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

But the person in front of her... those silver hair, the scarlet at the corners of the eyes, the complex aura lingering around her body, as if it was the sediment of endless years and thick shadows, especially the pair of eyes staring at her - those eyes were as deep as a bottomless cold pond, surging with longing and pain that she couldn't understand, which was so strong that it was almost desperate, and that had been lost and regained...?

This look made her heart shrink.

"Su Chen?"

Nan Xiang called out softly, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

Illusions...will they also change a person's temperament?

"Su Chen", who was wearing a wedding gown, did not respond immediately.

He just looked at her deeply, his eyes greedily tracing her eyebrows and eyes, as if he wanted to carve her appearance into the deepest part of his soul.

He stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly as he gently brushed the tassels of her phoenix coronet, finally stopping at her warm cheek. The action was an intimacy that Nan Xiang had never experienced before, with a hint of unquestionable possessiveness.

"Anan..."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a texture that had been repeatedly polished by time. It was completely different from the clear voice of the Buddhist disciple, but it strangely touched Nan Xiang's heartstrings.

"gorgeous."

He recited these two simple words over and over again, filled with endless sighs.

He leaned over, approaching with a cool and inexplicably dangerous aura.

Nan Xiang's heart beat faster. The unfamiliar charm and the deep pain in his eyes made her instinctively want to explore, but she was confused by the charming atmosphere in this illusion and the warmth of his fingertips, and she forgot the words for a moment.

At the moment when his lips were about to touch her forehead, the surrounding illusionary space seemed to distort extremely slightly, the flame of the red candle jumped strangely, and a few petals of rosemary and phalaenopsis orchid fell without wind, shattered and dissipated silently in mid-air.

"Su Chen"'s movements suddenly stopped.

He closed his eyes, and his long, silver-black eyelashes trembled violently, as if he was trying hard to suppress something.

When he opened his eyes again, the scarlet and pain surging in his eyes were forcibly suppressed, leaving only an indissoluble tenderness that almost drowned him.

He took her hand, his palm burning hot, and wrapped it tightly around her tender flesh with such force that it hurt her slightly.

"Don't be afraid,"

He looked at her, and every word he spoke carried a heavy promise that had spanned a long time.

"Anan, this time... I won't let you wait too long."

As soon as the words fell, Nan Xiang looked at the man's sinister, gentle but restrained eyebrows and slowly closed her eyes, with a hint of expectation in her heart.

The illusion of the Dark Moon Abyss was like colorful bubbles, gently enveloping the two of them.

Nan Xiang closed her eyes and her breathing became a little disordered. She felt the cool touch on her forehead, which was restrained to the point of almost trembling, and it brought with it a sense of heaviness and cherishment that had transcended a long time.

Her heart was beating like a drum and her cheeks were burning. She was looking forward to a deeper embrace, but all she got was a hoarse "Wait for me".

She was instantly gripped by a sense of loss and inexplicable panic. She opened her eyes and saw Su Chen's eyes, which were so deep that they seemed to swallow the starlight. In them, there surged a pain and determination that she could not understand and was so strong that it could not be dissolved.

He squeezed her hand tightly, so tightly that her finger bones hurt slightly.

Nan Xiang was shocked to find that a ring had been quietly put on the ring finger of her left hand without her noticing. The dark blue ring body was flowing with a mysterious luster, and on the ring setting was a delicate datura flower. The elegance revealed an inviolable majesty and... a demonic aura.

"This is……"

Before Nan Xiang could utter her question, something strange happened!

From the depths of the Dark Moon Abyss, a colorful ray of light emitting the power of pure darkness suddenly shot out. Its speed was so fast that it was beyond the limit of visual capture. With a "swoosh", it penetrated into the center of Su Chen's eyebrows without any hindrance.

"Su Chen!" Nan Xiang exclaimed, subconsciously trying to catch him.

At the moment when the light sank, the "Su Chen" in front of him seemed to have his soul sucked away by an invisible force.

The thick, strange black hair interwoven with silver threads instantly dissipated bit by bit, like quicksand blown away by the wind.

The eye-catching red wedding gown he wore, like a faded painting, quickly faded into a spotless snow-white cassock in the distortion of light and shadow. The cinnabar mole on his forehead was still as bright as blood, setting off his pale and handsome face.

However, at this moment, his aura had undergone a subtle change - the cold and holy Buddha nature was still there, but it was faintly entangled with an indescribable seductive charm originating from the core of the Dark Moon Abyss, as if the snow lotus under the moonlight was stained by the dim light of the night dew, somewhere between a Buddha's son and a demon lord, dangerous and bewitching.

The real Su Chen is back, but seems... a little different.

As the core of the Dark Moon Abyss disappeared, the entire illusion began to wail as it was overwhelmed.

The sky shattered, the earth collapsed, and the physical space of the Rosemary Valley also shook violently. Countless rosemary and phalaenopsis orchids were turned into dust in the violent energy flow.

"go!"

Nan Xiang acted promptly and did not bother to study Su Chen's changes and the strange ring. He lifted up the unconscious Su Chen, and his spiritual power burst out, transforming into a stream of emerald green light. He tore open the collapsed space with difficulty and rushed towards the valley entrance.

Finally, just before the Rosemary Valley was completely swallowed up by the energy storm, the two stumbled out of the valley and landed in a relatively safe area.

Nan Xiang had just carefully laid Su Chen on the ground and had no time to catch her breath when a huge and terrifying pressure suddenly came from all directions like a cold tide, locking her tightly!

Nan Xiang's heart sank suddenly, her spiritual awareness spread out like a net, and her face instantly became extremely ugly.

The outside of the valley had already been surrounded by water!

The monks of the immortal sect had fluttering robes, and the monks of the Buddhist sect had solemn appearances, but there was no mercy on their faces, only cold scrutiny and undisguised hostility.

The sharp sword energy, the heavy Buddha light, and the spiritual pressure of various magic weapons intertwined into an invisible giant net, trapping the two people who had just escaped danger in the center.

The leader of the Luoshui Sect, Shui Yao Zhenren, stood with his hair and beard standing up, his eyes flashing like lightning, and pointed the whisk in his hand at Nan Xiang. His voice was like the cracking of ice, echoing through the valley:

"Nan Xiang, the evil woman! You have seduced the Buddhist disciples and disturbed their quiet cultivation, which is already a heinous crime! Now you dare to collude with the evil demons, harm my fellow immortals, and steal the core essence of Rosemary Valley! Today, you will pay with blood!"

As soon as he came up, he put several big hats on Nan Xiang, and every word he said was heart-wrenching, putting Nan Xiang in an irretrievable situation.

Standing next to him was a round-faced monk with a kind face and a smile of compassion on his lips. He was none other than the Qianye Ancient Buddha of the Wanfo Sect.

He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha——"

This Buddhist chant should be pure and peaceful, but now it sounds suffocatingly heavy.

"Good, female donor. A single thought can lead to such a huge mistake. The holy body of the Buddha has been ruined because of you... Alas!"

He shook his head and sighed, his tone heavy, as if he was heartbroken, but his eyes were as sharp as a knife, accurately falling on the unconscious Su Chen, and then sweeping across the dark blue mandala ring on Nan Xiang's ring finger. A barely perceptible trace of greed and calculation flashed in the depths of his eyes.

"Ten Thousand Buddha Sect, today we must ask for an explanation from you, the benefactor, for our fellow practitioners who died in vain, and for the people of this world."

He always talked about "the people of the world", instantly occupying the supreme moral high ground. Under the mask of hypocrisy, he had deeper calculations than Master Shui Yao.