The tyrant fell in love with his master again [Rebirth]

Mirage's voice is not loud, but every word has a strong sense of oppression.

It seems that it is the only master in this world, and there is no other force that can compete with it.

Su Tongguang was horrified. As one of the beasts in the Demon Realm who surrendered to the City of Tears a hundred years ago, the mirage's name was quite resounding.

It was rumored that it disappeared after its surrender, but it never expected to become the master of this Shadow Tracing Corridor.

"Senior Mirage... what is the meaning of this?" He was suppressed so that his chest was tight for a while, and he gritted his teeth and shouted,

"We are all participants in the Tianlei Competition. Are you not afraid of affecting the fairness of the results by tampering with the content of the competition?"

"It's you who used blindfolds to disturb the illusion. I'm just doing business at the moment, so why worry about it?"

Mirage snorted coldly, and slowly raised his right hand, four clouds of black mist emerged from his palm.

"This nightmare is the spiritual power crystallization of this seat. It will construct a fantasy in the monks' sea of ​​consciousness, reflecting the deepest fear or desire in their hearts," it said coolly, "If you can escape from this seat's nightmare within the game time limit, This violation can be ignored, otherwise you will immediately lose your qualifications for the competition."

"This..." Su Tongguang bit his lip, thinking quickly in his heart.

Mirage is good at spells in the spiritual field, and he has been cultivating purely all year round without distraction, Lin Yebei even upholds the ruthless way, Fu Hanzhang is a half-year-old boy who has lost his memory, and Nan Wuyue is also a decent disciple of a famous family——

I don't think there are any insurmountable fears or desires, right?

He exchanged glances with Lin Yebei, making sure that the other party also had the same intention, so he nodded slowly:

"Since we broke the rules first, it is reasonable to accept the punishment... Please do it, senior."

"It's time-conscious."

Mirage smiled lowly and lightly hooked her fingertips, four clouds of black mist found each of the people present, and then sank into their brows.

Only a few muffled sounds of "plop" and "puff" were heard, and the four of them fell to the ground in response, falling into a nightmare.

"Although these little guys are young, their spiritual power is very pure." Mirage curled the corners of her lips, as if attracted by something, "especially the aura of this kid, which makes me feel vaguely familiar……"

It strolled to Lin Yebei's side, and was about to squat down to check, when the neck suddenly felt cold:

A pitch-black chain lay across its neck silently.

The gate of life was restrained, and the mirage's first reaction was to turn into a black mist and flee, but in the next moment, it was enveloped by overwhelming coercion from head to toe, and the deep voice rang in the ears, gorgeous and lazy:

"It seems that you are doing well in Tianlei City, Ze."

Mirage was stunned.

Its real name is Heisawa, and those who dare to call it by its nickname in this world, except for that person, do not think of it secondly.

The body began to tremble uncontrollably, it struggled to turn around, and tremblingly said: "Your Majesty..."

"Shh."

Fingers touched the bright red lips, a smile spread on the young man's magnificent face, and the originally dark pupils had turned into scarlet.

He raised his beautiful chin slightly, with a haughty and graceful expression: "Only Gu can see his dream, if you move faster, you won't be able to keep these moves."

"Yes... yes..." Mirage trembled like chaff, if it hadn't already refined the entity, it would probably be sweating heavily at this moment, "What do you want the villain to do?"

"Change the nightmare of the other two people into a temporary slumber, as for the person in front of him—"

The young man prolonged his voice deliberately: "Replace it with... Desire."

He leaned down, his long black hair flowing down Lin Yebei's shoulders, his fingers stroked the blood-stained white gauze on his forehead, and he murmured sweetly, "When it's done, send us out of this damn place, Remember, don't let anyone disturb Gu and Shizun's sweet dreams."

"Otherwise I don't know what I would do."

He lay down beside Lin Yebei, with his arms around his slender waist, his eyes drooping.

A hazy black mist gushed out from Mirage's fingertips, and soon enveloped the bodies of the two tightly embracing each other.

Curled up in the boy's arms, Lin Yebei's long eyelashes trembled slightly, his face was pale, as if he was trying to endure something.

There was a dazzle of light and shadow in front of his eyes, and he didn't know how long it took before he finally fell to the ground.

The scenery in his field of vision was completely unfamiliar, a mountain he had never set foot in. He tried to move his hands and feet, but found that his body didn't listen to him at all.

That's right... This is a nightmare built by mirages, and he can only follow the trend.

Lin Yebei felt "myself" stand up and walked along the knee-less green grass, as if he suddenly noticed something, and looked back at the distant sky.

I saw that the originally clear sky was covered with overcast clouds, and there were faint thunder sounds from time to time, and the grass blades in front of me were suddenly shaken, and a slender figure stumbled over from it:

"Master, help me, I'm so uncomfortable..."

The boy's black hair was loose and covered his face, his clothes were torn, and his smooth honey-colored texture was covered with vertical and horizontal bloodstains:

"I have been feeling pain in my body for the past few days. Just after noon today, there was a thunderbolt from the sky, and I couldn't avoid it..."

Crystal tears dripped down his chin: "I feel hot all over, my internal organs seem to be on fire, Master, help me..."

Lin Yebei stretched out his arms and hugged the boy into his arms, his heart sank immediately.

He heard himself speak heavily: "Zhao'er, if you want to become a real dragon, you must complete dragon transformation in the Nascent Soul Tribulation, and under the influence of your blood, the thunder tribulation you endure is far stronger than ordinary monks. "

"Teacher... I don't want to become a real dragon, I just want to be by Master's side all the time," the young man's tears wet his front, "Master, please take me to hide, how about we escape this thunder disaster?" good?"

"No, Zhao'er, the consequence of others not being able to cross the catastrophe is nothing but a regression in cultivation." He held the young man's face in his hands and looked over, "And if you fail to transform the dragon, you will only die."

"But... um!" The boy wanted to struggle again, but suddenly covered his head in pain.

Deep and shallow scale-like lines spread quickly on the exposed skin, and the truth couldn't be controlled, and a purple-black dragon tail and a pair of dragon horns appeared. He whimpered, and hot blood poured out of his mouth.

"Master...Master...respect," the young man knelt down on the ground, his fingers trembling as he grabbed Lin Yebei's clothes, "Help me...it hurts..."

Lin Yebei took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

He felt the severe pain spreading in his chest, and even breathing became difficult, as if the pain the boy was suffering had really been transferred to himself.

"Being a teacher will never let you have an accident."

Seeing that the young man couldn't support himself and fell limp, he stretched out his hand to catch it, and turned around while flying his clothes, blocking the scarred body, and met the falling thunder with his back.

The dense electric light engulfed the sky fire and bombarded his back heavily. Even if he had used the spiritual power protection in his body to the maximum, it still couldn't stop the spread of the injury.

After forcibly receiving more than 20 lightning tribulations, his back was already soaked in blood.

"Master... Master..."

The boy was trembling in his arms, and tried his best to push his arm away, "Let me go, I can't let you..."

"No, Zhao'er, this is what I want."

Lin Yebei bit his lips, and warm liquid kept pouring out from the corner of his mouth.His spiritual power was gradually not enough to compete with Tianlei, and soon he couldn't hold back the extremely cold spiritual power in the upper dantian, which rushed to the whole body along the meridians.

It's just that this spiritual power didn't cause cold as he expected, but gently protected the meridians in his body.

Severe pain intertwined with gentle comfort, Lin Yebei couldn't help but groaned, suddenly his whole body shook, and a pair of gorgeous wings sprouted from his shoulder blades on both sides.

This pair of wings is about the same size as his body, showing a transparent ice blue color, and each feather is clearly visible, as crystal clear as crystal, engulfing extremely powerful power of ice and snow.

At the same time, his appearance reflected in the boy's pupils also changed. In a blink of an eye, his black hair melted into snow, and the ink in his eyes also faded away, turning into a clear blue.

"Master...?!" The young man was stunned by his sudden change, and he didn't even notice that the Six Ninth Tribulation had quietly ended.

Lin Yebei was gasping for breath, and fell down completely powerless. It happened that the two of them were on a slope. They immediately lost their balance, embraced each other and rolled down the hillside until they stopped by a small stream.

Most of the snow-white long hair was soaked in the water. At this time, Lin Yebei's body was covered with injuries caused by the thunderbolt.

The extremely cold spiritual power flowed through his meridians, he was powerless to resist, his complexion was pale, even the long curled eyelashes gradually condensed with frost and snow.

"Master, how are you?"

The young man resisted the burning pain in his body and rushed forward. The process of transforming into a dragon has just passed halfway, and his condition is also extremely bad right now.

However, as the heat of his body passed from his skin, Lin Yebei's consciousness had already been slackened. The instinct of his body allowed him to cling tightly to the only heat source, and then pushed his skin inch by inch:

"Well, it's cold, it's so cold..."

Feeling his icy body approaching, the young man froze, but he was reluctant to push away.

Not only because he is enduring the torment like a burning fire at the moment, but also because in his heart, the friendship between himself and that person is no longer a simple master-student friendship.

"Master," he put his arms around Lin Yebei's waist, and slowly pressed his tall and high-spirited body because of the dragon transformation, his scarlet pupils seemed to be crying blood,

"I'm so hot, I feel like I'm going to be burned by the flames..."

His hot lips rubbed against Lin Yebei's snow-white and cold neck, and suddenly he raised his lips slightly, covering those soft lips.

His heart beat violently and almost rushed out of his chest, he gasped intermittently, and the corners of his eyes were as bright as a begonia:

"Let disciple... come and keep you warm."