Chapter 309: Face Illusion
——"Xuan'er, I like fireflies!"
What a soul-stirring performance! Even the most professional crosstalk master would have to praise it for being well performed. It is so spirited and uplifting to listen to.
He is definitely a good candidate for crosstalk practice!
The fireworks surrounding An Ming were all stunned, as if they didn't understand why An Ming suddenly made such a shout. Among them, the fireworks wearing a costume licked the corner of her mouth and showed an ambiguous smile.
"Brother~just follow Hanabi."
"In a place like this, no one can hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs."
Hanabi is extremely confident in her own field. In this Pinocchio filled with memory, even if you are also an envoy, you can't easily see through her thousand-faced illusions.
Today, An Ming is like a villain who keeps getting lost in the palm of Hua Huo. Everything is under the control of Lord Hua Huo.
"No one can hear you even if you shout at the top of your lungs."
An Ming looked at the fireworks with a smile. His calm expression made the fireworks feel inexplicably confused. Could it be that there was a being here that could see through illusions in an instant?
"But calling out to other dream girls is different."
This was also thanks to the hint given by Xing to An Ming, which allowed him to easily break the impasse at this moment. As long as a certain Taibu was outside the illusion, he would be able to hear it.
The originally stable illusion space suddenly began to tremble violently, and in the sky directly above it, a scarlet vertical pupil slowly opened.
An angry voice rang out throughout the space: "Where is Liuying!"
The pupil seemed to naturally restrain all illusions, and even such a complex illusion could be outlined in its original form among the thousands of divination characters.
Under the gaze of the pupils, those fireworks in strange costumes turned into masks and fell to the ground with a plop, leaving only the original costumed fireworks standing there.
On that day, Hua Huo finally recalled the horror of the Shura Field. Those who could participate in the Lao Ming Shura Field were either not Order Envoys or half-step Order Envoys. There was no chance of success at all!
"You—?"
Fu Xuan's voice rang the majestic bell, and the brilliant purple galaxy swallowed up the sky in an instant, and his vertical pupils emitted a light that could see through illusions.
In just a moment, the thousand-faced illusion began to melt, and the surrounding environment returned to the original corridor. The only change was Fu Xuan, who was holding the nameless sword and had a cold face not far away.
"You're so good, you keep talking about Liuying, but actually I don't know where you found a new girl of your dreams," Fu Taibu's anger level instantly soared to the peak, and he stabbed An Ming's waist with the nameless sword in his hand, determined to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.
"Wait Xuan'er, this is all an accident!"
An Ming always felt that this was more like a suicidal move in which both heaven and earth live together. He was probably stabbed to death before the fireworks. Isn't this just a different way of dying?
At this moment, An Ming deeply realized one thing, that is, compared to death, actively summoning the Shura Field is a way to death.
"This must be Sister Xuan'er, right?" Hua Huo appeared in front of An Ming with a sweet smile, raised her hand and summoned a mask to stop the nameless sword.
Fu Xuan's ability to break her domain was simply a simple fate restraint, but in the rest of the battle, Hanabi was ultimately the true envoy.
Stopping Fu Xuan is a piece of cake.
"Who is your sister?" Fu Xuan snorted coldly, staring at An Ming fiercely with his beautiful eyes, meaning where did this dream girl come from.
You are so good, An Ming. The more you dream, the more you have, right?
"Okay then," Hanabi smiled obediently, "Fu Xuan - sister."
She deliberately drew out her voice, as if trying to irritate the Lord Taibu opposite her, and gave An Ming behind her a barely perceptible sinister smile.
Is this a small punishment for some scumbags?
"Asshole fool!"
"Hehe~ Well, you two can chat slowly. Lady Hua Huo will leave first~" Hua Huo smiled and waved her hand. By the time Fu Xuan rushed over with his sword raised, she had already disappeared like smoke.
Only a mask of Hanabi's ghost face with her tongue sticking out was left, as if it was some kind of silent mockery.
"Xuan'er."
This time it was An Ming's turn to sweat profusely.
"If I say that everything just now was an illusion cast by a fool, would you believe it or not?"
"My dear husband, if I tell you that there is only a 50% chance that the next sword will hit your heart, would you believe it or not?"
Fu Xuan smiled, but the nameless sword in his hand was raised higher and higher like a famous guillotine, as if he would activate his evil body and strike at the immortal boat Luofu guillotine at any time.
When San Yue Qi returned to the suite after obtaining the scriptures from Xing, it was already an hour later. For some reason, the corridor was unusually quiet, as if it had just experienced a storm.
"I'm back... eh?!"
San Yue Qi widened his eyes and saw An Ming lying unconscious on the bed. Fu Xuan, who was standing beside him, was adjusting his pajamas in front of the mirror. When he saw San Yue Qi come in, he spoke calmly:
"He's feeling a little dizzy and plans to take a nap to rest. We can just go to sleep first and don't need to wait."
There was no sign of lying in Fu Xuan's expression, but for some reason, San Yueqi felt that Fu Xuan was lying. It was probably some strange thing like a beautiful girl's sixth sense.
But her survival instinct told San Yue Qi that she should just lie down and enter the dream pool obediently at this time, otherwise Fu Xuan would have to let her dream himself -
Mostly physical way.
Real divination often uses the simplest method. For example, if Fu Xuan predicts that An Ming will fall asleep, he will use the nameless sword to hit him on the back of the head to help him fall into a sweet dream.
San Yueqi's guess was obviously correct. He took off his shoes and walked barefoot into the warm dream pool, then lay down on the far right side very consciously.
It would be nice to take a bubble bath at a time like this. March 7 closed his eyes as he thought about it, intending to fall asleep first. It would not be too late to meet An Ming in the dream world when he reached Pinocchio.
But in a sense, the real Shura field will also officially begin there.
When all the actors of the Shura Field are in place, it will surely be a horrifying scene that even the star gods would tremble at the sight of it. Thinking of this, March Seven's eyes turned dark.
Fu Xuan watched San Yueqi fall asleep, and then he turned his gaze to An Ming, thinking that there would be no problem in collecting some interest in advance.
Anyway, he fainted and didn't say no, which means he agreed.
Fu Xuan didn't think it was a big deal. After all, An Ming originally belonged to her, so it was only natural for her to do something for him.
only...
"You've been standing outside for so long, maybe you should come out and have a chat."
A trace of caution flashed across Fu Xuan's eyes, and he said the name in a deep voice: "Mockingbird."
"Nice to meet you again, Fu Xuan."
Robin walked into the room with a smile on his face. Even Fu Xuan couldn't guess the true purpose behind that expression.