Chapter 29: Witch Forest (5) Two-in-one

After he had determined the death of the person who approached him, his eyes focused on his legs that were still hanging down weakly. He wanted to stand up directly, but found that although the energy was filling all parts of his body, it was still stagnant from the base of his thighs.

He lowered his eyebrows, and the abundant shock value began to run in a crazy burning manner, trying to push his legs, but it was still useless.

After a while, Zhou Ye, who sensed the consumption, finally stopped, sighed lightly, pushed away the plastic flowers that had been flying around and muttering about his concern, and turned his vision to the direction of Tu Yue and Siming.

-What's going on? Why is the left screen black?

-Ahhhh, I'm so anxious, I can't refresh it for a long time.

-I watched several broadcasts, but they were all black. It seems that it was a problem with the light screen itself.

-Just now, I saw in the camera that Zhou Zhou's eyes seemed to be red. He was so wronged! And what did the black-robed man say?

-Uh, it seems that a certain evil god has resurrected and lives in the black-haired man's ring. He also said that Siming is a shell. No wonder they always wear the same ring.

-Haha, I was wondering why a commoner could get the favor of the nobles. It would be better if Yuntian sent someone to clean up this group of garbage immediately.

-Upstairs, do you think that evil gods are easier to get along with than nobles? Of course, besides, you believe what he says. You can re-read basic education for this ability to distinguish.

Originally, the bullet screen was discussing the black screen on the left side, but soon the light screen turned into a complete piece again, showing the panoramic view of the blockade.

Starting from the pawnshop and moving towards the surroundings, everyone froze in place, even the raging monsters remained stiff.

No one knew that this stillness was expanding with the main body's vision.

In this almost god-like situation, Zhou Ye directly reconnected the disconnected Cong Yue, but because the body of this vest was now completely filled with other energies, he could vaguely feel Cong Yue's instability.

All viewers of the discussion were shocked by the scene in front of them, and some even thought that it was the screen or the broadcast that was stuck, because after the era of the evil god, the time and space talents had long been extinct.

But in this completely silent environment, there are two people who are so obvious, they are still alive.

Intoxicated by the frenzy of dancing, Tan Yue slowly calmed down bit by bit, and her pupils that had been rolling up all the time also returned to their original positions. With the cessation of her last dance move, she completely recovered her original demeanor. The

white moonlight showed a tendency to decline after she returned to normal, and finally stopped after ten seconds.

In full view of the crowd, Tan Yue slowly fell to the ground, and her legs that were originally floating in the air were stained with dirty sand.

Then she used her right hand to gently brush her heart, performing a rather strange etiquette.

She looked back at her original body, but in the eyes of others, no one knew where she was looking. They could only see that Cong Yue's face was completely sad, but with a little disbelief, like a hunter who finally found a treasure.

Siming, who had been standing indifferently in the moonlight for a long time, also slowly raised his head in the same direction. His unhappy expression became even more distant, and he touched the silver ring on his chest intentionally or unintentionally.

The next second, the two rushed out at the same time, the speed of electricity and light was comparable, and they arrived at the pawnshop with its doors wide open at the same time.

The frozen picture also restarted at this time, and suddenly there was a roar and scream, pulling everyone back to reality from silence. These sounds were like a volume button that suddenly soared, instantly pushing the noise to the highest peak, awakening people's hearts all of a sudden.

Light and electricity collided with each other, apparently competing, but in the end, they entered the room from the second-floor window without any order. For a moment, pure white covered the entire screen, as if covered with a film that wiped out all the colors. Only a vague human figure could be seen on the screen.

Seeing the situation here, Sima Ming didn't need to distinguish anything. He immediately urged the Thunder Dragon to attack Kum, who was watching the situation on the side but had the highest level of talent.

Seeing that it was him, Kum showed an excited smile on his face, and didn't seem to be afraid of Sima Ming.

After his entire arm became transparent, he wanted to corrode the lightning like he had corroded the gate, but the moment he came into contact with the lightning, the smile on his face froze like cement - the lightning not only corroded, but also entangled his body, surrounding it completely.

Siming's talent was far beyond his expectations, and the talent he was proud of had become a death warrant at this moment.

There was no need for any tricks or disguises. Siming just casually raised his hand to increase the output, and the endless energy poured into his already bloated body, expanding more than ten times in three seconds.

In the final struggle, he reached out to Zhou Ye, who was sitting not far away and panting with his head down, and wanted to ask for mercy, but this action only offended Siming even more.

He did not give Kumu a chance to speak. His remaining light touched the constantly moving Tu Yue beside him. He increased his strength again, and Kumu was instantly drowned by lightning.

Bang -

after a sound, his originally huge body suddenly exploded, and blood splashed all over the ground.

But that was not the end. On the other side, the moon energy controlled by Tu Yue floated quietly like a fluttering butterfly, approaching every member of the team who had just watched the show.

One of them touched it curiously, but the next moment, he felt an irresistible force passing into his body through the glittering butterfly wings.

His skin was originally smooth and tight, but it began to dry, thin, and become extremely fragile, as if all the moisture was drained by this force. His fingers began to twitch, showing a decayed look.

"Ho...Ho" The words that were about to come out of his mouth also became the last glimmer of light before death.

One of these two energies unabashedly declared its power, and it could deprive any life of its right to survive with just one touch. It was the infinitely majestic punishment in the sky, the golden steel under the scorching sun, enveloping everything in front of it with its mighty power.

The other one was like a gust of cold wind in the night, quietly snatching the vitality of the surrounding creatures. It was the light wandering around, the most harmless butterfly, the tiny light point exhaled between breaths, silently taking away the last hope of survival.

But such powerful energies repel each other, and they will be eliminated once they come into contact, which in turn led to someone still alive in the room.

The black-robed man was the closest to Zhou Ye. His originally ecstatic expression was completely frightened by the terrifying scene in front of him. He turned around to look at Zhou Ye, but saw his black and white eyes.

This discovery made his lips tremble wildly, but before he could speak, he was locked by the sudden appearance of the thunder dragon and the butterfly.

His body was completely wrapped in these two energies, and the world in his sight became more and more blurred, as if he was in another dimension.

The black-robed man thought he had arrived in the kingdom of God, and a look of joy appeared on his face, but the next moment, severe pain swept through his whole body.

The people in front of the broadcast could only see a blurry screen under the energy cage. Because of their impression of Cu Yue and their perception of her crazy image, some people had already begun to worry about Zhou Ye's safety.

Of course, there were also people who shouted and fought for fun.

But when the pure white faded away, on the gradually clear picture, they only saw Siming, who had always been reserved and self-restrained, and Cu Yue, who was mysterious in the eyes of everyone, half-kneeling beside Zhou Ye, not paying attention to the surrounding environment.

Both of them looked at Zhou Ye's face and neck, which were covered by his hair and stained with blood.

He fell to the ground in a wolf's seat, surrounded by the broken furniture, and leaned against the wall. He was lying on his side, his black hair covering his face, his hands tightly hugging his chest, helpless and fragile.

Soft and yet stimulating sadistic desires, he was lying like a fragile piece of porcelain that had been knocked open and placed on a soft cushion, making people want to touch it.

The only worry was that the porcelain was fragile, or that they would be scratched by the seemingly fragile porcelain.

As the camera focused, countless people pressed the screenshot button, even many nobles who came to watch for association reasons, subconsciously stared at the person on the screen.

Following the two people's unignorable gazes and movements, the main body slowly and with a bit of sluggishness raised his head. In the dirty environment, he was like a lychee pulp that had just been peeled and fell to the ground.

The right eye circle, which was already dark, turned red, and it was pressed under the brow. Tears were welling up in the eye socket. The side of his face was covered with blood and dust that had just been splashed. He was completely acting like a kitten that had been severely injured and then abandoned.

His lips were tightly pursed, as if he was stubbornly restraining the tears from falling.

Cong Yue and Siming almost simultaneously reached out to wipe his tears, but before their hands could touch each other, they became aware of each other's presence. The air froze for a second, just when everyone thought that another big battle was going to happen.

The person in front of him blinked twice, tears slowly fell, and they both lost the battle.

"Don't cry." Siming's silver hair fell to the ground, but he didn't care. After a barely perceptible sigh, he helped the original body to gather up his already shabby sleeves.

His mouth was gentle, but his lips were pressed down with dissatisfaction, and his kneeling legs squeezed Cong Yue's space.

Cong Yue waved her hand, and a petal appeared in her palm. She then used her index finger to pad the petal to wipe away the tears that had slid down her face. After wiping away the tears, she also wiped away the blood that splashed on her face. Her movements were extremely gentle.

Her eyes followed her fingers, as if she wanted to take a good look at the person she had met after a long time.

"Someone restrains all living beings and does not allow them to pass between the two worlds, but he cannot protect you." After saying this, Cong Yue's eyes were full of heartache.

The latter picked up Zhou Ye and walked quickly to the bathroom. Only when the door closed did he snort with disdain.

Those who had not yet recovered from the screenshots and heard this conversation almost typed at the speed of light.

-Ahhhh, I'm really going crazy. I just took hundreds of screenshots. I'm dying of admiration. Zhou Zhou is so soft. She cries so beautifully. Her eyes are drooping and her eyelashes are wet. It's really amazing.

-People who don't understand black hair are in trouble! People who don't understand black hair are in trouble! People who don't understand black hair are in trouble! I declare the official establishment of an anti-Si Ming to snatch Xiao Zhou's support group. The evil god will kill you too!!!

-What is this? A crying little black cat. Suck it.

-Chen Yue doesn't look scary at all. She looks like a big sister. Is she really a lackey of the evil god as recorded? In addition, why do I feel like there is some big grudge between her and Siming?

-None of you used a magnifying glass to look at the picture! I just magnified it ten times and confirmed that when Siming was helping Zhou Zhou pull his clothes, his hand touched his chest. Xiao Zhou seemed to be frightened and his breathing was frozen for a second.

-Damn it... I know I have no idea what's going on, but my intuition tells me that Tan Yue is a good person. Someone who is gentle to ordinary citizens must not be a bad person. This is my view of good and evil, Yuemen!

-Am I the only one who wants to say that they did a great job? I have long disliked those guys who bully others by taking advantage of their power, and today I finally let out a gust of anger.

-On the top floor, the people from the association have been arrogant for a long time, and they are everywhere.

In the bathroom, Zhou Ye, who was finally able to take a breath, relaxed his tense mind. As he relaxed, Tan Yue, who was standing outside, immediately went offline, and the relaxed smile on her face instantly disappeared. Her

already cold and beautiful facial features suddenly lost the charm that came with her eyes, and she looked fierce. At this moment, she might be the real resurrected witch.

But no one was scared, because as her expression changed, bursts of water sounds came from the bathroom next to her. It was obvious that Siming had helped Zhou Ye take off his dirty clothes and was washing him.

- So happy, the original Tan Yue: happy, playing with butterflies, the current Tan Yue: looks like she can eat ten children.

-So the light screen really can't be pushed in a little bit, I don't have any bad intentions, I just want to see, ahem, want to help Siming check Xiao Zhou's injuries.

-I was quite scared at first, because there have always been traces of evil cults in Yunhai City, but now I'm not afraid anymore, I even want to laugh.

-I'm guilty, I was so excited to see Xiao Zhou crying...especially when his tears just now slid down his cheeks, my excitement reached its peak, let's say who can resist cat tears!!!

-So urgent, is Tan Yue really a witch? Show off your witch style, break in directly, and give everyone something good, okay.

The result of this chain reaction was that the barrage was making crazy speculations about the relationship between Zhou Ye and Cong Yue, and no one paid attention to the few people who turned to ashes.

Or rather, this was not something they could care about. The local nobles and members of the mutual aid association who were watching the broadcast were all sitting in the conference room with cold sweats, their eyes dull and silent.

After a long time, an old member of the mutual aid association spoke up: "Let's ask Yuntian for help... Don't even think about this year's assessment. Kum died at his hands."

As his words fell, the conference room exploded in an instant. Some people were angrily scolding the president of the association for being so blind that he dared to mess with a gifted person of this level. Some people cried because their children left during the lockdown, and some people stared at the screen closely, as if they had sensed an opportunity.

"I think we can change the content of the request for help. We all know the real past of the people. There is a chance for Fu Yue to be amnesty, as long as we promise her not to harm civilians. And this Siming..."

"Siming, no, they both seem to have a special origin with this black-haired civilian. After Yuntian's people come, how about we nominate Zhou Ye to become the new president of the association?"

His words were like a thunderclap, opening everyone's minds. An old man flicked his finger on the table and thought, "That makes sense. The talents of both of them are so strong. If they want to ask for help from Yuntian, the resistance will be great, and the impact of the attack may also endanger the safety of the inner city."

"At least he is... anyway, it's better than the people from Yuntian who parachute in. Those guys in Yuntian actually think that they should be de-classed. It's ridiculous."

"I support your idea."

"Me too."

"Agree."

For a moment, the room, which had been silent just now, responded continuously. Realizing that more than half of the people had come, Vice President Dimula, who had been doing nothing under Kum's suppression, smiled and stood up to preside over the discussion of the next plan.

How to invite and how to make the black-haired civilian accept this appointment will be his main goal during this period of time, and it is also what he hopes to do most. After all, the president is such a role, and the power will definitely belong to him.

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The rising heat in the bathroom blurred everything in front of him, but Zhou Ye did not soak in the bathtub. He was covered with a wet blanket soaked in hot water, and his eyes were empty as he controlled Siming to wipe his body.

He could feel the piercing pain with the movement. After taking off his clothes, the scars of all sizes on his body were revealed. Some places had begun to bleed because of scratches. In this case, he couldn't even get wet.

"Explain." Zhou Ye's consciousness entered the pure white space. He was in a wheelchair and it was his first time entering the pure white space. He even looked healthier than before.

The little plastic flower sat pitifully on the table, its big plastic eyes twinkling in a humanized way.

"That's what Zhou Zhou saw..."

"In order to save you, I gave up all my authority." As he said this, he realized that the person in front of him was not too angry, and his tone became proud again, "Do you like it? This feeling of being able to control everything... As long as you have enough surprise value, Zhou Zhou can be like this forever..."

"No one can hurt you anymore, you will always be safe, always high in the sky, everyone's god, and will control everything..."

"Isn't that good?"

The temptation in his words was so strong that Zhou Ye, who had originally had a calm expression, couldn't help but feel a little alert in his heart, and then he realized that the little plastic flower in front of him did not reveal any information at all, but only answered his question with the current situation.

"I don't think this is something you gave me." Zhou Ye gently stroked his left eye. The talent here made him feel extremely familiar, just like an old friend.

Or maybe he had this talent from the beginning. The only thing that surprised people was this unexpected control. He didn't think he could be on par with gods.

This power that was above everyone else frightened him.

But Xiaohua only fell silent after Zhou Ye's first question, and now he hid in the bushes.

"Zhou Zhou... I will definitely not hurt you. If it doesn't work, I will revise the plan you asked for ten more times in the future. Is that not okay..." When Xiaohua mentioned this, she became disappointed again.

Zhou Ye didn't feel better because of his weakness. He was really too tired. After looking at it deeply for a few times, his consciousness returned to its original form.

The left eye of the original body in Siming's perspective was still pure white with a black ring. Just now, under the surveillance of the light screen, he had been tilting his head to cover his left eye with his hair, fearing that this extremely obvious feature would be exposed.

Looking back at Siming who was wiping carefully with his original body, he swallowed softly. Although everything that happened in the projection was under control, he could not control the changes and opinions of the outside world.

After the torment just now, the shock value rose back to 300,000. Whether it was to build a new projection or... to control everything around through the original body, it was more than enough.

He looked at the empty wall, and as his mind moved, a mirror gradually emerged.

He looked fragile and brittle in the mirror, but Zhou Ye knew that anyone who wanted to get close to the original body would suffer far more cruel torture than the two vests could inflict.

Zhou Ye also sensed that if he wanted, he only needed a thought to turn the mirror into a strange beast.

"It hurts." Siming accidentally touched the wound while wiping it, which made him cry out and come back to his senses. Even Tu Yue outside raised her head.

But there was no connection. She quickly lowered her head again. Yue Neng turned into a butterfly and surrounded the red-lipped beauty, as if to soothe her anxious mood.

"Your current situation is far more dangerous than before." Siming spoke.

Zhou Ye was also in control, but because the vest did not have such terrifying and omnipotent power, he could see more clearly as a bystander.

"I know." The original body waved his hand, and the mirror in front of him disappeared quietly.

"Remember, the blond kid once had a ring that could suppress pollution."

"Remember."

"I'll give it back to you." As he said this, Siming took off the silver ring hanging on his chest and put it back in the original body's hand, and the original body also took off the ring that had been firmly worn on the ring finger of his left hand.

The two rings merged, and under the control of the original body, a pure black ring emerged.

Then Siming lifted the original body's ring finger and helped him put it back on.

"That's good." Zhou Ye blinked, he felt that the desire for control was weakened a little, but it soon reappeared.

Siming beside him expressed his doubts truthfully, he tilted his head, and couldn't help asking: "Why didn't it work?"

"I figured it out." The original body covered his face with his left hand and chuckled.

As the bathroom door closed, the broadcast fell silent. Suddenly, I saw that Tan Yue, who had been standing outside the door bored, seemed to have received a signal.

She raised her hand lightly, and two butterflies landed on her hair and fingertips. Then she pushed the door open and walked in.

The bullet screen exploded instantly.