Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

His brows furrowed, and the sky became completely dark. Only an extremely round blood-red full moon hung in the sky, which looked extremely strange.

These Qinian took the initiative to hold Wen Ling's wrist tightly.

"We are afraid we have entered an illusion."

"The other party's strength is far superior to ours."

Wen Ling frowned and spoke. She ruled out what she had just thought. It shouldn't be Fu Yuan. According to his personality, he liked to do things directly and straightforwardly and hated roundabout ways the most.

If Xiaoqi is not around, 001 can only give orders and cannot be relied upon. If Xiaoqi is around, it can be used to investigate who is causing the trouble.

The shops on both sides gradually disappeared, and the two watched the blood moon in the sky grow from one to ten.

It's quite a spectacle.

At the same time, a rustling sound came towards the two of them, and a pair of scarlet eyes were filled with bloodthirsty light.

Looking at the densely packed red beads around her, Wen Ling felt like she was about to develop claustrophobia.

It made him feel sick and wanted to vomit. It was too dark and he couldn't see anything except the red beads. He also had no idea what was surrounding them at that moment.

Qinian pulled Wen Ling tight, and swung the Taichu in his hand with a snow-white light towards the densely packed red beads. With the help of Taichu's light, Wen Ling vaguely saw a circle of black-haired monsters with only red eyes.

The sharp sword energy swept past, and the red beads in the nearest week dimmed instantly, and the red beads in another week swept up again.

"I can't take it anymore. These red beads are too dense. They're so dense that I want to vomit."

Wen Ling closed her eyes, she felt like she didn't want to open them.

Qi Nian pursed his lips lightly, his eyes as dim as cold stars.

"hold me."

A clear voice sounded, and Wen Ling embedded herself in his arms without hesitation.

The little Taoist priest's breath smelled quite pleasant, like the first snow in winter, cold but not biting.

The fragrant scent of peach blossoms made Qinian pause for a moment. Then, his thoughts returned, he put one hand tightly around Wen Ling's waist and soared into the air, while the Taichu sword in his other hand was fiercely wielded, leaving an afterimage.

Wen Ling only felt that the snow-white light was getting brighter. The little Taoist priest must have inserted Taichu into the center of the encirclement, and circles of white waves passed by.

There was no sound, but the surrounding red beads completely disappeared.

Wen Ling released her embrace around the little Taoist priest's waist, curved her eyebrows, smiled, and clapped her hands.

"awesome."

The blood moon disappeared, and the sky suddenly brightened. The market, which had been unusually quiet, suddenly became lively again.

The shouts of the old lady selling buns, the voices of passersby chatting, and the sound of the storyteller clapping his hands on the table.

The two looked at each other, and Wen Ling once again tightly held the little Taoist's arm.

"Sister, please have some candied haws."

The little girl in front of him had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looked as pretty as a lucky doll. Wen Ling was alert in her heart, but she didn't show any expression on her face. She just looked down at her with a smile on her face.

"Sister doesn't like it, you eat it."

The rejected little girl lowered her bright eyes.

"Sister, don't you like to eat?"

"How could you refuse me, sister?"

With a low and emotionless sound, the little girl raised her head again, and her black and white eyes instantly turned scarlet, just like the blood-red beads in the night just now.

The smile on the little girl's lips looked weird no matter how you looked at it, and the fingers reaching out to Wen Ling suddenly became sharp.

Qi Nian waved Taichu in his hand, and the little girl was blown away. The moment she fell to the ground, the scarlet beads turned into bright black and white eyes again.

The little girl fell to the ground and vomited blood.

The woman nearby quickly stepped forward and held her daughter in her arms, looking at Qinian with eyes full of resentment.

"Why did you kill my daughter?"

More and more people gathered around.

"How can you kill someone in the street? Come with me to the government office."

"He looks like a handsome man, but how could he be so cruel as to attack a child?"

"If you kill a child, you are still not a human being."

"A beast in human form."

……

The two were surrounded by condemnation and abuse one after another. Those condemning eyes were like invisible sharp blades. Qinian tightened the Taichu in his hand.

Wen Ling's jade branch went ahead of Taichu and overturned the people who were surrounding them.

More people gathered around.

With the mechanical voice of condemnation and the condemning eyes, the Taichu in Qinian's hand cooperated with the warm jade branch, cutting one crop after another like cutting leeks.

The people of the entire city rushed towards the two of them.

Wen Ling felt like her ears were about to explode from their noise. Even though she knew it was all fake, the condemnation and hatred and resentment in the eyes, one after another, staring at her densely, even though they were fake, could easily break down her psychological defenses.

Qi Nian's eyes remained indifferent. He opened the Taichu in his hand again, and screams continued to be heard. He put his arm around Wen Ling's waist and left the encirclement.

The two of them worked together to massacre all the "people" in the city.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the nose, making people want to vomit. Wen Ling was protected by Qinian, so there was no blood on her body, but Qinian's white clothes were stained with blood, even the flying ribbon behind his head was red, and the blood on the Taichu Sword kept oozing down.

The "people" all over the city died with their eyes open. Every time you look at the face of a corpse, you feel the resentment in those eyes tightly entangling you.

It’s so real, whether it’s the smell or the floating wind, the sun in the sky is so real.

The corpse on the ground is too real.

It was so real that Wen Ling couldn't help but feel her heart skip a beat. She was in a trance and wondered if they had left the illusion and all this was real.

She looked at Qi Nian, his eyes were always indifferent, and Wen Ling couldn't help but feel herself being chilled when she met his gaze.

"Don't be afraid, they are all fake."

Qinian's eyes softened for a moment, and Wen Ling also calmed down. She then walked towards Qinian, reached out and wiped the blood off his face, and his face became flawless white jade again.

The sky suddenly became foggy and it started to rain.

The two stood under the eaves, and Wen Ling couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw the corpses all over the ground.

"This scene really makes it seem like we are some kind of unforgivable demons."

The owner of this illusion probably wanted to break their hearts and make them question themselves, questioning why they killed the people in the entire city.

People who are too stubborn will commit suicide if they cannot withstand the collapse of their psychological defenses.

The current calmness is like a sword that will break through the psychological defense line.

The longer time passes, the more shaken and tormented one will become inside. One will constantly question oneself, and eventually be completely defeated and driven crazy.

Wen Ling listened to the sound of rain and reached out to catch a drop.

The icy, cool, damp smell couldn't be more real.