Chapter 41 There is nowhere to talk desolate

Autumn, residual autumn.

Night, midnight.

A night when it is difficult to fall asleep.

Lu Feng lay straight like a dead man**, staring straight out of the window.

He has been lying motion-moving for seven days. He doesn't know how long he has to lie down.

Outside the window, the stars are shining.

This is the night of the Wild Continent, fresh and quiet.

In the barbarian continent, everyone absorbs the spirit and refines the spirit and competes to become a strong man, but he can only lie motionless like a dead man.

is very helpless and aggrieved.

He is too unwilling.

He traveled through the soul, and the soul devoured and returned the soul by borrowing the corpse, but he didn't expect that he would end up with a talented and half-waste. Why on earth is this? Is God really playing with him?

"Fuck!"

Lying down, lying down, he really couldn't hold back. His mouth opened, and the word "fuck" came out.

What a "fuck" word that is unwilling to compromise.

But what can be done? A word "fuck" can't resolve two cold airflows in his body and make him stand up.

He can only lie down** every day.

During the day, look out of the window;

At night, looking at the starlight through the window, suffering from endless loneliness...

In the dark.

A soft little hand that had been gently covering his heart trembled gently at this time, and a weak body temperature came.

He can feel the existence of a small hand, which is a small hand of water.

From the first day he lay on this fragrant, Zhilan-scented little **, this soft little hand covered his cold and boney heart every night, trying to use his weak body temperature to freeze the cold of his whole body...

The cold is so heavy that even their father can't resolve it. They can only go to Flame Valley to seek her father's teacher, and how can her weak body temperature resolve it?

Maybe, Shuier also knows that it can't be resolved, but she is willing to do so willingly...

He really wanted to pick up this cold little hand and put it on his warm face, but he couldn't do it.

He can't move, even if he can't move his fingers, so he can only lie motionless.

This is thanks to a woman, a terrible and enchanting woman - the Bone Queen.

He was shocked by the beauty and horror of this woman, but now, he can only hate. Although the woman had played with fire and was swallowed by him when she wanted to devour his soul, he still hated it and wanted to cry without tears.

If this woman does not try to devour his soul, she must have been promoted successfully and go back to continue to be her bone queen, and he also safely fled back to Shaming Village to enjoy the results of overnight turning over the body, isn't it good? But his milk, the bone queen insisted on taking his soul, and as a result, she was swallowed up and froze him into a popsicle to bear the endless pain of life and death...

"Bah!"

He couldn't stand it anymore, and he opened his mouth and pouted fiercely.

"Brother Feng, are you awake?"

The water beside him may have been awakened by his exaggerated "bang" and asked in a daze.

He didn't say anything.

Water's delicate body twisted slightly, threw a calf over in the dark, gently put it on his cold leg, and sweetly fell asleep...

I don't know when the night has faded.

He was a little tired and slowly closed his eyes.

The absorption of the spirit above the head continues. For seven days, he has been lying under the boredom and can only feel this kind of absorption. He was thinking that if it hadn't been for the magic god swallowing the sky and shot into his brain, would his talent for absorbing spirits be zero? If it is zero, can he die directly...

Huh? Shit..."

He suddenly gritted his teeth again.

He felt that his soul was a little distorted and had the feeling of being pulled.

This feeling is not strange. Once, he felt like this when he swallowed the god dog, the demon god swallowed the sky, and even the soul of the bone queen.

This feeling should have disappeared at the moment his soul swallowed, but in the past few days, he has always had such a feeling. He even felt that the soul that had been swallowed by him and the demon god was not really swallowed up by him, but only suppressed somewhere in his mind, because he occasionally I can feel the faint consciousness of the divine dog and swallowing the sky.

Suddenly, he had a bad feeling that the soul of the bone queen was not really eaten back, but caused the divine dog and the soul of swallowing the sky due to the intervention of the bone queen. If the suppression of the soul in his mind is broken, isn't he a dead end?

In a secre, although his whole body was cold, his forehead sweated coldly.

"You dogs, it's not so easy to kill me. If you want to kill me, you have to die."

In the depths of his soul, bursts of fierceness suddenly appeared.

He gathered his thoughts desperately and pressed down on the ** in his mind.

Does this method correct? He doesn't know whether he controls his soul like this. Anyway, he does this every time. Whoever enters his body and where there is ** in his body, he concentrates on his thoughts and pressing it.

No matter whether this method is right or not, it works every time. The god dog, the demon god swallows the sky, and the bone queen are all cleaned up by him.

Thinking of these achievements, his heart surged with incomparable self-confidence, and he gathered a steady stream of ideas and overwhelmed them away.

The ** in his mind is very strong, and this kind of ** does not seem to improve much under the pressure of his thoughts.

He stopped the pressure, dispersed his thoughts, and endured the pain of his soul being pulled to feel this **.

He faintly felt that there seemed to be an invisible airbag-like thing in his mind, and this airbag seemed to be three suppressed souls. At this moment, the airbag keeps churning. Every time this airbag moves, he will have the pain of his soul being torn. He understood that it was this unknown airbag that suppressed the three souls in his body. If it hadn't been for this thing, he would have whined long ago.

He endured the severe pain of splitting his head, felt it with his mind for a while, and suddenly thought, "Isn't it an infighting? Is it the soul of the Bone Queen who fought with the soul of the god dog and the demon god swallowing the sky?

He remembered that this feeling also appeared in his mind when he swallowed the soul of the demon god. However, he was crossing the energy tunnel at that time. He didn't care much about this feeling when he was dying. After the energy tunnel came out, that feeling disappeared, so he didn't think about it in detail later.

But with this feeling, he naturally associates with it. He suddenly understood that either the soul of the god dog and the demon god swallowed the sky wanted to kill the bone queen, or the soul of the bone queen wanted to kill the god dog and the demon god swallowed the sky...

"Hey..."

He suddenly smiled and had an idea of sitting on the mountain to watch the tiger fight. "If you want to fight, then let you fight. When both sides are injured and your souls are weak, I will completely disappear and eliminate the hidden dangers in your body in one fell swoop."