Corridor Of Creatures

"What, are you encountering difficulties, Wei Ying?"

"Fu Xi? You're finally here!"

Zhang Fuxi held a red playing card between two fingers of his left hand and flicked it coolly. The paper rotated and tore, and a strong wind swept past, passing through the long sleeves of Mingzhao's white clothes on his left arm like a blade.

With the sound of snapping fingers, a spark quickly burned along the ignition line hidden in the center of the paper. Then, amid Fu Xi's laughter, the paper that flew to the group of soldiers behind Ming Zhao exploded immediately, leaving a cloud of smoke. diffusion.

"Why, Fu Xi, you haven't seen me for so long and you want to take my guest away without even saying hello?"

The long-sleeved movement was gaining momentum. Mingzhao condensed the smoke into a ball and turned it between his hands. The moment the long-sleeved cover covered the dirty ball, he pushed the pure white ball with one hand.

"Although it's rude to say this, but..."

His right hand quietly touched the inside of his clothes, "Mingzhao, I've got this person!"

A magic hat that could never be placed in his clothes was flicked away by him, and a hint of magic flashed in the corner of his eyes. Three paper figures appeared next to Mingzhao with blades hanging all over their bodies, and they rushed forward with a smile.

"Wei Ying, take your companions and leave quickly. The soldiers outside will be left to you to deal with. Whether I can go back alive depends on you!"

He deliberately made the matter very important, otherwise he knew that Wei Ying would never leave alone, just like his two stupid brothers.

"...Well, I must come back!"

"Come on, Brother Wei Ying, please stop saying these useless things at this time, okay? Let's go quickly!"

"I am......"

Fu Xi stared at him and blinked blankly, "...let's go quickly!"

"oh."

The sleeves danced, raising the sound of rustling wind, and Mingzhao created a wind field around himself. The strong wind tore the paper figures into pieces like a knife, and three explosions followed.

His right hand protruded out of the smoke and dust, and he pushed the dirty dust away with just a touch. Although Wei Ying and the others escaped from prison, he had a calm expression, as if his original purpose was not Wei Ying and the others.

"Why, do you still know these useless methods now?"

"Useless? Oh, you can see clearly who is at a disadvantage now!"

The two square corners of a poker rotate around the center between Fu Xi's two fingers. This is Fu Xi's art, an art called magic!

"Illusion is as broken as a mirror in the water!"

The cards appeared out of thin air, attached to the fallen corpses, dragging them to stand up slowly, and finally shaped into a body exactly like Fu Xi's. All the Fu Xi's in the audience bowed together at this moment, and snorted behind them.

"Now, let's guess which one is Fu Xi?"

They invariably covered the black cloth in their pockets with their hands, and when they pulled it open again, a cup of steaming coffee appeared.

"The way I see it..."

With a sweep of the long sleeves, this overwhelming scene instantly shattered, and cracks appeared on all the Fuxi bodies. After Mingzhao vibrated the sleeves, they cracked like mirror fragments and scattered on the ground.

"All the symbols that appear here are not real."

But even so, there are still some afterimages of Fu Xi in the fragments. This is true for every fragment. They took a leisurely sip of coffee and said with a smile: "So what if you can see the truth? The real Fu Xi, You can’t find it.”

Mingzhao also chuckled, dispersed the surrounding wind field, and stepped forward to break the largest glass lens, but with a faint smile on his face, "I will let you go this time, but next time, don't blame me for being ruthless." "

"Oh, thank you then!"

The fragments on the ground were combined again, forming colorful characters, "Thank you for being generous!"

To Mingzhao, these sarcastic words were nothing more than a clown's pretense, so he waved it off and turned around to leave.

The long sword flew out of the ruins and plunged into the sternum of the leader of the supporting army with a sharp sound. Wei Ying pulled out the long sword and charged into the crowd. Qi Mengshang disappeared from another road with the unconscious Xing Lian.

"catch him......"

Before he could finish speaking, Wei Ying pierced his throat with a long sword, "What do you call a guy who talks too much!"

Half of his face was stained with blood, and there were countless knife marks on his shoulders and arms, but his protective instinct made him still stand on top of the piled corpses. His eyes were as fierce as a wild wolf but with the unique arrogance of a young man. The tatters were half hanging on his body, and he was holding two swords while gritting his teeth and gasping among the corpses. His blue hair and eyes had already been dyed blood red, and this beast blocked the way of the reinforcements.

"Come on! Come again!"

"Weird...monster!"

"Monster!"

Throwing away their helmets and armour, they fled like headless flies. Wei Ying almost exhausted all his strength and almost fell down as his feet weakened.

"Why, you love to show off your strength so much, huh?"

With someone supporting his shoulders, Wei Ying forced himself to open his right eye, and it was Fu Xi again. Due to his injury, Fu Xi reached out to cover his mouth, and nodded with a chuckle.

"Next, please take a good rest and leave the rest to me."

Seeing Wei Ying fall asleep on the spot, Fu Xi worriedly put his hand against his wrist, which still showed signs of beating, "It's still alive, so it's no big deal."

"It's okay, your Excellency really loves to joke."

Lu Jiaer, who came to support, straightened his gloves, and the elite soldiers with no end in sight came from behind, "Now, can you still say that you are okay?"

"Your Excellency, you underestimate me. I said we are safe..."

A playing card shook off from Fu Xi's clothes and turned into a black and white vortex when it fell to the ground, sucking the two of them into it. "Then we will be safe."

Watching his prey disappear, Jia Er did not choose to pursue it, but dispersed the illusion behind him. The seemingly surging army turned out to be just a withered leaf!

"Brother Mingzhao, I have done what you said, what is the next plan?"

"There's no rush, Jia'er. The most important thing we need to do now is just wait."

He sneered and looked at Kuzhu, who was still cowardly in the distance, "Only constant stimulation can really make him understand how much it costs to repel someone who suppresses his two reincarnations."

"At least, his heart should be strong enough to accept the flood of setbacks! "

"Jia'er, tomorrow we will announce the intensification of the wanted arrests of Wei Ying and others, and then secretly mobilize troops to my territory. At the most critical moment, we will come up with a plan to switch from defense to offense!"

"Then what about the guards and garrisons in various places?"

"Extend forces within reasonable limits to lay ambushes in must-win areas, and ostensibly strengthen their training and rewards."

"Understood."

"You must endure these days and don't go to Kuzhu to comfort him. Since he wants to resist this fate, he must have this determination. Neither of us can drag him down, do you hear me!"

"yes!"

This roar is not the coercion that people often say, but a kind of determination, a determination to help the brothers!