After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 105 Zeng Jing and Fu Ying Are Not Dead

"so--"

Shu Nong raised his head slightly to look at the demon palace that had not changed in any way, "The task is completed, can't the illusion of the heart demon be broken?"

"..."

Fu Yang looked down at the demon corpse on the ground, "The demon will not stop you from falling in love."

"Why not?" Shu Nong retorted, Yan Chang'an and Song Lin in front of him were silent for a moment, and each took a step back, so that the mocking expression on her face could be completely exposed to Fu Yang's eyes, "I am Young Master Mu Yun, he It’s the Demon King of the Demon Realm, and when I see these demons on the ground, I feel disgusted and feel uncomfortable all over, since he wants to be with me, he naturally has to get rid of these people.”

Fu Yang was silent for a moment, then reminded: "You love him."

"Really? When you say that you are in love, do you mean that I love him?" Seeing that Fu Yang was at a loss for words, she tilted her head slightly and looked at Yan Chang'an, "Don't you love me?"

Yan Changan never hesitated: "I love you."

Shu Nong's eyes were slightly bent, and he raised his chin towards Fu Yang: "I love him, so I betrayed the human race for him, and killed my compatriots for him. He loves me, and killed a few demons for me, which I think are an eyesore. Isn't that true?" Is it more proof that we love each other?"

Seeing that Fu Yang opened her mouth and wanted to argue, she gave an impatient "tsk": "You—or your inner demon, dragged people in to act out this kind of love scene that is separated by blood and blood, and you want to prove something and verify something. ? Or is it that the person who wants to come in understands the hardships of the two people's love and praises their courage?"

"how is this possible!"

Fu Yang was a little agitated, his mood fluctuated, and even the devilish energy around him was violent for a moment, "This kind of feeling - is it worthy of praise?"

"In that case." Shu Nong took the words, "Why can't we judge that our mission is completed?"

The anger on Fu Yang's face stagnated, and the violent demonic energy around him suddenly quieted down. He was silent for a moment, feeling a little helpless: "It's not up to me to decide."

This is his dreamland, not his dreamland.

If they want to get out of this illusion, they can only get rid of his demons.

The so-called mission is nothing but a trick of the demon.

"Zeng is not dead." He continued, "And my mother, they are all trapped in this illusion."

"Wait--"

Without waiting for Shu Nong to react, Fu Yang took half a step back, and the ink-like devilish energy enveloped him again, and the surrounding scene was shattered and collapsed.

When Shu Nong and the others came back to their senses, they were already in the boundless white.

Suddenly, Shu Nong suddenly recalled that there is not much snow in Muyun City in winter.

The four seasons here are like spring, and the snow in the past hundred years has not been as much as this scene in the illusion.

Why is there such a snowfall in Fu Yang's fantasy world?
Before she could figure it out, just a moment later, the color of blood spread across the pure white snow.

Dozens of people rushed down from the snow-capped mountain, their footsteps were chaotic, they stepped heavily on the snow, if they didn't pay attention, they would fall to the ground, as long as their footsteps were slow, they would be greeted by long arrows from behind , piercing their chests.

Yan Changan frowned fiercely.

Qing Guang instantly pounced on the incoming arrow, splitting it in two.

Those fleeing for their lives seemed to have just seen them, and ran towards them with crawling and rolling. They shouted "Hurry up" and were not afraid of the avalanche.

Shu Nong raised his head and looked behind them.

One, two, three, four, a group of demons gradually appeared on the top of the mountain.

Shu Nong has seen the leader of the demon clan, 600 years ago, I don't remember where in Yuanzhou, the Shu family had a battle with this person.

"Zeng Jing." Song Lin's eyes sank, staring at the approaching demons.

The hero of the illusion appeared, so Fu Ying should come out next.

The people who fled to them were panic-stricken, and the blood on their bodies couldn't tell where it came from. A blood-stained lady struggled to hold up the swaddle, and begged carefully: "Let's help the fairies lead them away. I beg Xianjun, take this child out."

(End of this chapter)