The supernatural power is Shan Hai Jing

Feeling the sudden drop in temperature in the room, Anonymous shivered.He took a blanket from the closet in the next room with ease, and wrapped himself into an airtight silkworm chrysalis.

Mr. Dazai, defecting is actually a shortcut to Sanzugawa that you have only recently figured out.

Anonymous, who lay down again, lowered his eyelids slightly, and clear and vivid pictures flashed through his mind quickly.

The cemetery next to the sea has a cemetery located on a hillside with a great view.The sound of the waves one after another played a requiem mass that reached the hearts of the people, sending the final salvation to the souls who escaped from the sea of ​​suffering.A black-haired young man with a coat over his shoulders sat on the ground with his back against the tombstone.The sea breeze frizzed his hair, hiding his dark iris eyes.

He seemed to be smiling, and there was an indescribably comfortable feeling in his lazy posture.

The cold granite is engraved with the name of a friend, and an unknown past is buried.I do not know when, the sky began to rain.The dense raindrops strung together into transparent silk threads, and the evergreen trees with luxuriant branches shrouded the youth and the tombstone in the shade, keeping them away from the wind and rain, and forming a world of their own.

Not far away, Unknown stood with an umbrella in his arms, holding a bouquet of flowers of various colors, among which foxtail lilies, June chrysanthemums, and a few wild cherry blossoms were dotted.He didn't choose to go forward, but placed the bouquet gently at his feet, then turned and left in silence.

Come again next time, the boy thought.

The memory ended here, and Anonymous lifted the blanket up until it covered his chin. "Mr. Zhongyuan, let's have a drink together when you are free."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at 'Silkworm Baby' with a strange expression. "How to call an ambulance in advance? How long do you want to stay in the hospital this time?"

Anonymous hummed twice. "I drink milk, you drink."

Zhong Yuanzhong also turned on the computer, but didn't answer for a while.He does like wine, but he drinks it more often at home by himself.At the beginning, his direct subordinates also invited him to a dinner together in private, but considering that other people might not be able to let him go, they found an excuse to decline.

"I reject."

"Hey~, drinking requires a lot of people to have an atmosphere." Anonymous mumbled puzzled.

"Guys who drink milk are not qualified to say such things." Nakahara Chuya said in a cold tone.

Even though Anonymous was full of unwillingness, the sudden sleepiness gradually overwhelmed the thought of rebuttal.

With the sound of typing on the keyboard, the boy fell into a deep sleep.As long as there is Zhongya in the Central Plains

Everywhere, he will let go of the last trace of defense, which he has not even realized yet.It's not the same as the chick plot, but out of animal intuition, it's as simple as that.

The reason for committing trust can be described as too flippant.

There was a steady breathing sound next to his ears, and Zhong Yuanzhong, who was sensitive to five senses, also relaxed his movements.

This is a world full of pure white, with goose-feather-like snow falling on the ground one after another, and the visibility does not exceed 50 meters.There are no traces of animals around, and no green shadows of vitality can be found.There was only the cold, empty, dead silence that penetrated to the marrow.

That's right, not even the sound of snowflakes falling.

The handsome young man seems to be very confident in his sense of direction, and has been walking slowly towards the center since the moment he appeared.Instead of relying on vision, hearing is also abandoned, and every step is shortening the distance to the target.

He was wearing a thin T-shirt and a long black coat with the same thin fabric.The tie hangs loosely around the neck, and the whole person does not seem to feel the cold.The most surprising thing is that there is not even a single footprint left in the place where he walked behind, obviously the thickness of the snow has already exceeded half a meter.

Until a lake appeared within sight, the young man slowly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile.

"Kufufu~, I found you."

The lake water presents a deep and distant cobalt blue, as clear as a mirror but can't reflect the shadow of anything.Snowflakes fell into it and melted in an instant, causing no ripples.This weird scene didn't stop the young man's pace. He stepped out without hesitation, and the soles of his boots fit closely with the lake surface.

Under normal circumstances, when an adult man tries to stand on a lake, there is often only one end - sinking into the water.But this uninvited guest seems to have escaped gravity, walking on the lake as if walking on flat ground.

10 minutes later, the destination arrived.

The young man looked at the small island in the middle of the lake in front of him, with an area of ​​less than twenty square meters.The type of rock that made up the island was unknown, and the color was a little darker than the richest ink.Only this area has no snow, even so the island is still barren.

"Don't you think it's rude?"

The ethereal voice echoed in the air, and the young man was sitting cross-legged with his back facing the visitor, his black hair combed into a ponytail and hanging behind his head.He was dressed similarly to the youth, with a straw futon under his body.He just sat there quietly, like the guardian of this world.

The body is like a rock, and the heart is like still water.

"not yet

Is it the arrogance of illusionists to intrude into the spiritual world of others without permission? "

"Kufufu——" A series of extremely weird laughter overflowed from the corners of the young man's lips. His name is Liudao Mukuro, the strongest illusionist in the world. "You didn't stop me, isn't it normal to interpret it as an invitation? Jun Jun."

Anonymous opened his eyes, the indifference in his eyes seemed to gather the endless wind and snow in this world. "I'm not interested in killing an illusion clone."

"Oh~, have you been discovered?" After finishing speaking, Liu Dao Mukuo's body disappeared without a trace like a thick fog blown away by the wind.In the next second, Anonymous found that a cluster of indigo flames ignited out of thin air on the lake directly in front of him.The flames burned more and more intensely, and then Liudaoku, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth, was reborn in the flames.

This was the first meeting between Anonymous and Liu Daokuo. The first impression he gave him was that he was good-looking, but he probably didn't have a good brain, and his fine hair looked like a pineapple.

A pair of heterochromatic double pupils that broke through the sky to the second level, the dark blue left eye is still normal, but the blood red right eye has the number 'six' emerging.

Friends, it's a bit anti-human.Are you really thinking about going to the ophthalmologist?Maybe there is a cure.

Anonymous looks calm on the surface, but in fact he is crazily complaining in his heart.

He vaguely noticed that the other party's eyes were a little strange, and the curvature of Liudao Mu's lips gradually became dangerous.The lotus flower drilled from the ground wrapped around Unknown's body, and the strength of the restraint became stronger as time went by.

The dense pain penetrated from the limbs and bones into the internal organs, and Anonymous withstood this attack without saying a word.Undoubtedly, the illusionists who appeared in his inner world were not at the same level as the ones he had encountered before, and what he felt was beyond the scope of illusion.

As a symbol of purity, the lotus flower has a beautiful and elegant appearance, and its petals are as white as jade.The delicate fragrance pouring into the nostrils is even more refreshing, and the fragrance is far away and clear.

- Miscalculation, miscalculation.

Unknown subconsciously held his breath, but it was a pity that he was one step too late. Smell was also a medium for performing illusions, and what awaited him was endless nightmares.

A few minutes later, Liu Dao Mukuo, who was watching all this with cold eyes, suddenly spoke.

"Is it enough, Jun Jun, it would be too boring to continue."