After passing through the book, the devil wants to kill me

In the huge room, only Lou Yun was left.

The formation emits a faint light, which binds the whole person, so that the whole body cannot move.

In the darkness, the weak spiritual power collided with the formation several times, but there was still no way to break free.Lou Yun's complexion turned pale, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and his breathing gradually became short of breath.

After a long stalemate, the solid formation finally revealed a flaw.Lou Yun gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, suddenly there was a violent wave of spiritual power in his ears, and all the objects in the room were reduced to dust under the impact.

The formation is broken.

Lou Yun finally broke free from it, his back was covered with cold sweat, and his feet went limp as if exhausted, and he fell to his knees.

He lay on the ground for a while, breathed a little steadily, and tried to stand up.Because he was almost out of strength, he wobbled forward a few steps, half of his body had to lean against the door frame, his head was tilted back, and he gasped softly.

Under the cold and bleak moonlight, a fragile arc was outlined on the neck. After a while, Lou Yun tightened his fingertips forcefully, and turned his head sideways to look in a certain direction outside the door.The forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and the washed-out brows and eyes showed an inexplicable sense of fragility in the night, but there was a dazzling sharpness in the bottom of the eyes.

"Hurry up..."

He murmured in a low voice, his jaw tensed, he staggered out the door, and walked desperately in the direction he came from.

The silence outside the study room, the bright and dim candlelight in the room shrouded the deep night, like an isolated island.

Mozun sat leaning against the long desk in the study, playing with a pen in his hand, and spread out a booklet in front of him, thinking about something and not reading it.

The candles burned quietly for a while, and the lanterns gradually grew larger, and it was time to cut them.

Mozun looked away from the shaking candlelight, and was about to put down the pen in his hand, when there was a sudden sound of light footsteps outside the door.

Mozun paused, his long and narrow eye tails raised slightly, and his eyes swept out the door.

In the deep night, a familiar figure appeared at the door.

The man knocked lightly on the door as a signal, and then walked in with a medicine cup.

Mozun's gaze followed the figure of this person all the time. When he got closer, he put down his pen and said softly, "Why are you up?"

Lou Yun put the medicine cup on the long table, and said in a low voice, "It's more important to think that you drink the medicine. Sure enough, if I don't come, no one will deliver the medicine."

Mozun looked at him for a while, with calm eyes and a smile on his lips.

"Yes." Mozun nodded, and reached out to take the medicine cup, but Lou Yun didn't let go of the medicine cup, but turned the medicine cup back a little.

Mozun looked up at him, seemingly puzzled.

Lou Yun hesitated and said, "Ah, I don't seem to have tried the medicine yet...I'll try it first before you drink it."

As he spoke, he picked up the medicine cup, and when his lips were about to touch the rim of the cup, Mozun held his arm through his sleeve.

"No need," Mozun pressed his hand, and said in a calm tone, "You are sick now, don't take medicine casually. I have tried so many times before, I just drink the medicine you sent me."

Lou Yun was stunned for a moment, then accepted the statement, and let go of the medicine cup in response.

Mozun let go of Lou Yun's arm, took the medicine cup with downcast eyes, and brought it to his mouth.

Lou Yun raised his eyelids slightly, and from the corner of his eye, he looked at the medicine cup in Mozun's hand without blinking.

The translucent medicine cup was slowly tilted, and the soup was drained little by little, leaving no half left.

A strange color flashed in Lou Yun's eyes very quickly, and then he was forcibly suppressed, as if it was no different from before.

Mozun finished drinking the medicine, put the medicine cup back on the desk, and looked up at Lou Yun: "Today's medicine seems to be bitterer than usual."

Lou Yun replied casually: "This is the same as usual... Oh, maybe I forgot to add sugar today."

Mozun smiled.

"In the old days, there was sugar in the medicine?"

Lou Yun asked back: "Otherwise, why would you find it sweet?"

Mozun's mouth curled into a half-smile, but he didn't speak.

The air was quiet for a few seconds, Mozun noticed that the other party had been staring at him, and said, "What's wrong? Keep looking at me, if you have nothing to do, go down and rest early, you are still sick."

Lou Yun said: "Don't worry, wait a little longer."

"Wait for what?"

Lou Yun stared straight at Mozun, and a weird smile slowly appeared on his face.

"—Of course, when the effect of the medicine takes effect."

After the words fell, Mozun narrowed his eyes and grunted as if he had been hit by something, his complexion instantly turned pale.He rested on the long table with one hand for a few seconds, then turned to look at the person in front of him.

The person in front of him had the same face as Lou Yun, but the expression on his face seemed out of place, as if an irrelevant skin had been pasted on his face, and there was a violation everywhere.

A deep and strange laughter rippling in the air, exuding a wild and piercing sense of complacency.

"Finally, finally ha ha ha ha ha!" "Lou Yun"'s eyes lit up, and an uncontrollable laughter came out of his throat, and he murmured, "I have waited for so long, and finally this moment is here!!"

He flipped his right hand lightly, a red light flashed, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand, then he took a step forward and brought the tip of the dagger/head close to the Mozun.

"Hehe, can't you move?" He licked his lips and said with a smile, "The medicine you just took will only suppress your spiritual power and actions. From now on, you can slowly experience the feeling of being killed."

Mozun looked at him coldly, propped himself up with one hand, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a cool arc.

"Why, I finally couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't wait to do it myself?"

"Lou Yun" stopped laughing, and looked at Mozun for two seconds with unsatisfied interest, and the tip of the knife with a cold light in his hand approached another two minutes.

"This kind of important moment, how can I pretend to be someone else's hand, of course I have to send you off personally! But, hehe, when you see this face, you really have no defense at all... If you like it so much, I will send you to death In his hands!"

As soon as the words fell, the candlelight dimmed, and a gust of wind of the knife passed by, directly approaching the Demon Lord's face.

In the darkness, there was only a crisp cracking sound, and the silver mask, with a little bit of cold light, drew an arc from the air and fell to the ground.

"Lou Yun" couldn't make a single blow, and approached again.

"Hmph, I advise you not to forcibly activate your spiritual power, or you will die—"

A burst of roar from the mechanism interrupted the speech, the ground trembled slightly, and a deep entrance suddenly appeared on the huge bookshelf behind the long case. "Lou Yun" only felt the figure in front of him move, and the demon king disappeared at the entrance.

He sneered: "Want to run?"

The next moment the entrance was about to close, a bright red aura flashed in his hand, the blade passed by, and the bookshelf shattered to the ground, revealing the entrance behind.

"Lou Yun" stepped into the entrance, and as soon as he stepped in, his face changed suddenly, and it was too late to turn around and want to retreat.

Overwhelming restrictions came down, all ways of life were blocked in all directions, and the complicated formations under his feet faintly glowed. "Lou Yun" stood in it, his whole body's movements and spiritual power were blocked, and he couldn't move at all.

"You—!" He tried his best to turn his head, and without accident, he caught a figure in the shadows, and then there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, and he was kicked to the ground in a whirl.

"Cough, cough——" "Lou Yun" fell on the ground and coughed up blood, with a look of surprise on his face, he looked up at the person in front of him, and immediately realized something.

"—You are not affected by the effect of the medicine! Why!!"

Half of Mozun's side face was shrouded in shadow, looking down at him from above, his long and narrow eyes quenched with coldness, he chuckled softly: "Influence?"

Mozun took a step closer, as if he felt that the people on the ground were not lying satisfactorily enough, he immediately kicked again.There was only a scream, and "Lou Yun" was kicked and rolled a few more steps, with a fishy sweetness in his throat, and he spit out a pool of blood with a wow.

When his vision recovered, he saw a dagger with a cold light, the tip of which was touching his neck.

Mozun got down on one knee, held the dagger in his hand, narrowed his long eyes, and said slowly: "Of course I will be affected, but if I don't, what should I do if I get you hooked and let you run away?"

The people on the ground were in a daze, and suddenly gritted their teeth and said, "You recognized it a long time ago!"

Mozun raised his sharp eyebrows slightly, noncommittal.

"When did you recognize it? Where exactly..."

Mozun sneered, staring at the face in front of him, the tip of the knife scratched the skin of the neck, and said softly: "My people, I can recognize every inch of breath."

"——!!" The man on the ground opened his eyes wide, feeling the cold tip of the knife pierce his skin easily, and hurriedly said, "You, you can do anything against this face?!"

The tip of the knife did not stop, leaving bloodstains everywhere it passed, and the people on the ground let out screams as if they couldn't bear it, but the whole body was imprisoned by the formation, unable to move at all.After a while, the face was forcibly peeled off, leaving only a bloody face.

Mozun narrowed his long eyes slightly, his eyes were icy cold, as if he had hidden the frost that would not melt for thousands of years.He looked at the other party and said coldly: "What kind of bastard are you? You deserve his appearance."

The people on the ground trembled uncontrollably, a red light flashed across their faces, and the skin that had been picked away disappeared immediately, and a pale, distorted and terrified man's face was re-gathered on his face.

"I was escaped twice by you... I finally caught your real body," Mozun looked at this face, "What should I call you?"

"Peak Master Feng? Peak Master"

"Rinhua?"

"—or is it your name in another world?"