Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

The moment the buzzing sound came, the jade box in Luo Lin's arms trembled violently.

The lid of the box popped open a crack by itself.

The Youyue grass inside, which originally had a dim light, suddenly burst into a dazzling, unstable pale light. The grass leaves trembled violently, as if enduring great pain. The essence of the moonlight contained in it madly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Not good! Youyue Grass!"

Luo Lin was horrified and frantically tried to close the jade box, but to no avail.

The light of that spiritual herb dimmed quickly, and the crystal clear luster on the leaves faded, turning gray and withered, and finally turned into a handful of lifeless ashes in his hands!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Luo Lin looked at the ashes in his palm, screamed in shock, and his face turned pale.

Cui Yan was also stunned.

Nan Xiang was even more shocked and angry: "Luo Lin! What did you do?! Why is the grass gone?!"

Su Chen's brows furrowed deeply for the first time.

He keenly sensed that the strange buzzing sound was not directed at the Youyue Grass, but... it was like a warning that an ancient restriction had been triggered.

The withering of the Youyue Grass was more like being instantly drained of its essence by some powerful force in the valley.

He immediately pulled Nan Xiang close to him. The Buddha's light around him was restrained, but he was ready to strike. He looked vigilantly towards the center of the valley where the buzzing sound came from and the purple mist was the thickest.

"It's not me!" Luo Lin was shocked and angry, pointing at Gu Xin, "It's over there! There's something! That sound just now..."

Before he finished speaking, the buzzing sound suddenly intensified.

A huge, cold spiritual shock carrying endless sorrow and confusion, like an invisible tsunami, suddenly swept in from the center of the valley!

"Ugh—!"

Cui Yan was the first to be hit. He had the lowest cultivation level and the most impetuous mind, and was instantly overwhelmed by this mental shock.

He let out a painful roar, his eyes turned red in an instant, the muscles on his face twisted, and the fire spirit energy around him ran wildly out of control, as if he had seen the scene that frightened and angered him the most, and he punched Luo Lin, who was closest to him, without distinguishing between friend and foe!

"Cui Yan! Are you crazy?!"

Luo Lin was caught off guard and dodged in a panic. He hastily raised a water shield to block it, but the attack made his blood boil and his face looked even uglier.

He himself was also shocked. He felt countless noisy mutterings, broken cries, and desperate roars exploding in his mind. Hallucinations arose before his eyes and his spiritual heart was crumbling.

Nan Xiang was protected by Su Chen's Buddha's light, but she just felt a strong sense of dizziness and nausea, as if she was dragged into a vortex of sadness.

She tightly grasped Su Chen's arm, her face pale: "Little monk... so many... so sad..."

Su Chen's sea of consciousness was as solid as a rock, but the intensity of this mental shock was far beyond ordinary, and it even carried a strange power that seemed to be able to stir up the deepest hidden worries in a person's heart.

While he was using all his strength to mobilize the Buddha's power to protect Nan Xiang's mind, he was looking at her like lightning, trying to penetrate the thick fog and lock onto the source.

At the moment when he was distracted to resist this spiritual wave, the Buddha's light protecting his body seemed to have a very subtle ripple -

The buzzing sound suddenly changed!

As if catching this flaw, a sharper and more targeted thought, like a poisoned ice cone, ignored Su Chen's powerful spiritual defense and instantly pierced into the depths of his sea of consciousness!

The scene in front of Su Chen suddenly shattered!

It is no longer the purple mist flower sea of Rosemary Valley, but... the small courtyard of Qingwu Valley.

Fifty years ago, Su Chen seemed to have "seen" the future, and "seen" the despair and loneliness of the future.

This made Nan Xiang, who had been watching the memories from outside the time-space mirror, suddenly startled.

The scene of Rosemary Valley fifty years ago is still slowly unfolding in the time-space mirror.

Time seemed to have gone back to that desperate dusk fifty years later.

He saw "himself" sitting under the huge ginkgo tree, holding Nan Xiang, who was lifeless and cold in his arms.

The golden fallen leaves fluttered down on them like mourning paper money.

The "Nan Xiang" in his arms had a face as pale as paper, pale lips, eyes closed, and no life at all.

No matter how he called out, no matter how he tried to transfer the pure Buddha power or even his heart's blood into her body, it was like a stone falling on the sea. Her body gradually became colder and stiffer in his arms...

A despair and fear that was a hundred times stronger due to the foreknowledge of the unknown and enough to tear the soul apart instantly gripped Su Chen's heart!

It seemed as if time passed quickly and he experienced the nightmare of losing his loved one forever!

He clearly felt the coldness of the body in his arms, and the feeling of powerlessness that could not be reversed no matter what the cost...

The "painful" fact predicted by the Pure Heart for the future made Su Chen, who had always been cold and reserved, panic for no reason when looking at the girl in his arms, and he hugged her even tighter.

Fifty years of loneliness, heart-wrenching pain, the madness of changing one's fate...all the deeply suppressed emotions burst out like a flood!

"No... Anan... don't..."

Su Chen let out an extremely suppressed roar from his throat, like a wounded beast.

He held the "cold body in his arms" and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The ginkgo mark between the eyebrows was no longer a warm golden color, but suddenly turned as red as blood!

An extremely subtle yet clear dark purple magic pattern, like a living thing, slowly and uncontrollably spread from the corner of his eye for the first time!

The cold and holy Buddha's light fluctuated violently, and wisps of deep and dark demonic energy emanated uncontrollably from his body, intertwining with the Buddha's light, forming a strange and dangerous balance!

"Little monk!" The real Nan Xiang beside him felt the stiffness and trembling of Su Chen's body, saw the blood-red mark between his eyebrows and the devil patterns spreading from the corners of his eyes, and felt the heart-pounding cold breath emanating from him, and was scared out of her wits.

The first time I saw him, was he possessed by a demon?

She had never seen Su Chen lose his composure like this!

She shook his arm vigorously, her voice filled with tears.

"Su Chen! Wake up! I'm here! I'm fine! That's fake! Wake up!"

Nan Xiang's calling and shaking were like light penetrating the fog, faintly but firmly transmitting into Su Chen's chaotic sea of consciousness.

The cold "illusion" in his arms and the warm touch and anxious call from Nan Xiang on his arm formed the strongest conflict.

"Fake……"

Su Chen's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened!

In those abyss-like eyes, there was a churning of pain and madness that had not yet completely faded away, enough to burn everything. There were red bloodshot eyes, and the devil patterns at the corners of the eyes had not yet disappeared, making them look weird and terrifying.

He stared at Nan Xiang, who was standing close to him with anxious tears on her face, as if he wanted to confirm her authenticity.

"A... Nan?"

His voice was hoarse and broken, carrying the uncertainty and great fear of surviving a disaster.

"It's me! It's me! Little monk, look at me! I'm fine!"

Nan Xiang nodded vigorously, tears falling, and she held his hand tightly and pressed it against her warm face.

"Look, it's hot! I'm fine! That was just an illusion!"

The warm and soft touch from the palm of my hand was like the most effective sedative, instantly shattering the cold and desperate illusion in my sea of consciousness.

The madness and blood color in Su Chen's eyes quickly receded like the tide, and the mark between his eyebrows also returned to the calm gold color, but the red seemed to be a little deeper.

He held Nan Xiang's hand tightly with his backhand, with such force that he almost crushed her bones, as if he was grasping a rare treasure that had been lost and found again.

"Um……"