God-level Refiner: Ghost King Pampering and Pampering Concubine

Chapter 130

The dream this time is completely different from the previous ones. There are no white clothes, long pianos, piano and flute ensembles, and there is no whiteness and ice caves in the past.

Some are dark blood rivers, lush red flowers, coquettish and evil, and flowers from the other side.

"Miss, do you know how to get to the Palace of the King of Hell?" Just as Yan Wuyou looked at the manjushahua in front of him in surprise, a gentle voice came from behind.

Hades Palace...

This is indeed the bank of Wangchuan River!
No wonder there are so many manjusawa.

"Yan Wangdian, you are going to Yanwangdian... Are you from the fairy world?" A familiar voice came out, Yan Wuyou couldn't see the person, he could only feel that the voice came from her side , but she didn't speak.

"I don't think the girl is from this hell?" The man's voice sounded again.

This reminded Yan Wuyou of the piano and flute ensemble, and when I remembered that sentence, I will call you Wuyou!I am Feng Yan.

Feng Yan, worry free!
Turning around abruptly, a familiar white shadow really came into his eyes, but it's a pity that he still couldn't see his face clearly.

But what Yan Wuyou can be sure of is that this man is Feng Yan.

What about that woman?

What about the woman called Carefree?
"I am a person from hell, don't you see this piece of bloody manjusawa?" The woman's voice sounded.

"Manzhushahua! Be as coquettish as blood, a flower that attracts hell." Bai Ying came slowly and stopped beside Yan Wuyou.

Yan Wuyou looked at Bai Ying in panic, why did she feel that she was the so-called Wuyou now, but she didn't speak.

"good……"

"The girl doesn't look like that at all. I think the girl should be a mandala flower from the four flowers of the heavens! The heavenly reception envoy!" Because I only felt that the man was looking at her, and he was looking at her seriously.

He wanted to open his mouth to speak, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound. He looked anxious and didn't know if the man could see it.

Mandala flower!

It's a dream!
Must be a dream!
Why did Leng Wuqing tell her that she had a mandala mark on her back, and she had this dream now?
Is this really her dream, or is it an illusion manipulated by Leng Ruruthlessly?

Before Yan Wuyou could think clearly, the scene in front of him was slowly changing...

At the bottom of Sun Moon Lake, it was icy cold. Yu Wuchen didn't wear a mask at the moment, lying flat on the bottom of the water, suddenly his heart trembled.

Although the water of Sun Moon Lake was very deep, Yu Wuchen still heard the movement outside.

Someone opened his enchantment!
Counting the time, the cold poison on Yan Wuyou's body should have been completely expelled at this moment.

It's just that Yu Wuchen really couldn't imagine that Yan Wuyou, who was clearly a fifth-level illusionist, could open his barrier so easily?

But Yan Wuyou gave him too many surprises, as if nothing was impossible in front of Yan Wuyou.

If anything happens, Yan Wuyou has the sound transmission necklace he gave him, Yan Wuyou is so smart and will notify him as soon as possible.

Thinking of these Yu Wuchen, he was naturally relieved, and continued to absorb the cold air at the bottom.

And Yan Wuyou, who was relieved by someone, was lying on the super soft big bed at the moment, sweating all over his head, and holding his hands tightly.

"Worriless...what's the matter with you?" Although that person took the name, Leng Wuqing really likes it very much, and he just wants Yan Wuyou to be carefree.

He just returned to the Demon Realm, and after explaining some things, he rushed to find Yan Wuyou. He thought Yan Wuyou had woken up, but he didn't expect to see Yan Wuyou like this when he came back.

Shocked, he held Yan Wuyou's shoulders and shook them a few times, but Yan Wuyou didn't wake up, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

"Wake up worry-free, wake up..."

"That pig at the door, you can come in." Leng Wuqing had no choice but to sweep towards the door with murderous eyes, and shouted towards the door.

I saw a pink air rushing in as fast as a flying sword, and landed straight on the soft big bed.

"Owner……"

Little Cutie originally thought that Leng Wuqing had woken Yan Wuyou up, but she didn't expect to see Yan Wuyou with a sad face and sweating profusely.

"Master, what's the matter?" Little cutie has completely ignored it at this moment, the person in front of it is the master of the demon world.

"How do I know that she is not your master? Don't you know what's wrong with her? Or is it that she didn't have such a situation before..." Leng Wuqing grabbed the little cutie's chubby neck, A pair of black eyes slowly turned red.

"I don't know, Master and I just met..." Although the little cutie is not afraid of being cold and heartless, she does not want to die.

"Trash!" Leng Wuqing let out a rage, and threw the little cutie out.

The little cutie hit the wall, screamed a few times before rolling to the ground.

Before he could stand still, he saw Leng Wuqing slowly injecting a stream of air into Yan Wuyou's forehead.

Yan Wuyou slowly stretched his brows, and slowly let go of his hands, "Ah!"

With a scream, he sat up suddenly.

He didn't look at the people around him at all, and recalled everything in the dream just now with his eyes wide open and panting.

"Feng Yan!"

"Feng Yan! You remember Feng Yan. You never thought that you loved him so deeply that you would still remember him even if you were reincarnated!" Leng Wuqing heard the words by the bed, frowned and grabbed Yan Wuyou's wrist, his face darkened. Staring at Yan Wuyou angrily, he asked.

Yan Wuyou looked up in pain and realized that Leng Wuqing was still beside him, "Let go quickly, let go Leng Wuqing quickly, my wrist will be broken..."

Looking at Yan Wuyou's pale face coldly and mercilessly, he noticed the strength of his hand.

Wei Wei let go, and said coldly, "Don't you really mind the pain of Shengyue killing souls?"

Holy Moon's soul-killing pain!

Forget, are you kidding, she still feels pain in her heart when she sees that Shengyue Soulkiller.

Holy Moon Kills Souls!Could it be...

"You mean Feng Yan stabbed me with Shengyue Soul Killer!" Shocked, absolutely shocked, this time it was Yan Wuyou who was holding his cold and ruthless wrist tightly.

"You don't know? Didn't you think of this?" It's not that Leng Wuqing doesn't believe Yan Wuyou, but since Yan Wuyou has already remembered Feng Yan, why can't he remember the pain of Sheng Yue's soul killing?

Yan Wuyou lowered her eyes and shook her head lightly. Now she knows that the man in white in her dream is Feng Yan, and she is most likely the Mandala Flower that Leng Wuqing and Feng Yan mentioned in her dream!

"I had a dream just now. I dreamed of a man dressed in white whose face could not be seen clearly. He said he was Feng Yan."

"Did you dream about him?" Leng Wuqing's emotion, which had been calmed down, became agitated again.

How can Wuyou dream of Feng Yan again at this time?

(End of this chapter)