lol: Bind Syndra at the start

Ryan's cheeks were illuminated by the dim light, and there were two clear dark circles under his eyes.

He actually slept pretty well last night. After using Kong's magic to deal with Kong, it was like he had regained the fun of his childhood.

So he had a good dream in the first half of the night.

In the dream, he became the savior.

When the world-destroying catastrophe came, he was like the protagonist of every cool novel. He used his passion and eloquence to defeat the villain behind the scenes, and finally won the support of everyone.

But it seemed that because the tone was too high, the dream took a sharp turn for the worse in the second half of the night.

Ryan was betrayed in his dream and became a prisoner, curled up in a cold prison.

Just when he realized it was a dream and tried to use dark magic to dispel this false illusion...

At the end of the cage, a familiar figure appeared in the endless darkness.

In the dream, this figure seemed to be the culprit who overthrew him.

After he overthrew himself, he did not choose to kill himself.

Instead, he quietly imprisoned himself.

As a betrayed person, Ryan should have felt a strong hatred for this figure.

But when he saw the other person's face clearly, the other person's silver hair smoothed Ryan's furrowed brows.

And when his eyes moved downwards, he saw that her slender legs were covered in smooth black stockings and that her delicate fingers were holding half a black mask...

Ryan suddenly felt that his pleasant dreams might sometimes need a little bit of difficulty as a spice.

A strong man should not be afraid of so-called torture, and a brave man should learn to face all tests!

And what a coincidence, he is both strong and brave!

Until the morning light broke the window and climbed onto his bed.

Ryan finally woke up from the dream with difficulty.

The frequency of this kind of dream is very stable, appearing once or twice almost every week.

This made him doubt.

Is this a spontaneous dream or a man-made dream?

If it is spontaneous, why does it feel so real?

He could even recall the texture of the stockings and the smooth, white touch...

But if it is man-made, why is it different from the dreams I have every time I improve my strength?

In those dreams, Syndra always kept a reserved attitude, which was completely different from the fanaticism in last night's dream.

so......

A hint of surprise appeared on Ryan's confused face.

Is this evil bad woman playing a contrast with herself?

He is indeed the Dark Leader who is born evil!

Ryan braced himself in the morning light.

He first spent a few minutes summarizing the areas that needed improvement.

For example, you can have more foreplay and try some more tricks;

Syndra's movements are still a little rusty, so I could use a little more guidance;

Finally, you need to be more proactive, otherwise when will you be able to break through the siege and reach the core?

List the problems one by one.

Remember them one by one.

Ryan decided to pick himself up again in the next dream!

Get up from where you fell.

If you can't get up, just lie down and enjoy!

'boom'

open the door.

Ryan heard similar noises next door.

Turning around, I saw the 'hairy-faced thunder god'.

It seemed that Kong did not sleep well last night. There were dark circles around his eyes that were several times larger than his own.

But after seeing Ryan, the monkey was not angry.

It came over with a grin, intending to pat Ryan on the back as a gesture of affection.

But he raised his claws, but ultimately didn't dare to slap it.

"You are better than the elders in the tribe!"

Ryan was a little surprised by the monkey's attitude.

I tricked it and it turned around and thanked me?

Is the effect of Vastaya Xiarui's mark so outrageous?

"Is it?"

"If they had your sense of humour, they wouldn't have kicked me out!"

So in the monkey's cognition, people who play pranks are humorous people?

Ryan finally understood why Kong kept complaining about Yi having no sense of humor in his background story.

After all, with Yi's personality, it is impossible for him to play a prank.

"Lost last night?" Ryan asked, looking at the bruises in his empty eye sockets.

"I almost won!" The monkey seemed dissatisfied with last night's result. "I'm going to smash his window again tonight!"

The words just fell here.

Kong instantly realized something was wrong.

It followed Ryan's gaze and looked back.

Yi Zheng stared at it with a gloomy face.

"..."

Even a cunning monkey would feel embarrassed if it was caught in the act.

Because Ryan was nearby, Yi didn't bother with the monkey.

He walked over to Ryan and said, "Master, please come over."

"Is it about cleaning up the surrounding pollution?"

"Yes."

"Then just go and clean it up. It's troublesome to make a trip."

Ryan could understand the feelings of the Wuji Sword Sect's leader.

I feel urgent but embarrassed to ask for it, so I can only hint at it in various ways.

But he was not deliberately delaying time. If extinguishing the alchemical flame was equivalent to putting out a fire, then cleaning up the pollution was equivalent to post-disaster rescue. It was obvious which was easier.

"I'll go back and report first."

"Let it go." Ryan looked at the monkey, "Go tell the master, we can clean up the area in two days at most."

"squeak!!"

The monkey, having a reason, jumped away immediately.

Watching the impatient figure walking away, a barely perceptible smile appeared on Yi's lips.

"You like this monkey?"

Ryan asked as he walked out.

The cleanup must start from near the village, so there is no need to take Yifei with you again.

The two people have enough time to chat without delaying their work.

"It has a purer heart than most people." Yi answered seriously.

Those who have mastered the Way of Wuji can always easily glimpse certain essences.

Perhaps the leader was willing to accept the monkey because he saw Kong's kind nature.

"Then teach it well. Perhaps it can become a bridge between humans and the Vastaya in the future."

Ryan himself can actually become a bridge.

But he couldn't stay in Ionia forever.

Compared to the entire Runeterra, Ionia is just one piece of a larger puzzle.

And after he left, the friendship between humans and vastaya needed another 'hook'.

"I will."

Yi didn't mind Kong's pranks, not because he had more patience than the Vastaya elder, but because the experience of exile had helped the monkey grow.

The two people slowly came to the outside of the village.

The gloomy atmosphere gradually dissipated with Ryan's steps, as if a mysterious membrane covered the surrounding ground.

The fishy alchemical boiling water exuded a stench that went straight to the depths of the soul, but when the gloomy breath covered them, those elements belonging to the "magic" level were like being swept by a razor.

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Brothers, please take care of your health recently.

I have had a low-grade fever for three or four days.

Chapter 168 The Merciful Black Sun!

Ryan cannot see those beings that exist in the spiritual realm.

But he could sense the 'atmosphere' around him.

Before the dark magic swept over them, they were like a pool of oppressive stagnant water.

Occasionally the water surface will churn, but what churns it up is not vitality, but the disappearance of life.

After the dark magic swept across the 'water surface', the lifeless mirror surface suddenly turned into boiling water.

What makes them boil is the power of darkness.

But Ryan did not sense hatred or resentment from these boiling emotions.

Instead, he felt that he was surrounded by some kind of kindness.

......

Yi Bilan saw it more clearly.

Ionia has a wide variety of training methods. They may not be the strongest, but each has its own unique function.

For example, the Wuji Dao he mastered, a practice that Vastaya Xiarui called a poor imitation, when combined with the helmet inlaid with kaleidoscope lenses made for him by Master Dolan, allows him to glimpse another dimension.

When he maintained his inner peace and cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts, the world in his vision turned into another scene.

The foul power born from the alchemical flames crossed the realm and spread from matter to spirit.

The stench that could be smelled in the material realm transformed into terrifying vines in the spiritual realm.

Countless spirits reside in the spiritual realm, but they should be swimming freely, but now they are entangled in vines like poor antelopes, and their essence gradually becomes weak. When these essences are exhausted, they will completely die.

But the most torturous thing is not extinction, but the process of moving towards extinction.

Those spirits that are strong enough can break free from the shackles by their own strength, while the remaining spirits are like the patients in the cancer ward in the previous life.

They are heading towards death, and before death, they are accompanied only by endless despair and pain and soul-shaking wails.

But among these strong negative emotions, there is an independent figure.