This sentiment [Xiu Xian]

Wen Zhe froze there, really didn't know what to say.

Rong Xuehuai waited for a while, but did not get Wen Zhe's reply, so she raised her hand in the air, took the book on the ground into her hand, and looked down at the page that was thrown away.

In just one glance, his face changed.

Rong Xuehuai's physical body was completely destroyed long ago in the abyss of extreme hell. The body she maintains now is transformed by the cold flames of the ice fire red lotus. It can be said that it is invulnerable to fire and water, but it is not without weaknesses after all.

He didn't expect his past experience to be hidden from those who are interested, so he simply planned ahead, and first made great efforts to order his subordinates to secretly investigate the method of destroying Hanyan, and it took decades of effort to get two prescriptions.Almost all the materials needed in Fang Zi have been lost, and there is probably no one who can use them to deal with him.

In this way, not to mention being invincible, at least one's own safety can be guaranteed.

However, this page of this book is clearly a new method that he has never seen before.

Rong Xuehuai knew all the books in Zangshu Pavilion.Wen Zhe has no cultivation base, and he cannot go to the second floor, nor can he read books related to cultivation.In the middle of the night, Wen Zhe's behavior was already sneaky enough, but what he read was a strange book that he had never seen before, enough to kill him...

The lessons learned from the past are still vivid in his memory, Rong Xuehuai's heart sank slightly, he raised his eyes with a cold face, and looked at Wen Zhe's pale and terrified expression and trembling lips.

He repeated again: "Wen Zhe, what are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

When he asked for the first time, there was only a touch of coercion, but this time he opened his mouth, but it was close to questioning.The old events from the past overlapped with the scene in front of him, anger and murderous intent surged into his heart uncontrollably, and the strong murderous aura went straight to Wen Zhe without restraint. The terrified young man took a step back, his knees softened, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Under the dim light, Hua Jun, who had always been gentle and gentle, looked almost gloomy. He took a step forward and approached Wen Zhe, and said indifferently: "The current state is too much like a guilty conscience."

The page that fell on the ground was already very far behind, and it was completely content that Wen Zhe couldn't see in his dreams.He didn't know what Huajun saw to be so angry, but the familiar feeling of hanging by a thread wrapped him up again, making him subconsciously chatter his teeth and beg for mercy: "Huajun, I... I know I was wrong... "

Rong Xuehuai smiled angrily: "Okay, very good."

He closed the book in his hand, and before he stepped forward to restrain Wen Zhe, he was forcibly drawn into several hallucinations by glancing at the sauce-colored cover from the corner of his eye.

The first part of the illusion is a matter of the previous life... The best friend betrayed first, and he was tortured after that, and even a completely innocent girl was eaten alive in front of his eyes.The girl screamed like her throat was being torn apart, and a pair of blood-red eyes emerged from the messy hair...

He revisited how he died, and before he could catch his breath from the pain to numbness, he was thrown into a new scene again.

certainly.Rong Xuehuai found that he was not surprised, such heart-piercing pain, where else could he be except the abyss of hell?

A long sword was nailed deep into his heart, and when he raised his head, he saw the face he had not seen for many years.This person once worked together with the young him in this world, leading him out of a long period of darkness.

However, at this moment, he is personally pushing himself into the abyss of extreme hell.

Brother...

He doesn't need to listen to the next words.Although he never recalled it again, these words seemed to have been engraved in the deepest part of his mind unintentionally, and he never forgot them.

"Don't call me senior brother, Xue Huai, you know, dead people don't have senior brothers."

"Why do you ask me to do this? Oh, I'm so dull at this moment, what do you want me to say? I want to ask you, the master asked you to go over the day before yesterday, did you tell me about the Lord Yingri? "

"You still call me brother? I don't have a brother like you. Now that you have grown up, you may not remember how kind I was to you when you were young. You were worse than a fool and more embarrassing than a corpse. I saved you I found you a good master again, are you ungrateful and acting like a white-eyed wolf?"

"I picked you up. Without me, you are nothing. Rong Xuehuai, how dare you take away my master first and then my position? Rong Xuehuai, how dare you take away my master and then my position? Fuck you with a foreign bastard?"

Rong Xuehuai heard her own voice again, trembling, weak, and ashamed: "Senior brother... After all, we are in the same school, you leave me with three souls and seven souls, and I will be reincarnated far away."

His senior brother laughed wildly, leaning back and forth while laughing, even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.Rong Xuehuai's heart endured the pain caused by every vibration, but amidst the other party's loud laughter, the sound of the sword cutting the heart was very clear.

"How can this be done, brother?" The brother smiled softly and politely: "You see, brother is very timid. You have quite a few souls. If you don't go to the animal way, brother will not let go of your heart after all."

Rong Xuehuai actually didn't want to move.But his body is completely out of his control.He felt himself slowly lingering, struggling to get himself off the edge of the sword.The senior brother almost watched this scene with eyes of admiration, he didn't take the initiative to draw his sword, and he no longer created obstacles for him.

He came to the edge of the abyss of hell.

I will fall, the first floor is torture, the second floor is burning, the third floor is grooming, the fourth floor is car cracking... Rong Xuehuai twitched the corners of her mouth ironically in her heart.

Of course he couldn't help himself, of course he remembered everything.Because he is now trapped in his own memory.

What this vision reproduced was his most painful memory.

That book... During such painful leisure time, Rong Xuehuai could still recall a record in the head's annals.He thinks he has roughly figured it out.

The familiar pain covered him again.He fell in pain, until his body was exhausted by the endless punishment, he felt the shock of his soul.

His body regained control of itself.

However this doesn't seem to work.Because his whole body was tied in a huge net, each of the giants of the Mozong held one end of the net.The performance and effectiveness of this net are the same as the method of destroying cold inflammation that he has just seen in this book.

Right in front of Rong Xuehuai's line of sight was a familiar thin figure.The man turned around slowly, his eyebrows and eyes were full of sarcasm and sarcasm, it was the gentleness that had taken off all his weak pretense!

"It's so stupid, it's so easy to believe in an illusion I've performed." "Wen Zhe" smiled, and walked towards him slowly: "What's even more stupid is that you actually believe that you won't be betrayed? How is that possible, Rong Xuehuai, you were born to be deceived."

"Wen Zhe" slowly approached his ear, with a sticky voice that seemed to slip out of the mouthpiece of a poisonous snake: "Don't blame me for betraying you, do you think you are treating me well? You are just comforting yourself, through me Soothe the weak and crying little wretch in your heart. Isn't it sad that an innocent girl was killed in front of your eyes? Does it hurt to be thrown into the abyss of extreme hell by your senior brother? Rong Xuehuai, You have always lived so long, but this time, I promise, you won't wake up again after this pain."

"Here's a little surprise for you."

"Wen Zhe" snapped his fingers, and an indistinct figure emerged from the rock, dragging a handful of messy black hair, and dragged out a bloody figure.

"Mr. Begonia, do you know him? Do you believe that he will not betray you?"

"..."

"Of course he didn't betray you. Your eyes are not so blind after all. But what's the use of that, everyone you care about will betray you, and anyone you trust will be killed by you. Rong Xuehuai, what are you doing alive? What can you do with your life?"

After saying this, "Wen Zhe" withdrew his head in satisfaction, and waved his hand at Moxiu who was spinning the net: "Let's do it, and send this Hanhuajun who has been betrayed all his life well."

That huge net restrained all the flames that maintained Rong Xuehuai's body, not only devouring the cold flames inch by inch, but also pointing directly at Rong Xuehuai's soul.When the big net is rolled out, it hurts more than a cracked car, more painful than Ling Chi - that is his soul is being torn apart alive.

……

Everything in front of him finally became blurred, and at the next moment, Rong Xuehuai finally stood firmly on the ground with both feet.At this moment, he was in the library on Yuzhi Mountain, holding a book with a brown cover in his hand, and there was a frightened and pitiful Wen Zhe in front of him.

A few days and nights passed by at least in the illusion, but in reality he was only absent-minded for two or three snaps.Rong Xuehuai had just been forced to press her head down to revisit the past history of survival and death, and looked forward to the terrifying future of being betrayed again in front of Wen Zhe's face. return.

Wen Zhe was already on the verge of collapsing under the fierce murderous intent.Rong Xuehuai stared at him closely, facing the exact same facial features, it was hard for him not to think about another look that he had just seen in the illusion.

But after all, he has experienced too much pain, and he is still rational at this moment.

Thinking of the judgments and guesses she roughly made in the illusion just now, Rong Xuehuai took a deep breath, forced her reason and thoughts, and said in a deep voice: "Go to my study and think about what to say for a while."

Inspired by Rong Xuehuai's murderous intent, Wen Zhe froze from fright.At this time, after listening to his orders, his limbs became numb and unable to move.It wasn't until Rong Xuehuai yelled angrily again in a low voice: "Get out!", and escaped from Zangshu Pavilion almost scrambling.

He had just ran a dozen steps when he heard a loud noise behind him. Wen Zhe turned his head and saw that it was a jade table table that was slammed into countless dust-like fines by Mr. Hua, and fell to the ground with a rustle. , accumulate a small pile.