's face was full of disbelief.

"My silly brother, there is no good person in this world who is selfless and gives away his exercises for free. Sister Ling, I am not some eminent monk or savior of the world. How could I teach you exercises for nothing?" Ling sighed.

(End of this chapter)