Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Chapter 210: Self-Cultivation of Love Tribulation (15)
Above the palace banquet.

Xue Xingchi proposes to marry Lingchan.

The whole room was silent.

With a majestic look on his face, the emperor lightly swept over the people below.

Xue Xingchi looked expectant, and Ling Chan, who was standing beside him, lowered his eyes and looked calm.

He paused for a moment, clasped his palms together and laughed loudly, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince, young hero, why don't I allow it!"

"You and my son are originally..." There is a fate!

"They cannot be engaged."

A male voice sounded faintly.

Fu Yaoguang's face was pale, as if he had been injured, he leaned on the pillar and looked at Xue Xingchi with clear eyes, "Your Highness Seventh, you should wake up."

[Fuyaoguang actually came to this dungeon? 】The system clicked his tongue,【As expected of the incarnation of a god, I found the owner of this dream in no time. 】

Xue Xingchi frowned. Before he could speak, the Wushan disciple tore Fu Yaoguang off, very dissatisfied, "Did you get confused by the monster!"

"Take him down quickly!"

Fu Yaoguang dodged the servant who rushed up to arrest him, and said loudly: "Xue Xingchi, wake up!"

The powerful and powerful voice echoed in the hall like gold and jade, faintly stirring up waves of sound.

The voices and colors swayed, the illusion fluctuated, and the characters and scenes were like ripples in the water. Xue Xingchi frowned slightly, and was in a short trance.

In the next second, Emperor Yan's voice resounded powerfully in the crowd.

"The Seventh Prince and my son are a gift from heaven, so why should you, a commoner, be able to talk about it!"

Xue Xingchi's eyes fell on Ling Chan. Among the chaotic lines and disordered black and white, she was the only color.

she is real.

Ling Chan is real.

They were together and their engagement was recognized.

Xue Xingchi made a formula, and his spiritual power turned into a beam of light, binding Fu Yaoguang.

"Take it down." He instructed Wushan disciple.

The illusion has completely stabilized.

A Wushan man looked at Fu Yaoguang with some dissatisfaction, and deliberately amplified his voice, "If His Highness Seventh Prince hadn't kindly saved you, you would have died long ago! There is a chance to hinder His Highness's marriage! I really don't know what to do."

Fu Yaoguang was roughly pushed and pushed by him, but his expression was calm, still indifferent as high as the ice and snow on the top of the mountain, ignoring the vicissitudes of the world.

At this time, Ling Chan said, "I don't think he is lying."

"Maybe it's because of the demon poison in the body, which hasn't been cleared, so it's crazy?" Another Wushan disciple answered immediately.

"Why do you say we can't get engaged?" Ling Chan looked directly at Fu Yaoguang and asked.

Fu Yaoguang looked up at her, a little surprised, "You too..."

Ling Chan smiled at him.

"Chanchan." Xue Xingchi disliked the way Lingchan looked at Fu Yaoguang, as if there was a tacit understanding between them, and he was treated as an irrelevant person outside.

Xue Xingchi stretched out his hand to hold Ling Chan, and pressed his thin lips tightly, "You don't believe me, do you want to believe this mortal's words?"

Before Ling Chan could speak, Fu Yaoguang said: "You are indulging in false illusions, and you are dragging Miss Wen to sink together. There is no need for her to be implicated by you."

The muscles on Xue Xingchi's face twisted for a moment, and there was fierce ferocity between his brows and eyes, like a raging monster, and he said coldly: "How dare a mere mortal offend me?"

He didn't want to listen to Fu Yaoguang's speech anymore, he raised his hand, and another spell sealed Fu Yaoguang's mouth.

Ling Chan looked at him carefully.

This illusion has lasted for a long time.

After Xue Xingchi sank into the illusion, the first scene was that the subjects waited for him to return from killing demons at the gate of the city, cheering and congratulating him.

He is the proud son of heaven, he is the heart of all people, he is the leader without mountains, and he is full of vigor.

Apart from Ling Chan, this is also what he wants.

He looks down on mortals.

He hates Fu Yaoguang, or in other words, he hates a talented person like Fu Yaoguang, which makes him feel inferior.

What Xue Xingchi despises the most is that in reality, that person has no roots and cannot cultivate himself.

Every time he said "mere mortals", the one who reprimanded and belittled was himself in reality.

Ling Chan frowned and looked at Xue Xingchi, seemingly unhappy, "Why use your identity to suppress people?"

"Why do you care about this unreasonable person? Today is a good day for you and Xingchi!" Yan Huang on the high platform spoke to dissuade, "You young people, don't quarrel about unimportant things! Go, go, go out and play? "

Yanhuang opened his mouth to smooth things over.

Even though it was an illusion, Ling Chan still didn't want to erase the words of Emperor Yan, who had always loved her very much, and the turmoil disappeared like this.

The marriage contract between Xue Xingchi and Ling Chan is a certainty and cannot be changed.

……

After sending away the sticky Xue Xingchi, the sky had already dimmed, the sun was slowly setting, and there were large stretches of red clouds in the sky, and the white clouds were ambiguously sunburned.

Ling Chan found the place where Fu Yaoguang was being held.

He is set in this fantasy world as a mortal, whose force value is not worth mentioning in front of the disciples of the immortal sect. He said some nasty words again at noon, was tied with hemp rope, and thrown in a remote and remote house.

No one was even guarding outside.

Ling Chan untied the rope and the spell for him, and said in a low voice, "Is there a way to break the situation under the crown of the city lord?"

The two of them were in the main hall, and through each other's performance, they had confirmed that they were the only two sober people in the illusion.

There was no need for extra greetings, Ling Chan talked about her experience, she had an agreement with Xue Xingchi before, and Xue Xingchi was reincarnated in the illusion, and he was always sober.

But as soon as the scene changed, he suddenly sank into illusion.

"My cultivation is suppressed, no different from ordinary people."

Fu Yaoguang said: "This illusion is already very strong. Xue Xingchi's firm mind has provided him with great strength. Xue Xingchi wavered briefly at noon but failed to wake up. It will only be more difficult to wake him up next time."

"We have to be fast and hit the ground."

Ling Chan nodded and began to analyze, "Xue Xingchi likes me very much and wants to marry me, so we staged a half-hearted, empathetic plot to stimulate him to wake up."

"He attaches great importance to the cultivation of the root bone and looks down on ordinary people, so we will transplant his root bone to you, the person he looks down on."

【We shouldn't be in the same illusion with Xue Xingchi. ] The system's mood is quite complicated: [You didn't come before, Xue Xingchi has been circulating, and has never had any feelings for the fictional Ling Chan...]

On the contrary, as soon as Ling Chan came, he immediately plunged into this illusion like a dizzy head, and Radu couldn't come back.

Ling Chan is real.

This instead became the reason for Xue Xingchi's sinking.

Fu Yaoguang didn't say yes, he didn't say no, he pinched his fingertips, and blood beads trembled from the skin.

A strange fragrance diffused faintly, full of unspeakable attraction, making Chan's eyes stick to Fu Yaoguang's hand irresistibly.

She remembered what the system had introduced to her, that Fu Yaoguang used flesh and blood to heal the wounds of the original owner Wen Lingchan.

The bones of the living dead.

Judging from the attractive force of fragrance and magic charm, Fuyaoguang is a walking Tang monk.

Fu Yaoguang waved to Ling Chan, "My strength is suppressed and I can't display it. You are also a cultivator in the illusion. You can use my flesh and blood to improve your strength and break through the illusion."

His indifferent and indifferent eyes are like two glass balls, ruthless, and all emotions are precipitated in his eyes.

"Your method is very good, but it's too troublesome." Fu Yaoguang said: "As long as you have enough strength, you don't need to use those devious tricks."

(End of this chapter)