The illusion before my eyes was like paper; the starry river would crumble at the slightest tear.
She emerged from the illusion, and everything returned to normal.
The cliff and the bottomless miasma beneath it reappeared before everyone's eyes.
The Milky Way, shrouded in miasma, revealed its form.
The vines in her hand flew out and grabbed a large tree next to the cliff.
With the help of the Milky Way, it flew up from the bottom of the cliff.
She looked down at the bottom of the cliff, her face full of anger. "Didn't your mother teach you not to pry into other people's memories?"
"And what kind of mess did you end up with?"
I don't even want to mention the Milky Way.
In the eyes of this brainless, ugly thing, her dream was to seize the Ye family, make the Sheng brothers grovel before her, and incidentally save the world.
To become a hero of the world.
Galaxy: Black guy with a question mark face.
Miasma cannot speak; it is simply a matter of doubt.
The illusion it creates, in order to enhance the immersive experience, consists of their personal experiences in the first half.
Everything that followed was created based on the desires in the human heart, the most perfect scene.
No one can escape the illusion.
At least, that was the case before the Milky Way.
It also resurrected her master in the latter half of the galaxy's illusion.
Everything in the illusion was no different from the real thing; Xinghe could even stay in the illusion until he died.
From one perspective, that is a real world.
Why did it fail?
The miasma seemed slightly puzzled; it sensed the galaxy's fury and spread out in a wide expanse.
It has no physical form and is not particularly afraid of the Milky Way.
Even as the first slash of the Star River came down, it curiously circled the Star River once.
An almost naive mockery.
Xinghe laughed angrily and reached out to gather the damned miasma into a ball.
The miasma realizes it's been controlled: ?
Confusion followed by fear.
It has no physical form and can drift anywhere.
So why is this person able to control it?
The miasma, as it had countless times before, dispersed in the air and drifted with the wind to all parts of the world.
This time, it was as if it was trapped in place, unable to move at all.
It is invisible.
Why?
Xinghe didn't kindly offer any explanation; instead, he tightened his grip, causing it to completely vanish from the world.
This miasma has given rise to a subtle consciousness. If it can honestly follow the right path, it might be able to cultivate a physical form in a hundred years or so.
But it insists on taking crooked and evil paths, luring passersby into its illusions.
They swallowed them whole while they were engrossed in their illusions.
The number of people who have died at its hands is approaching three digits.
Xinghe admits that the illusion it weaves is no different from reality.
There were even two moments when Xinghe genuinely thought the old man had returned.
However, only the weak indulge in illusions.
Xinghe only allowed herself to wallow in depravity for a moment, until that ugly, intangible thing wove a messy future for her, and Xinghe could no longer control herself.
Once Xinghe had cleared the fog, Ye Ning rushed over and hugged her tightly.
She buried her head tightly in Xinghe's shoulder, her tears soaking his shoulder.
Guilt and heartache made her heart ache terribly.
Holding Xinghe tightly now, sensing her presence, makes her feel a little better.
She is truly a failed mother.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Ye Ning apologized again and again, her voice trembling with tears.
Xinghe's kitten eyes widened, and she glanced helplessly at the people around her.
"Actually, I had a pretty good childhood, and I really didn't take what those brothers said to heart."
The old man gave her all his love, and she grew up surrounded by love.
I can still see the old man from time to time.
She also has such loving parents and her uncle's family, so Xinghe is already very content.
As for those brothers, after they withdrew their initial expectations, their words had no effect on Xinghe.
Ye Ning was exhausted, and her excessive grief caused her to fluctuate slightly.
Her younger sister, who should have been pampered from birth, suffered so much.
Ye Ning's heart was being gripped, and she felt a sharp pain.
Sheng Xiuwen carefully stepped forward and reached out to hug Xinghe and Ye Ning.
His eyes were tinged with red, and he avoided Xinghe's gaze, not letting Xinghe see his tears.
The brothers, too, all had faces as white as ghosts, staring straight at Xinghe.
Regret filled his eyes.
“Little sister, we didn’t mean to push you. For a moment, we forgot a lot of things.”
In the chaos just now, Sheng Laowu's clothes were a bit wrinkled.
His red hair hung down, making him look like a pathetic little dog.
He couldn't explain it.
The decision they made in that instant was their own.
Ye Ning wanted to tell Xinghe about the upcoming family division.
Ye Ning was really exhausted, so exhausted that she had no strength left.
She didn't expect them to be good to Xinghe, but why would they want Xinghe's life because of Shengyue?
That's a cliff.
A bottomless cliff, with eerie miasma at its bottom.
Anyone else would have died countless times over.
There's absolutely no way they could have made it out alive.
Xinghe patted Ye Ning on the back to help her catch her breath.
"I haven't even done anything yet, Mom, and you're already about to get sick from anger."
Xinghe spoke sweet words to coax Ye Ning.
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