Si Jiu's teeth were about to be broken by her. She wanted to go in, but found herself blocked at the entrance of the alley by an invisible wall and couldn't get through.
The alley was very dark and she couldn't see anything.
But soon she heard Xiao Xinghe's terrified and helpless cry, and then soon his mouth seemed to be covered, and he could only make vague whimpers.
Why did she trick such a young child into the alley?
"I'll just touch you. Be good and I'll give you some candy later."
Si Jiu exploded the moment he heard the woman's disgusting words. It was as if a hurricane swept through his sea of consciousness, and a vast amount of ice-attributed spiritual power burst out from his palm.
"Click"
With the sound of the barrier shattering, Si Jiu flew in, slapped the fat woman away with one palm, and then hugged Xiao Xinghe, who was stunned by his spiritual power just now, in his arms.
"Xing'er, I can touch..."
The scene before him was rapidly fading. Si Jiu only had time to take one last look at the tender face in his arms. In that final second, the child in his arms seemed to open his eyes, but then seemed not to.
The illusion changed again.
Sijiu spat out a mouthful of blood.
At that moment, she felt where the phantom monster was hiding. If she was just a little faster and caught the monster, the illusion would be broken.
She also knew clearly that everything that happened in the illusion had already happened, and had even been "processed" by the illusion monster, so it was not reality.
But she couldn't bear to see Xiao Xinghe being bullied like that.
So she gave up trying to catch the phantom monster and instead tried to save Xiao Xinghe in the illusion.
At that moment, she seemed to hear the phantom demon's mocking voice in her ears.
The moment she hugged Xiao Xinghe, the illusion monster quickly changed the illusion and then disappeared without a trace.
However, Sijiu suffered a backlash from his injuries, making the situation even worse.
Is this just acting on impulse and without any brains?
Probably.
But ask her if she regrets it?
She has no regrets.
Even if what she saved was just an illusion, even if she knew that she could not change Xiao Xinghe's past, if she had the chance to choose again, she would still choose to save him.
And now, she finally understood why Shen Xinghe was so disgusted and disgusted by being coveted by Ning Qingmeng.
I finally understood why Shen Xinghe later became the person I met when I first entered the illusion.
The world has never been kind to him, so what can he use to maintain his kindness?
Si Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, looked up, and saw a Qingcheng that looked like hell.
Evil clouds were circling over the Black City, and blood was rising into the sky.
There are rampant monsters everywhere in Qingcheng, but there are few living people left.
No, it should be said that there is not a single one left, only the carnival of the demon clan remains.
Si Jiu stepped into the city gate, and the monsters that were eating humans there ignored her. Obviously, she was still invisible in this illusion.
She walked forward, almost without hesitation, heading towards the alley that had once been pitch black.
There, a bright red body collapsed on the ground, and the fat woman whose skin had been peeled off no longer had any trace of the fierce look on her face.
Because her eyeballs were gouged out, her nose, tongue and ears were cut off, her ten fingers were crushed into flesh, and she was lying in a pool of blood. Just one look showed that all her internal bones were broken.
However, even so, she did not die. She was still breathing weakly and painfully, and a "ho ho" sound came from her throat, which was more chilling than her screams.
Si Jiu just took a look, turned around and walked to the next place.
Then she saw Tianshui Street with blood flowing like a river, the collapsed and burnt Zhenxiu Restaurant, and Shen Xinghe, who had become a young man.
Shen Xinghe has a pair of blood-red eyes and a broken dragon horn on one side of his head, emitting an ominous and evil aura.
He held the wine jug in one hand, the plaque of Zhenxiulou sitting under his butt, and one foot kept kicking the waiter kneeling at his feet. A smile played on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was also full of laughter. "I heard that your sweet soup is the sweetest in the whole Qingcheng. Can you sell me a bowl?"
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