"You think you can take me?" Kong Jing sneered and spread his arms. The space contracted, and a huge, distorted pressure pressed down on Chang Le, as if he were being squeezed by a turbulent hill, causing him to feel suffocated.
"Eight years ago, in the Old Ruins of the Northern Boundary, even the Dragon Emperor Shen Fuguang was injured by my [Mirror Room]. Do you think you can kill me?"
Chang Le suddenly looked up, her gaze filled with a coldness and hatred that Kong Jing could not discern.
The void controlled the surrounding area to burst into flames, but Chang Le could only hear the echo of his suppressed heart being shattered by the rage.
Eight years ago,
The old ruins of the northern border
The Deification Faction
Fu Guang was seriously injured.
Venturing into the old market,
Unan was born.
My time is up!
Sensitive and jarring words flashed before my eyes, accompanied by background images of blood and wailing.
"Fuguang! You can't leave me behind too!"
"God! Please! Please don't let him leave me!"
She heard herself crying out and pleading in anguish.
Seeing the desolate Gobi Desert littered with white bones and corpses, Shen Fuguang, lying in her arms, looked more like he was on the verge of death than ever before.
All the suppressed emotions were suddenly drawn out, like a wildfire burning from the bottom of my heart, all stuck on the verge of exploding.
The raging flames rose, twisting and pulsating, and somehow they scorched Chang Le's eyes, turning them a deeper crimson than the flames themselves.
"You are not worthy to mention him!"
Chang Le spoke slowly and deliberately.
The first word is "Flame and Ice Seal";
The second word, space distortion is frozen;
The third word: the frozen flames shattered under the pressure of space;
The fourth character was accompanied by the whooshing sound of vines and tentacles.
The fifth word resounded like thunder.
As soon as he finished speaking, the reflection in the water mirror beneath Chang Le's feet transformed into a man draped in blood-stained clothes.
In the blink of an eye, the person in the water mirror beneath their feet and Chang Le were switched upside down!
A man in blood-red clothes and with red eyes appeared in place of Chang Le.
Kong Jing stared in astonishment at the mirror room filled with tentacles, vines, and lightning. The reflections in the glass of his mask showed countless different people!
Crying, laughing; men, women; gentle, crazy...
Several pairs of completely different eyes were fixed on the common goal of the Void Realm.
Chang Le, whose eyes were about to be completely filled with scarlet, grinned and said with his bright red lips: "It's your own fault for driving me crazy!"
The last note, accompanied by a cold laugh, dissipated, then transformed into a hoarse, maniacal laugh.
He had golden hair as radiant as the sun god, but also a pair of scarlet eyes from hell. His clothes were stained with blood, and his eyes were filled with pure rage and killing intent!
With his mouth agape, Wei An excitedly surveyed the [Mirror Room], his red eyes finally settling on Kong Jing.
He grinned excitedly: "Chang Le, I like this prey."
The next moment, lightning, carrying sharp shards of ice and blood, danced wildly, and thousands of tentacles and barbed vines filled the entire [Mirror Room].
If the [Mirror Room] in the Void Realm is not an independent space, Li Yunfan cannot detect it, and Chang Le will not be able to use his other supernatural abilities.
If Kong Jing hadn't been arrogant and hadn't come alone without any backup plan, Chang Le wouldn't have thought of killing him to silence him.
If Kong Jing hadn't brought up the ordeal that Shen Fuguang went through, and hadn't been so quick to trigger Chang Le's temper, she wouldn't have been able to bring out Wei An, who had been suppressed for so many days.
If Wei An hadn't come out, Chang Le would have only suffered a painful death.
Thus, Kong Jing was tormented to death, dying and being reborn, reaping what she sowed.
...
While Kong Jing was dying and coming back to life, Chang Le, who was sitting against the wall in Wei An's room, held the knife that Wei An had handed her and quietly listened to the screams outside and Wei An's excited breathing.
After Kong Jing let out her first scream, Fu Jiu pushed the door open a crack, so that the light from outside would not fall on Chang Le.
"I used [Internet Connection] to restore your physical data in the simulation field."
Although Li Yunfan and Qin Ling in the control room could not see the scene inside the space, Chang Le's connector was dynamic and showed no physical abnormalities, so they would not disturb Wei An's revelry.
Fu Jiu stood against the wall at the door.
Separated by a wall,
Chang Le sat on the ground, leaning against the wall.
A cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, rustled through the messy, abstract drawings scattered across the room. Countless bleeding eyes were lifted by the wind and laid flat on the table, rising and falling alternately, peering at the person sitting in the darkness.
Chang Le gripped the knife Wei An handed him tightly, the blade unconsciously digging into the flesh of his palm. Blood flowed onto the ground, the moonlight focusing on the ground to create a bright circle, the blood outlining a weeping, bleeding eye.
Outside, all that remained was his disheveled, rapid breathing. Just as he was about to cry out no more, there was a knock on the door.
A strand of silver hair slipped through the crack, and Ye Buqi's purple eyes glimpsed the figure on the ground through the gap:
"The Mirror House is about to collapse, Lele. I don't think this is the right time for Wei'an to step in."
Chang Le did not move.
“My darling,” the voice was lowered and sounded very similar to that person’s voice, and Chang Le raised her head slightly.
The eyes peering through the crack in the door have been replaced by Fu Jiu's golden eyes:
"Sweetie, you can leave her to me."
【Mirror Room】.
Wei An's golden-yellow medium-length hair was disheveled. He was slightly bent over, grabbed Hao Ren's collar, and dragged the half-dead man from one end of the [Mirror Room] to the other. The unhealable cracks on the water mirror were stained red with blood.
He neatly laid the two men, who were barely clinging to life, together, and looked at their wounds with the same satisfaction as when admiring crackled porcelain.
"Hah...no..."
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