Chu Luzhi doesn't want to let go

There was a sound from behind, Chu Zihang swung his knife and slashed backwards without hesitation, at the same time he threw his body forward and half squatted on guard.

"Brother..."

Murray fell to the ground and let out a wail.Staring blankly at Lu Mingfei who was lying on the ground, Chu Zihang felt his blood run cold, and looked at his hands.

"Just now... It was Mingfei I hit..." He stumbled over and hugged Lu Mingfei in his arms.

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang who was close at hand, reached out and touched his side face, showing a satisfied smile.

"Brother, I have found the real you." Chu Zihang's heart ached even more with his light words. The illusions here are all attacking people's subconscious mind. Lu Mingfei must have experienced those illusions that tortured people's will Alright.

"It's okay, I'll be with you from now on." He hugged the person in his arms tightly, as if vowing not to let go.

"No, I've been through... a lot... Now, I can walk ahead of you. That's good, I won't be alone in this world"

With the disappearance of Lu Mingfei's aura, the world seemed to lose its color.Chu Zihang just hugged Lu Mingfei's icy body tightly and remained motionless. The sun rose and set, so Chu Zihang didn't pay attention.

Why is my body still cold? It must be because of the rain.That's right, he got caught in the rain, so don't let him catch a cold, go home quickly, or he will have a fever again.

The joints are not very flexible due to the long-term immobility of the body. Even Chu Zihang, whose body strength is much higher than that of ordinary people, struggled to hold Lu Mingfei in his arms.

With a stagger, Lu Mingfei was thrown out of Chu Zihang's arms.Looking at the unresponsive people not far away, Chu Zihang seemed to finally realize the truth, tears dripped down his chin, one drop, two drops, three drops...wetting Chu Zihang's shirt.

"Hehehe, I didn't expect the president of the Lionheart Society to be in such a mess. It's really surprising." The thick fog cleared, and a woman in Tsing Yi appeared, with long hair reaching her waist and a delicate peach blossom painted on her forehead.Exquisite face.The weak voice made people want to protect for no reason.But the pair of dragon claws that were obviously different from normal humans exposed the identity of the woman in Tsing Yi.She is a dragon.

"Hello, Mr. Chu Zihang, I am the king of fantasy and emotion."

"Is it the illusion you created?"

''"That's right, Mr. Chu Zihang, I'm here to help you. After many bursts of blood in your body, the purity of your blood is already very close to that of our Dragon Clan. We have seen your strength, so I want to respect you as Wang. What do you think?"

"It's not good." Yan Lingjun burst into flames and burst into blood.Chu Zihang's speed increased sharply, and before the King of Illusion and Love could react, he pinched Murasame on the Dragon King's chest, "It seems that your strength is not as good as other Dragon Kings, the King of Illusion and Love, your ability is only to create illusions, This is useless, you just end up being swallowed every time you appear." Pushing Murasame a little further with his hand, "So I want to use my power to eradicate other dragon kings, right?" Using his hands to press down on Murasame, the Dragon King tyrannized Even the strength of his body could not stop Cun Yu's strength. The Dragon King in Tsing Yi could only watch his body being gradually divided into two halves. Chu Zihang wiped off the dragon's blood stained on Cun Yu, and his cold eyes made people dare not look at him "But You shouldn't have moved him."

With the hand raised and the knife dropped, the Dragon King's head was cut off.

Looking at Lu Mingfei in the distance, Chu Zihang's eyes were full of tenderness and doting, "Mingfei, I'm here to accompany you."

Suddenly, Chu Zihang stopped walking, and he felt someone hugging his waist.From the folds of his shirt, it can be seen that the person hugging him does not want him to move forward.Chu Zihang looked at Lu Mingfei who had no temperature beside his feet, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Could it be that. . . . . .

He raised Murasame and swung the knife.

The illusion is broken!