Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

Zhai Ling watched helplessly as Zhen Qing captured the woman and he was almost going to pass the test.

"Ahem." The man walked forward helplessly and carried Zhenqing away, saying to the woman, "Qiong, take the test."

The woman finally reacted, "Oh, oh, yes, the assessment."

The red-tailed mermaid is the leader of the flying fish clan in the entire space, and her special ability is to "question her conscience".

In fact, it is an illusion. Everyone will be trapped in the illusion and face their own inner fears.

To be honest, Zhenqing was speechless. After all this time of questioning himself, this is it?

But then again, what are you afraid of?

The young man lowered his head to think and did not notice that Qiu Bieyi beside him turned pale.

The memories of my past life are like nightmares, and I dream about disgusting things every night.

Before Zhenqing and the others could react, everything went dark before their eyes.

It was pitch black all around, Zhen Qing just felt dizzy and his stomach was churning. This time there was no Qiu Bieyi by his side to hold him and comfort him, so he could only sit cross-legged on the ground and take deep breaths.

Five minutes later, Zhenqing finally recovered.

He looked down at his hands. Has he entered a fantasy world?

"Why is it so dark?" The young man frowned slightly.

He didn't notice that the pattern on his forehead was glowing at all, and Qiong outside spat out a mouthful of blood. The woman collapsed and said to Zhai Ling: "This illusion is useless to the young prince. I was almost killed by the young prince's self-preservation consciousness."

Zhai Ling quickly transferred energy to Qiong, "Why don't you get him out!"

Qiong spat out another mouthful of blood. The woman's eyes remained blood red. She flipped through the illusions of several children and said, "What about the child with blue eyes? Something is wrong with him."

Zhai Ling paused, "He is a human being, but he is also raised by the gods and has received the power of the gods. What's wrong with that?"

The "questioning the heart" ability is a very powerful ability, belonging to the group ability. As long as you have a strong desire for a certain thing or object, you will become a mystery in the illusion she casts; and if you are afraid of something, then you will be disturbed and even die in the illusion.

The supernatural power that Qiong has currently used on these children is only of the third level, and will not cause serious harm. Those who have not escaped will at most be backlashed by the power transformed from their own desires and will have to sleep in bed for two days.

However, this ability also has side effects.

The user will see all the illusions cast in the illusion, and she needs time to digest those emotions. Once the emotional energy in the illusion exceeds her own strength, she will be backfired.

"This child............" Joan felt so miserable that she wanted to die. She shook her head. Before she could say anything, she was shocked by the illusion inside. The woman was sweating profusely, and her lips were pale: "He is........."

At this moment, the woman was frozen.

"Master." Zhai Ling raised his eyes to look at the god who suddenly appeared in front of him. It was just a shadow. The god's face was cold, but his tone was gentle. He said to Qiong: "Whatever you saw today, you can't tell anyone. Do you understand?"

The woman nodded frantically. Her body was frozen. It was her first time meeting God and she was so scared that she couldn't speak. She could only nod.

"A Ling." The god stepped forward and touched Zhai Ling's head, saying gently: "The same goes for you. Send the child back to the temple when it comes out."

"Yes." Zhai Ling rubbed God's hand.

Qiong: “........…” As expected of God’s first child, the feelings are just different.

"Send Aqing and Ayi out." The god slowly disappeared, leaving behind a sentence.

Only then could Qiong move. She lay powerlessly on the lotus. The woman realized belatedly: "Oh my God, our God is so beautiful."

Zhai Ling: “..........”

"Let the man out quickly." Zhai Ling helped the man up and continued to supply him with strength.

Qiong nodded and waved her hand, and saw a black and purple transmission hole appear above a lotus. Zhenqing felt that his feet were empty and he fell down with a bang, sitting on the lotus with a dazed look on his face.

The young man looked around in confusion, realizing that he was out.

Next came Qiu Bieyi. The young man’s face was pale and bloodless, and he was bleeding from all his orifices. He was lying next to Zhenqing.

Qiong spat out another mouthful of blood. Zhai Ling reached out to press the woman's acupoints. Qiong gritted her teeth and said, "The child is not in good condition. Your Highness, please take a look."

Zhenqing picked up Qiu Bieyi in panic and stretched out his hand to transfer divine power to Qiu Bieyi. Qiu Bieyi himself had the healing ability and could heal himself, but judging from the current situation, self-healing was ineffective. He was unconscious, his eyes were closed, his whole body was cold, and his lips were pale.

"What's going on?" Zhenqing held the boy in his arms and asked anxiously, "Uncle, why is this happening?"

Zhai Ling walked over and picked up Qiu Bieyi, and put his hand on the boy's forehead. The boy's body was wrapped in a thin layer of mist: "His mental power is in disorder. I will let Qian and Huang send you back to the temple."

There are so many children taking the test here, he can't leave.

Zhenqing raised his eyes to look at Qiong, and the young man said in a gentle voice: "Sister, what did he encounter in the illusion?"

The boy's voice was very light, even gentle, but Qiong only felt a chill on her back, because there was no warmth in Zhenqing's eyes. The chill made her feel that her soul trembled, but then she thought of everything that had just happened, and the woman forced a smile: "Your Highness, that belongs to the child's privacy. I can't tell you, or anyone else."

"Really?" The boy's voice was gentle. He looked at the boy in his uncle's arms, "Goodbye, sister."

Zhenqing looked down at the white feathers of the crane, a nameless anger rising in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at Qiu Bieyi who was being held in Huang's arms on the back of another crane, and his heart ached.

Only in the illusion can one see his true self.

Fear, obsession, and desire will all be magnified.

Qiu Bieyi must have seen something to become like this, but he was only ten years old. Nothing could have caused him to react like this, except for everything he had experienced before the age of five. However, he asked Wei Yang to look up Qiu Bieyi's past, and after searching through it, he only knew that he was sold here at the age of five, and that he was dying before being sold here. Although his life was saved, his physical condition was not good, and he struggled to survive in the Colosseum and met Zhenqing.

When several people arrived at the temple, the god was already standing by the lake waiting. He raised his hand to take Qiu Bieyi, and took Zhenqing directly back to the room. The god placed the boy on the bed, raised his hand and madly sent divine power to him to nourish him.

"Dad, how is Qiuqiu?" Zhenqing pulled his broad sleeves. The boy lay on the edge of the bed and wiped the sweat off Qiu Bieyi's face.

"Fever and bleeding from all seven orifices caused by mental disorder." The god raised his hand and touched the boy's forehead with the back of his hand: "Dad doesn't know what he saw in the illusion. He can only rely on himself to get out of it."

"What if I can't get out..." Zhenqing stood up, his eyes revealing deep anxiety and uneasiness, as well as unconcealable nervousness and worry.

God touched Zhenqing's forehead and said, "Qing, you have to believe him."

"But!"

"He'll be fine." God said gently, "I'm here."

"I'm here." This was like a reassurance to Zhenqing. The boy calmed down and nodded: "Then I'll stay here with him."

God stood up and said, "You must be hungry. Dad will go and cook for you."

"Okay." The young man replied gloomily while lying on the bed.

an hour ago.

Qiu Bieyi endured the discomfort and looked at the surrounding environment. The boy's pupils shrank. This is............

My previous self!

A boy of about twelve or thirteen, wearing gauze and strange accessories, was pressed on the bed by a group of people, crying and screaming.

The scene changed, and it was a scene of himself being pinned to the ground, beaten and tortured.

It is myself after my grandmother died saving me.

It is a new round of torture and humiliation returning to humanity.

The general who saved him was framed and imprisoned, and eventually died, and he looked helpless.

Qiu Bieyi looked at the scene in front of him numbly. He suddenly didn't want to admit that all this was true, but the pain that was engraved into his bones would be unforgettable for him forever.

The boy wanted to break this disgusting illusion, but found that he had actually gone out, but his deep consciousness did not want to wake up.

He sat helplessly in the dark world, at a loss as to what to do. The light was right before his eyes, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier. He could not pursue it or touch it.

"elder brother."

The boy murmured in despair.

"help me."