Yuanshin: Forces come true system

"Crazy, they're all crazy..." The man pulled out the knife that had been stuck in Mandrill's heart. He had obviously lost his mind, his brain was dazed by the surging hatred and anger, and he had a hideous face. He raised his hand high, and saw that he was about to stab again.

Jin Peng closed his eyes obediently, his face was calm, and he even had a hint of anticipation.

But at the moment when the dagger stabbed, the man was suddenly knocked down to the ground.

It was the two guards.

The guard frowned in dissatisfaction and subdued the man: "Tsk, Lord Demon God didn't let him die."

"Hurry up, swallow his dream if you don't want to eat the whip, otherwise I'm not sure what will happen to your clansmen."

The anticipation in Jin Peng's eyes dimmed in an instant, he lowered his eyes, his slightly long eyelids covered most of the young man's golden eyes, and a very light white mist floated from the man's head to Jin Peng's mouth again.

Sweet Dreams tastes delicious, but it's also disgustingly nauseous.

From being arrogant to being decadent and sluggish, and taciturn, Jin Peng's despair has accumulated to the extreme.

The Demon God of Dreams is used to this kind of despair. Under the jurisdiction of nightmares, everyone lives in fear, and he even enjoys this kind of fear, the fear of him.

But it also symbolizes boredom.

So the god finally looked away.

The eyes of the two guards were suddenly dull, and then they came back to their senses, and they untied Jin Peng's chains.

Without the chains, Jinpeng knelt down on one knee, put his hands on the ground, and panted slightly after being imprisoned for a long time.

"Are you all right, kid?"

Qu Xiangbang frowned, he couldn't do anything, he could only circle around Jinpeng helplessly.

"That's the kind of thing, tsk tsk... Lord Demon God told you to go to the team, don't think about being lazy." After leaving this sentence, the two guards walked away with the weapons in their hands.

Jinpeng moved to the edge with difficulty, propped himself up against the wall, and walked slowly towards the door step by step.

The wound on his body was torn again because of the excessive movement, and the blood dripped down, even Jin Peng would leave a bloody footprint every time he took a step.

The physique of the Yasha clan is different from ordinary people. Although they will be injured, their wounds heal quickly.

But this is only limited to humans.

If the damage was caused by the demon god, it would heal very slowly as it is now.

Who made this dream demon god love fear the most.

Fearing his kingdom or fearing him makes no difference to the Dream Demon God.

"Jinpeng!" Outside the dungeon, four figures in similar clothes to Jinpeng suddenly appeared, supporting Jinpeng with all their hands and feet.

There are also many scars on their bodies, but in general they are much less than Jinpeng's.

"Jinpeng, we are going to the battlefield tomorrow. You still have so many injuries. Let's go to the Demon God of Dreams and ask for mercy. It can be two days later, and we will help you." Bon could see that her character, which should have been lively and free, had become this cautious temperament.

"...No problem." Jin Peng was silent for a while before uttering two words.

"But—" Yingda wanted to say something more, the blue-haired, gentle-looking girl put her hand on Yingda's shoulder, and shook her head wordlessly.

Not to mention whether the Demon God of Dreams will allow Jin Peng to wait two days before going on the battlefield. Once Ying Da asks to appear in front of the Demon God of Dreams, he will definitely think that this is a challenge to his order. How could it be possible to survive a battlefield where swords have no eyes?

So the only way now is to let Jinpeng have a good rest. On the battlefield, they, brothers and sisters, should help out and protect some Jinpeng.

The five supported each other and walked through the territory of the Demon God of Dreams. There were many houses that looked extremely simple on the snow field at the edge of the territory. In the white snow all over the sky, the precarious and dilapidated houses looked particularly conspicuous.

This is the resting place assigned by the Demon God of Dreams to the Yakshas.

Fu She scratched her hair somewhat helplessly: "That...the Demon God of Dreams didn't arrange us in the city, and we...we don't know how to build houses, so it's a bit... .. Let's make a living, big brother will learn this."

As yakshas, ​​they are brave and good at fighting, and they have always been invincible on the battlefield, but this does not mean that they are omnipotent. Just like building a house, the houses built by the yakshas with no experience are all kinds of strange and ugly. features.

Some houses even have no way to shelter Yaksha from the wind and rain and can only choose to squeeze together with his fellow clansmen.

"..." Jin Peng didn't reply, he was helped into the house.

Although it looks vulnerable on the outside, the inside is unexpectedly well-equipped, and there is even a stove for warming the fire.

Put Jinpeng on the straw mat near the stove, Fushe and Mi Nu went out together, leaving only two girls to take care of Jinpeng.

Jinpeng closed his eyes wearily, he was like a handsome sculpture now, if it wasn't for his slightly undulating chest, it would even make people feel that he was dead.

Qu Xiangbang frowned and stood by Jinpeng's side. Although the wounds of other people were also serious, they didn't see it as well as Jinpeng, and his spirit...

The serious tendency to self-destruct has long been revealed. The current Jinpeng and the Mandrill that Qu Xiangbang saw later are almost like two people. What should we do?

If he still maintains this ghost state, it won't help at all.

It didn't take long for Fu She and Mi Nu to rush back, with a lot of snow and frost on their bodies, and even some wounds, as soon as they entered the room, they brought out the flowers they were carrying in their arms.

"These can help the wound heal, please help to make some medicine, Jin Peng's injury is too serious, it can't heal at all without medicine." Of course, medicine may not heal much.

Fu She didn't say the last sentence.

Yingda and Fanan hurriedly took the flowers, opened the curtain and went out.

Mi Nu sighed, he soaked the cloth in the water basin next to him with Wenshui, and wiped the ashes on Jin Peng's face: "I heard that Gui Liyuan's Rock Demon God..."

"Be angry, be careful with your words." Fu She put away his cheerful appearance, he was affectionate and serious, and raised his finger to the sky.

Mi Nu pursed her lips, a little unwilling, and a little decadent: "Are we... going to fight for Him all the time?"

"Yasha's destiny is to end on the battlefield, not to die in a cage or massacre." Fu She raised his eyes and walked across the vast snowfield, as if he saw the benevolent god who was tall and tall and loved the people like a son.

"We can't choose who we fight for, but we can choose who we die at."

"I think," Fu She smiled, raised her hand, and pointed in the direction of Gui Liyuan, "He's not bad."

"The demon god who can spread the name of benevolence at this time is born to be the overlord of Guiliyuan... The demon god of dreams will not let this piece of fat go, and he is not an ordinary demon god, so, soon .” Fu She’s voice was lowered, revealing a hint of joy.

Jin Peng tilted his head slightly, half-opened his dull golden eyes, stared at Gui Liyuan for a while, and then closed his eyes again.