Yuanshen everyone has become my figure

The sound of water droplets falling.

Chu Luye opened his eyes, in front of him was a lake as clear as a mirror, dotted with moonlight.

And he was standing in the center of the lake.

It was his dream.

In an instant, Chu Luye remembered all the things in the dream before and why he was here.

It can only be said that it is Mr. Zhongli.

Just as he expected, Chu Luye fell asleep after dinner and had the same dream as last time.

Moreover, Mr. Zhongli cooked the dinner this time.

While he hasn't changed back to the form of the figure.

Chu Luye pursed his lips and smiled.

When Mr. Zhongli asked him "what do you want to do at that time" before the attack of the curse spirit, Chu Luye originally thought that he would be punished.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Zhongli just sighed in the end, told him not to do this again next time, and then rolled up his sleeves and went to cook.

I have to say that the taste of Mr. Zhongli's special slow-cooked marinated Duxian is really good.

"Thank you for the compliment, Traveler."

Chu Luye was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he had unknowingly spoken his mind.

No, why is Mr. Zhongli here!

Chu Luye turned his head sharply, and found Zhong Li, an adult figure who had changed back into a figure outside, was standing behind him.

Zhong Li looked down at Chu Luye, and answered his inner question: "I don't know why I am in your dream, traveler."

"However, I think the most urgent thing is to go to the bamboo forest ahead."

Chuluye looked up.

When he saw the tall and dense bamboo forest in front of him, he immediately understood why Zhongli said that.

Unlike the last time he entered the dreamland, he only felt the environment when he was in it.

This time the bamboo forest, just standing outside and looking at it, can feel the distorted aura surrounding the bamboo forest, as well as the breathless resentment and darkness in it.

Not like a curse spirit, but more like...

"The resentment of the demon god." Zhongli's eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't know whether it was pity or memories, "That child... after all these years, he has worked hard for him."

Chu Luye turned his gaze back from Zhongli's body, staring at the bamboo forest, his eyes revealed the sharpness of a blade.

Zhong Li reached out and pressed Chu Luye's shoulder, and put a jade shield on him.

"It would disturb the remnants of the demon god, so I won't go in with you, traveler."

"Remember, this is your dream, and no matter what happens, it must be under your control."

Chu Luye looked at Zhongli's red golden eyes and nodded heavily.

Then turned around and entered the bamboo forest.

"I hope everything goes well." Zhong Li looked at the firm back of the black curly-haired boy, and said to himself with downcast eyes.

On this side, Chu Luye walked into the bamboo forest.

It was still as dark as last time, and I couldn't see my fingers.

The difference is that Chu Luye began to pay attention to the feathers around his feet after the previous experience.

There was still no moonlight in the bamboo forest, and the scattered feathers on the road were just dark shadows in Chu Luye's eyes.

Chu Luye could only vaguely notice that the number of these scattered feathers seemed to have increased.

The curly-haired boy frowned, and began to worry about Qi's condition.

The original shape of Mandrill is the Golden Winged Roc. This is the speculation of the players. There is no other evidence to prove it in Tivat except the Fate Seat.

But since he'd seen Mandrill's wings in his dream last time—albeit just a bit of a feather tip—maybe the guess was right.

So here comes the question, as a golden-winged roc, why has Mandrill never mentioned this matter, never used his wings to fly.

Today, so many feathers are lost in the dream of being entangled by the demon god's resentment.

Could it be that the demon god's resentment prevented him from revealing his true form, and now, the situation has deteriorated?

Thinking of this, Chu Luye couldn't help but tighten his lips, and quickened his pace.

He reached the clearing where Mandrill was at a faster speed than last time.

But this time, it was empty.

Apart from the feathers everywhere, there was no sign of the mandrill.

"elf……?"

Chu Luye turned around in the open space and called out in a daze.

no respond.

It's so dark in here that I can't see anything clearly.

Chu Luye thought, if there is a beam of light, just like last time...

Just as his thoughts summoned light, a beam of moonlight obeyed his guidance and fell softly from the sky.

Chu Luye squinted his eyes uncomfortably under the sudden light.

What's going on, why did he just think of light—is it just like what Mr. Zhongli said, everything in his dream is controlled by him?

So the moonlight that fell suddenly last time was also caused by him...

Chuluye remembered what he had thought the last time he wanted to see that feather clearly.

The curly-haired boy blinked.

The eyes that had just been stimulated by the light slid a drop of tear from the eye socket because of this action.

He wiped away his tears indifferently, looked around at the blood-stained feathers illuminated by the moonlight and the empty ground, and said silently in his heart:

I want more, more light, enough to cover every bamboo leaf in this place.

Chuluye waited quietly for a while, but nothing happened.

So I regretted giving up this simple, rough and quick idea, and started to observe the environment in the open space with the help of this light that is not strong.

Feathers, feathers, bloody feathers, and puddles of blood.

Where will Mandrill be?

Chu Luye frowned in thought.

Tick.

There was the sound of water droplets falling again.

wrong.

Where does this water come from?

Chuluye suddenly raised his head.

A drop of bright red blood hit under his eyelids, like tears of blood full of resentment, and slid down his cheeks.

His eyes widened, pupils constricted.

...Wounded by resentment, that figure bound in the sky...is it Mandrill?

In my memory, I will always be cold and speechless, like a fairy like a silver moon hanging high in the sky.

At this moment, his head was drooping, his eyes were closed, and his brows were furrowed as if he was enduring great pain.

And that cyan hair seemed to be dyed by blood, showing an ominous dark red faintly.

A pair of lapis lazuli wings hang down from Mandrill's back.

In all fairness, those are a pair of very beautiful wings, if unfolded, there must be smooth lines that can shock people.

However, the pair of wings are now falling weakly on the back of the immortal, showing a broken posture that seems to have been broken off by someone.

The blood dripping on Chu Luye's face came from the damaged part of the wings.

At the same time, the demon god's resentment bound to those wings was still eroding upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only the wings, but also Mandrill's limbs and neck, were all entangled in misty dark and evil resentment.

Every time the resentment climbed up, the pained look on Mandrill's face increased, and the ominous dark red in his hair became deeper.

We must quickly cut off the resentment wrapped around Mandrill!

Chuluye raised his hand, aiming at the joint of resentment, like Chengshou Mucang.

"break!"

Words condensed into bullets, flying towards resentment.

However, the misty resentment was completely unaffected by the bullets, and after being shot through, it slowly condensed and regained its original posture.

No spells.

Then he had to rise up to the height of the mandrill to observe it with his own eyes.

Bamboo is smooth, and climbing alone is definitely not enough.

If it's a tool...

Chu Luye desperately recited silently in his heart: ladder, ladder, ladder, ladder!

no respond.

Explain that creating things out of thin air is not feasible.

Chu Luye's brain was spinning at high speed, and his eyes were searching around.

What is available here?

Bamboo, bamboo leaves, earth, blood, feathers...

correct!feather!

A flash of light flashed across Chu Luye's brain.

He widened his eyes, and immediately began to meditate in his heart: I want wings, wings!

As the thoughts in Chu Luye's mind became clearer and stronger, the feathers scattered on the ground flew towards him one after another, as if they were blown by an invisible wind.

Different from the original idea in Chulu's ambition, the idea of ​​gathering feathers on the back to form a pair of wings.

The feathers didn't fly towards his back, but flew towards his arms with aspirations, trying to use his arms as a basis to gather into a pair of wings.

Also, after all, you can't create things out of thin air.

If a pair of wings grow out of nothing on the back, wouldn't it be equivalent to creating the bones and flesh of the wings out of thin air?

There is no winged skeleton on his back.

That's when this idea came to Chulu's ambition.

Green-gold blood-stained feathers gathered on his arms.

At that moment, his brain seemed to be pierced by lightning.

Because of the overload of pain in an instant, Chuluye couldn't even feel the existence of his mind and body.

He also didn't realize that at that moment, a lot of tears flowed out of his eyes because of the huge stimulation.

Tears flowed down his cheeks like a stream, washing away the residue left by the drop of blood.

It seems that only a moment has passed, and it seems that many years have passed.

Only then did Chu Luye feel those things that kept roaring, crying, and screaming to kill in his mind.

Compared with the resentment of these demon gods, the evil thoughts of those murderers he experienced before seemed to be childish.

Because these things were churning and churning in his mind, Chu Luye couldn't even feel the pain of the bones and flesh on his arms being broken and reassembled.

Only the subconscious trembling of his body can reflect what is happening to him.

Is this how Xiao usually feels?

Unexpectedly, Chuluye can still think calmly now.

He intuited that it wasn't the power of his dreams that made him what he was now.

Those forces would not be so twisted, so dark.

Then the only explanation is that what distorted his thinking and realized his thinking in an unreasonable way is the resentment left by these demon gods.

It is the grudge of the dead demon god.

Chu Luye's eyes fell on the shimmering Yuzhang shield surrounding him.

I'm afraid that when he entered this bamboo forest, these resentments had been waiting for an opportunity to pollute him.

But it was because of Mr. Zhongli's shield that he couldn't succeed.

And his desire for wings gave them a chance.

Because of this, these resentments were able to attach to the polluted feathers and take the opportunity to enter his mind.

So much so that the wings that finally formed on his arms seemed to be covered with a cloudy gray film.

It's not like the dazzling blue-gold color of the feather's original owner.

But it doesn't matter.

Chu Luye thought calmly, anyway, these are just borrowed wings.

In the dream, as long as these wings can be used.

Regardless of the uncontrollable trembling of his arms—now his wings—he flapped his wings vigorously.

The dark eyes washed by tears were astonishingly bright, with the ferocious viciousness and firmness of a leopard.

——Here, I "Fly!!"

Kubado-cho, near the Hatsachikano house.

On the street that was destroyed by the curse spirit and the sky star.

The man dressed like a badminton player with white hair and black background landed lightly on the ground.

"Hey~ Someone got on the board first."

The white-haired badminton held his chin and observed: "This mantra is filthy, does it seem familiar?"