Fast Transmigration: Black Moonlight Sharks Are Crazy in Shura Field

Ling Chan saw some fragility from his tightly pursed lips.

She took a step forward and hugged Fu Yaoguang tightly.

Fu Yaoguang was more than a head taller than her, and Ling Chan's face was just buried in Fu Yaoguang's chest. When he spoke, the heat from his mouth penetrated through the thin summer shirt, like a kiss on the heart.

The girl's gentle voice drifted slowly in the night wind.

"I misunderstood him... A person like him who repays kindness with hatred is not worthy of other people's kindness."

The wind suddenly blew violently, and Chan heard the small tree downstairs groaning weakly.

Ling Chan felt a strange force, the ground under her feet seemed to disappear suddenly, a sense of weightlessness struck, Fu Yaoguang hugged her tightly, Ling Chan opened her eyes, and could only see a small piece of white as cold jade under Fu Yaoguang's lapel The skin is delicate, half of the clavicle is hidden in the shadow of the skirt, and the shape is exquisite.

She listened to the fluctuating heartbeat in her ears, and she was extremely calm.

It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like only a moment passed, Fu Yaoguang let go of Ling Chan, and pulled her behind him.

In front of Fu Yaoguang was Xue Xingchi.

This is a huge space, the boundary of the space is not a wall, but a strand of black mist, the mist is twisted and twisted, turning into a tall wall.

This is turbid air, formed by the condensation of negative emotions in the world, which makes Chan almost feel the emotion of hearing these black mist, they are screaming piercingly and crying wantonly.

The fierceness made Chan dizzy, she frowned, and looked at Xue Xingchi in front of her again.

Xue Xingchi "sitting" on the chair where the black mist condensed, his lower body was completely submerged by the black mist, Ling Chan couldn't tell whether he was sitting or standing, but could only see his already beautiful face, which became more and more ghostly.

Xue Xingchi's skin didn't have a trace of vitality from a living person, but was as cold and hard as plaster. He had received too many intense emotions, and he seemed to be unable to make expressions anymore.

He is still alive, but it seems to be dead.

Ling Chan frowned and said, "It really is you!"

"Didn't you guess it a long time ago?" Xue Xingchi's tone was resentful, and all the black mist in the space excitedly accelerated his walking speed, "That's why I fell in love with this bitch in my territory! Why do you dare!"

Xue Xingchi gritted his teeth, he felt angry when he thought of the two people chattering in his building!
The more he watched, the more angry he became, and he couldn't control himself no matter what. Even though he knew that Ling Chan might have done it on purpose, he pulled the two of them into his home field, even if it might be exposed, he couldn't bear it!
Xue Xingchi raised the black mist, and threw it heavily towards Fu Yaoguang.

Fuyaoguang was not afraid at all, he drew his sword to meet him, the sword light was clear, cutting through the black mist.

His posture is as vigorous as a white crane fluttering its wings, and his swordsmanship is extremely beautiful, and the light of the sword seems to flow.

It was exactly what Xue Xingchi wanted to be in the illusion... the appearance that Ling Chan would like.

Xue Xingchi was extremely angry, but let it go, he smiled coldly: "There is only turbid air in this space, no clear air, how long can you hold on just relying on the spiritual energy in your body?"

"When you are exhausted, it is your death day!"

Xue Xingchi stared at Fuyaoguang and guarded him firmly behind him, and said gloomyly: "Look at what you chose? If you promised me earlier, there would be no such things!"

"Promise you?" Ling Chan couldn't help but sneer: "Promise you what?"

Xue Xingchi said: "I have courted you so many times! Like a dog, I have confessed to you over and over again! What about you? You pretend to be gentle and kind, which is better than me. In fact, I know that under every look of yours is disgust for me!"

He was already under the influence of these damn turbid qi, and these negative emotions had nothing to do with him, but he could still restrain them, but now when he talked about his own sad things, those emotions were infinitely magnified.

"Why don't you like me?" Xue Xingchi opened his eyes, leaving big and big crystal tears, "I try my best to become what you like, learn your favorite dim sum crafts, build your favorite buildings, why are you so Hate me? Just because I can't practice?!"

"Now I can!" Xue Xingchi said, and the whip formed by the black mist frantically waved, "Why don't you like me? Why do you still look at me like this!"

"Because no matter how you pretend, you can't change the fact that you are a scum."

Ling Chan's voice was calm and clear: "On the first night we met in Wushan, you sneaked into my room, didn't you intend to kill me?"

"In Hanshan, you made small moves over and over again, trying to prevent me from saving people, do you think I can't see it?"

She said, almost wanting to sneer, "Is this what you like? It's too dirty, I don't want it."

The black mist solidified.

Xue Xingchi was dumbfounded.

He couldn't even think of a word of excuse, his mind went blank...he just wanted to escape.

Then in an instant, the space formed by the black mist dissipated. Ling Chan blinked and found herself standing in the night with a full moon above her head and Xue Xingchi's snack shop under her feet.

Xue Xingchi fled, but faced with Ling Chan's interrogation, he chose to escape.

He pushed Ling Chan and Fu Yaoguang out of the space formed by the black mist.

Fu Yaoguang patted Ling Chan on the shoulder, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Ling Chan was fine, Xue Xingchi didn't attack her at all, all his hostility was directed at Fu Yaoguang.

She pulled her thoughts back from Xue Xingchi, looked up at Fu Yaoguang, but was startled by the tragic situation of the person in front of her.

Fuyaoguang's body was left with several wounds from the whip transformed by the black mist, his clothes were torn, corroded by blood, and large areas of flowers bloomed.

Ever since Ling Chan met Fuyaoguang, all the Fuyaoguangs she has seen have been bright and beautiful, Yushu Zhilan, and she has never been as embarrassed as she is now.

"Are you okay?" Ling Chan was taken aback, and quickly reached out to help Yaoguang, and led him to the wall to sit down.

There is a full set of furniture in her storage bag, but at this moment in the white fog, she can't use her spirit energy, so she can't take it out.

Fortunately, before entering the white mist, these situations were considered, and some necessary pills and medical supplies were brought out with him.

"The ordinary medicine for golden sores," Fu Yaoguang said, "Those pills with spiritual energy can't be used. If you can use spiritual energy to heal your wounds, you won't be able to see these wounds."

It was rare for him to make a joke, and he wanted to silently comfort her with Ling Chan's head, but when he raised his hand, the blood flowed even more joyfully.So he got Ling Chan's warning eyes.

Fu Yaoguang had no choice but to obediently put down his hands, and looked down at Ling Chan carefully cleaning the wound, his dark eyes stared closely at his wound, with a moist gleam.

Fu Yaoguang suddenly asked, "Chanchan, who am I?"

Ling Chan didn't raise her head: "You are you."

"I am me? Why am I not you?"

Why is this person so childish?Ling Chan had no intention of discussing philosophical issues with him, and casually said: "Because I am Wen Lingchan, and you are Fu Yaoguang."

"Fuyaoguang..." Fuyaoguang muttered, and read: "Fuyaoguang was born during the Yonghe period..."

Ling Chan finally raised her head and glanced at Fu Yaoguang, seeing that his eyes were clouded, and he began to talk about her life.