mistook the hero for a boyfriend

Not long after Zhao Yunchen launched the formation, the original defense system changed into a new form under the traction of the formation.

Xiao Jingfeng, who came back from the boy, looked up at the spiritual power cannons that were gradually assembled one by one, and saw that the high-concentration compressed spiritual power bullets were aimed at the small courtyard where the adults entered.

The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, and he hurriedly wanted to hurry over.

The dark red flames kept burning around Xiao Jingfeng, and those threads of demonic energy were completely annihilated before they touched him.

"grown ups……"

When he saw the black air-shrouded gate, he wanted to reach out and break through it and walk in.

"Could it be too hasty, Cultivator Xiao?" The man's deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded behind Xiao Jingfeng, and a drop of mellow wine fell on the ground, returning to its original color.

"If you're not careful, you might get hurt, so Junior Brother Zhao will get hurt."

Xiao Jingfeng always felt that the voice seemed very gentle, but when he turned his head, he saw a holy lotus flower rapidly decaying. The person who came wearing a mask suddenly trembled.

"After all, Cultivator Xiao, I came here to help you... Hehe, Xiao Jingfeng."

His voice rose high, full of sarcasm.

Zhao Yunchen, who was fighting with Huan, didn't know anything about what happened outside. He was forced to leave the door in order to resist the attack, and was even dragged by Huan to move deep into the yard.

He knew he couldn't do it, but there was nothing he could do.

"Hehe, go on, go on, poor lord." The extended sleeve and the falling shadow sword were on the verge of triggering, Huan jumped back to the ground briskly, and stopped suddenly.

The long battle made Huan's robe stained with a strong demonic energy. Except for his face that was exactly the same as Xiao Jingfeng's, he could not find any similarities with Xiao Jingfeng at all.

The mysterious pattern outlined by the gold thread flickered on the black robe, and the clean white jade hung on his chest. Every time he moved, it would reflect the light like a bright moon, and a black flower climbed up his left face. , is vigorously opening.

Looking at the unfamiliar "Xiao Jingfeng", knowing that it was just an illusion fabricated by Huan, Zhao Yunchen couldn't help but said: "Since you pretended to be so humble, why did you pretend to be like that in the first place?"

Faced with Zhao Yunchen's vicious questioning, Huan raised his eyebrows in a strange way.

He let out a series of crisp laughter, lowered his hands and smiled slightly: "My lord is as unwilling to admit the truth as the master. I don't recognize the person you see now, and I have no idea that I have become What does it look like, what kind of posture is it talking to you."

Zhao Yunchen looked at Huan and narrowed his eyes slightly, with a posture of looking down on the world, looking at him with sympathetic eyes like a god.

"What you see is the picture of him in your heart, the deepest impression he left on you. I am just a mirror, pulling him out of your heart. It is not I who shaped him, but you Oh, my lord."

Zhao Yunchen laughed back in anger: "It's just ridiculous."

He had never seen such an evil Xiao Jingfeng, the man in his impression had always been innocent, even the incident three years ago hadn't had much impact on him.

And this guy who manipulated the illusion actually said that what he showed was Xiao Jingfeng deep in his heart, something he had never encountered before, so how could he leave any deep impression.

Zhao Yunchen ignored the little disharmonious voice in his heart, he raised his sword and wanted to kill this nonsense guy directly.

Huan waved his sleeves to greet him again, he staggered his body and met Zhao Yunchen's eyes, and whispered as if he was close to his ear: "My lord is so pitiful, if you really have no memory of what you saw, You should see the real me. The thing in your eyes that fits with your blade is my ugly and disgusting arm, probably not, huh?"

Following Zhao Yunchen's fierce sword energy, he jumped back, and Shi Shi suddenly landed on the ground before finishing his sentence: "What you saw was the attacking posture you thought 'him' possessed, but It's not me, it looks like a mirror."

"Heh, who would believe a magic cultivator who broke into someone's house out of nowhere, and even that magic cultivator pretended to be your partner." Zhao Yunchen spoke quickly, and actually said what he couldn't say.

But Huan didn't mean to dig deeper, he just smiled lightly: "Is it your partner? Is the person you fear the most in your heart actually your partner? My lord, it seems that you have a lot of problems. ah."

He smiled arrogantly, with an unruly arrogance in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Zhao Yunchen couldn't admit that Xiao Jingfeng like that was the Xiao Jingfeng hidden deep in his heart, this was absolutely impossible, he couldn't find any reason to believe every word Huan said, or in other words, he couldn't find a reason to let himself Doubt Xiao Jingfeng.

He half-believed that Gen was trying to trick him, harassing him constantly in order to break him down.

"You should keep these crappy lies to yourself." Zhao Yunchen recited the "Nine Ice Jue" silently, and the falling shadow sword was instantly attached to a powerful cold air, and the sword energy wrapped in spiritual power pierced straight towards the fantasy. .

Huan stood where he was, neither dodging nor dodging, and muttered: "It's so pitiful. Master and you, me and your partner."

But he was not engulfed by the sword energy. The reason why he stood still with confidence was because a wave of devil energy gushed out from the depths of the darkness in the next instant, resisting Zhao Yunchen's attack for him.

Everything returned to calm in the blink of an eye, Huan even performed a standard kneeling salute to Zhao Yunchen, and then said: "My lord, let me tell you with this mirror, what are you thinking. Otherwise, I don't know Unclear death is also a pity."

Zhao Yunchen didn't want to pay attention to Huan's crazy words anymore, he retracted the Falling Shadow Sword, and was about to use a new move.

Who would have thought that with a slight smile at the corner of Huan's mouth, the clothes all over his body would burst open in the next moment, and the originally graceful and luxurious clothes turned into a fig leaf that could barely cover his body in an instant.

Zhao Yunchen couldn't guard against it, he saw Huan's body at a glance, his fair skin was covered with scars everywhere, blue and purple, and a sharp wound divided his entire chest.

"It's not what I look like." Huan's tone was full of malice, "It's what you think you want him to be."

Zhao Yunchen was stunned suddenly, staring at Xiao Jingfeng, who was played by Huan, and couldn't look away. It wasn't that he was suddenly fascinated, but that he suddenly seemed to remember something that he shouldn't have forgotten. At that moment, he The moment when I saw the body that was raped and destroyed by others.

He seemed to remember something.

No, no, how could he have any relevant memories? From the beginning to the end, it was just a scam planned by Huan, just like the illusion in the original book where he made Yao Guang intoxicated, it was totally unbelievable.

"Don't believe it, yes, the truth is always unbelievable. But you can't see clearly, my face without a face, my thick and terrifying limbs, and the chest formed by piles of flesh. You can't see clearly either."

If there is no fragrance around Zhao Yunchen, he suddenly took a breath, and then suddenly realized that he didn't know when he started to let that guy babble.

Huan watched Zhao Yunchen's face change greatly, and knew that he had been exposed, and he might not last long. Fortunately, he had bought enough time for the "cocoon" that was hatching in the depths.

Even if you die now, there is nothing to regret.

But since he can still do some things, he must persevere until the end.

He suddenly rushed towards Zhao Yunchen, the speed was so fast that he left behind an illusory afterimage, Zhao Yunchen didn't expect him to move so fast, his somewhat dull body only had time to block with his sword.

However, Huan, who rushed over, flashed behind Zhao Yunchen like a swimming snake, and the filthy devilish energy eroded a small gap in the barrier around him. Huan's fingers hooked around Zhao Yunchen's waist, and his whole body fell from that Get into the hole and fit closely with Zhao Yunchen.

Huan, who is also in the Nascent Soul stage, is far less powerful than Zhao Yunchen in battle, but he also has his own methods.

The Falling Shadow Sword fell to the ground, and the aura and cold energy surrounding the sword disappeared instantly. It fell to Zhao Yunchen's feet like a piece of scrap iron.

"I like people like you very much, my lord. You say you don't believe in others, but you are constantly hesitating in your heart. Although you are a young and accomplished genius, you don't have the mood to match it."

Huan spoke at the back of Zhao Yunchen's neck, there was no sound of breathing, only his vocal cords were constantly vibrating.

His fingertips that touched Zhao Yunchen were already covered with ice and snow. Zhao Yunchen would never walk into a dangerous place unprepared. The protection given to him by his father before his ascension was enough to defend him from the persecution of all walks of life.

But Zhao Zun didn't expect that some injuries are not caused by knives and swords, but by hearts.

"Who do you think is faster, your sweet dreams or your sharp ice?"

Huan said to himself, his outstretched right hand covered Zhao Yunchen's eyes looking forward, deep purple overflowed his pupils, his only special talent was activated, and at the same time his The body is also being quickly frozen by the ice.

Who will be faster?

The moment Zhao Yunchen was touched by Huan, his numb brain suddenly remembered Huan's real ability, which was something that was repeated in his heart over and over again, but suddenly he forgot it completely.

He guides the other party to focus on himself, ignores the environment and the surroundings, and exposes weaknesses.

So when Zhao Yunchen opened his eyes again, what he saw in front of him was a huge cage with golden flowers hovering over the railings, and the heavy door lock blocked the way to freedom.

The petite boy curled up in a corner of the cage, his hands tightly wrapped around his knees, his old and dirty clothes stained the luxurious carpet of the cage.

Then, Zhao Yunchen heard his own voice, which belonged to his own voice eight years ago, and that voice spoke enough sinful sentences in a sufficiently cold tone.

He said: "My lovely little pet, the master is back to see you, why don't you crawl over quickly?"

The one who tried to follow the original book so that he could live a peaceful life and followed the original book to the end, Zhao Yunchen who was eight years ago, is walking leisurely in a clean white robe at this moment, passing him eight years later .

The author has something to say:

Minor repairs.