The scum is all over the world, and there are Shura fields everywhere

Chapter 262: Blazing
A black mass appeared in the temple.

But because the light was too dim, Yang Rongrong couldn't see clearly what it was.

It was not until the other person came in front of her that she could see clearly that it was actually a large mass of black hair.

The hair was extremely lush and continued to grow. Soon the entire mountain temple was covered with black hair. Some of the hair wrapped around Yang Rongrong's body and tried to get into her eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Yang Rongrong struggled desperately, but to no avail.

Without any cultivation, she was like a lamb to be slaughtered, without any power to resist.

She wasn't actually afraid of death because she knew she could reload the game and start over, but this way of dying was too disgusting.

Yang Rongrong could only close her eyes and wait for death to come, while remembering He Bieqing in her heart. This was all thanks to him, and she would let him taste the disgusting feeling of having his hair stuck in his body, unable to live or die!
As her entire body was engulfed by the mass of hair, she could no longer breathe and her consciousness became hazy.

It took a long time before she regained consciousness.

Now she found herself in darkness.

She looked around and soon saw a familiar woman lying in front of her.

The woman was wearing a colorful and gorgeous long dress. Her long black hair like seaweed was scattered casually, and the hem of her skirt spread out under her, as dazzling as a peacock spreading its tail.

She placed her hands on her abdomen, her eyes slightly closed, and her expression was calm and composed.

It looks like he's asleep.

Yang Rongrong looked at the other person's face which was exactly the same as her own, and knew that she had entered into a strange dream again.

When she was hesitating whether she should go up and talk to her, she saw the woman in colorful clothes open her eyes and speak softly.

"Why are you here again?"

Yang Rongrong thought the other party was talking to her and was startled.

The other party had actually discovered her already?

However, the next moment, she saw a white light appear beside the woman in colorful clothes.

The white light quickly grew larger and finally turned into a silver-haired man wearing a snow-white gown.

The man's face was very familiar, combining the characteristics of Shen Wenqin, Hengye, Linyuan and Shuying.

He wore a sword at his waist, a golden pattern of a double-headed bird was on the hem of his clothes, and his long silver hair was casually tied up with a jade hairpin.

The woman in colorful clothes was still lying there without moving, her eyes slightly turning, looking at the uninvited man.

Yang Rongrong suddenly realized that the other person was talking to the man and she was just being too sentimental.

The silver-haired man seemed unaware of the other party's cold attitude. He lifted his clothes and sat down casually next to the woman, looking very familiar.

He smiled and said, "Thank you for letting me go last time. I brought a thank you gift."

After saying that, he raised his right hand and flipped it casually. An exquisite glass wine jug appeared out of thin air in his palm. Then he raised his right hand again and produced two glass cups.

"This is the finest wine I obtained with great difficulty. It is called Zhuohua. This wine is very spiritual. If a person with an evil mind drinks it, he will feel the extreme pain of his internal organs being burned. But if a person with a pure mind drinks it, he will feel physically and mentally comfortable and have sweet dreams every night for several months."

After saying that, he poured two glasses of wine and handed one to the woman in colorful clothes.

The silver-haired man's temptation was so obvious that he almost told the other party directly - I want to know if you are a good person or a bad person?
The woman in colorful clothes stared at the cup of scorching wine.

The silver-haired man just kept holding the wine glass, not feeling any pain in his hands at all.

After a long time, the woman in colorful clothes sat up and took the wine glass.

The silver-haired man first drank his glass of wine in one gulp, his brows relaxed and a happy smile appeared on his face.

Then he looked at the woman in colorful clothes expectantly.

The woman in colorful clothes put the wine glass to her lips, took a sip, and then drank the rest of the wine in the glass bit by bit.

The silver-haired man kept staring at her face, not missing any changes in her facial expressions.

Seeing that she still had no expression on her face after drinking the wine, but she did not show any pain at all, the silver-haired man could not tell for a moment whether she thought the wine tasted good or bad.
Or does Zhuohua have no effect on her at all?
Just as the silver-haired man was thinking about something, the woman in colorful clothes looked at the wine jug in his hand.

Without her making any movement, the wine jug disappeared from the silver-haired man's hand, and the next moment it appeared in the hands of the woman in colorful clothes.

When the silver-haired man reacted, he saw the woman in colorful clothes pick up the wine jug and fill the cup, then tilt her head back and drink it all in one gulp. After she was done, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she was savoring the taste.

Seeing this, what else did the silver-haired man not understand? The other party obviously thought that the wine tasted very good.

Zhuohua has never made any mistakes, which is enough to prove that the woman in colorful clothes has an extremely pure mind and does not harbor the slightest evil intention.

How could such a simple person bring about a heavenly calamity?
The silver-haired man was confused.

But no matter what, since he already knew that the other party was not a bad person, he could no longer have the thought of killing him.

It seems that he has to go to Bai Ze again to get things clear.

The glass wine pot looks small, but it actually contains a lot of secrets. The woman in colorful clothes drank one cup after another, and after many drinks, the wine pot was still not empty.

Finally, the silver-haired man couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and pressed the wine jug, and reminded.

"Although Zhuohua tastes good, if you drink too much, you will be drunk forever."

The colorful-clothed woman said, "It's good to be drunk forever."

The silver-haired man was puzzled: "Why?"

"Time will pass faster if you fall asleep."

Her answer was really strange, and it made people even more confused.

The silver-haired man looked at her face. Her appearance was extremely good and exquisite without any flaws. Her temperament was especially special. She seemed cold and indifferent and didn't care about anything, but in fact, she was pure and clear without a trace of impurities.

A ripple quietly arose in his heart, and he couldn't help but ask.

"What's your name?"

This issue happens to be what Yang Rongrong is most concerned about.

She desperately wanted to know who the woman in colorful clothes was.
She involuntarily took two steps forward, wanting to hear more clearly.

At this moment, the woman in colorful clothes suddenly turned her head and looked straight at Yang Rongrong.

The two looked at each other.

Yang Rongrong's heart skipped a beat.

The dream suddenly shattered!

The two people in front disappeared and the darkness quickly faded away.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Rongrong heard the familiar system prompt sound.

"Ding! The host's life signs have disappeared. The system is about to initiate the emergency procedure!"

"The system is resetting the time, please be prepared."

"The host is about to return to the time before the danger occurred."

Yang Rongrong was sucked in by a powerful force. After a dizzying moment, she found herself back in Mengxi Town.

On the boat, He Bieqing lay motionless, blood spitting out of his mouth, his face pale.

Hengye hugged the breathless Yang Rongrong tightly. He bent over with his forehead pressed tightly against hers. A steady stream of demonic power flowed out of his body and penetrated into hers.

As his demonic power rapidly dissipated, Hengye's face became paler and paler, but Yang Rongrong showed no signs of waking up.

Big tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, and he called her name desperately and sadly.

"Longrong..."