Chapter 109 Fox

This is an endless wilderness, a land shrouded in fog. It is no exaggeration to say that even if the other party stands at a cross, you may not see it.

The mist hit his body and quickly soaked his clothes, and even his hair was hung with crystal dewdrops. However, these dewdrops seem to be magical, which not only blocks people's sight, but also weakens the spiritual detection. Even with Li Mu's current strength, the spiritual power can only cover a range of less than ten meters.

"What the hell is this place? Is it somewhere in ancient times again?" Li Mu looked around carefully and exerted his spirit as far away as possible. Since the last time he was injured by a tiger with purple wings, he has never dared to be careless. God knows what the hell it is this time. In case it is a very powerful existence, won't it suffer again?

Although it is in a dream, this kind of dream is not like an ordinary dream made by ordinary people. Most of the dreams of ordinary people are caused by Yue Lao, Guanyin, Wenwu Quxing, or the dreams of dead relatives and the top ten hell kings.

Unlike Li Mu, his dream was not done by others, but because he practiced the Demon Sutra, which brought him into a dream. Although it is a dream, it is actually an illusion in Li Mu's view. Because it is impossible for others to get hurt in their dreams, but he gets bruised all over every time.

I don't know whether it is a tendency to be abused or a silly persistence. The more injured he is, the more Li Muyue likes to drill into his dreams. This dream is like a huge undeveloped treasure house, which means close contact with rich treasures. However, this dream can't be done when you fall asleep, and you will come when you doze off. It often takes a certain opportunity and coincidence to have a certain chance of entering the dream.

For Li Mu, this opportunity is more often after he is seriously injured. This makes Li Mu speechless. Who would always want to be seriously injured if he had nothing to do? So every time he enters a dream, Li Mu will cherish it.

Although I don't know what kind of monster I will encounter every time I enter the dream, it may be an inconspicuous mosquito fly or a fierce Dillon. If it is these two extremes, Li Mu prefers to face mosquitoes and flies rather than Dillon, who is hundreds of times his own size.

Don't underestimate any creatures in dreams. They come from ancient times, and each creature has unimaginable abilities. Perhaps the real nemesis of the huge Dillon is actually an inconspicuous fly. When encountering that kind of perverted parasitic fly, they have needle tubes that break all defenses, drill into the body of organisms, and then multiply geometrically. Even a Dillon will be eaten from the inside out in a day or two.

Each ancient creature has its own survival skills and life-saving tricks. So even if Li Mu encounters a snail or a caterpillar, he dares not be careless at all. Every surrender of a divine martial arts means having a skill or spell, so Li Mu is particularly cherished.

If Baihuang knew that Li Mu practiced the Magic Sutra in this way, I'm afraid he would be extremely depressed. She must practice according to the routine little by little, and there is no room for cleverness. Unfortunately, Baihuang was sleepless at this time, and his mind was surrounded by nonsense all night. There was no spare time to think about how Li Mu practiced.

used to accept challenges under the condition of clear eyesight and clear environment. Even if you lose, you still know what you have lost. Eat a lot and grow wisdom. Just pay more attention next time.

Now, the white fog covers the eyes and the quagmire. Every step you take must be careful for fear of a claw or something coming out of the mud or the white fog to wake you up with a slap. That was the saddest failure in Li Mu's history.

It is rare to be injured, and Li Mu must cherish it.

"Oh, why haven't you seen a creature after walking for so long?" After groping for a long time, he was not attacked for a long time. Li Mu gradually lost his way in the confused fog. I just came here!"

Seeing a deep footprint on the soft mud grass, Li Mu couldn't help but be shocked. He accidentally stepped into the swamp when he passed by this place. In order to avoid this situation, I deliberately moved forward in one direction, but I didn't expect to return to the starting point.

Li Mu doesn't think his sense of direction is so bad. Is this place a sphere? He has just walked around it!

This idea is very unrealistic. Li Mu's walking speed is extremely slow. Two hours have passed, and he has walked less than ten miles. But since this situation has happened, there is only one possibility - fantasy!

Why isn't it a array?

Li Mu is also a half array master, and he can see the ordinary array at a glance. There is neither killing nor falling here. Obviously, this is just a small fantasy arranged by the enemy. As for why the enemy did this, Li Mu did not know. Maybe the enemy's strength is too weak to know how powerful Li Mu is.

There is a saying that ghosts hit the wall in the mortal world, which is the simplest fantasy arranged by wandering ghosts. The purpose is to make people who fall into it anxious, lose an inch, and then have the opportunity to take advantage of it. I don't know if the owner who arranged this fantasy is also a kid who used such a childish way to deal with Li Mu.

The corners of Li Mu's mouth were slightly raised, leaving a trace of cunning.

"Bastard, what the hell is this place!" Li Mu cursed angrily, and his chest gasped undulatingly. His face was a little twisted because of anger and looked restless.

Without paying attention to his feet, he stepped into a mud pool and brought out half of the mud. Li Mu cursed again.

After scolding for a while, he returned to the original point. Li Mu began to be impatient and even took action randomly.

Suddenly, a faint fragrance floated, like a concerto of the spring breeze, soothing the dryness. Li Mu was fascinated, as if he saw himself walking into a small mountain village. The cooking smoke curls up and rises slowly. There are people hoeing in the farmland, and woodcutter singing in the mountains and fields. Men and women weave, and the people here live the most primitive and harmonious life.

The hut in front of Li Mu is a little old, not old, but old. It's like seen in the Ghost City, as if it came from ancient times. By an ancient well, a long-haired woman dressed in a simple cloth, and her beautiful figure swayed. The slender tender hands kept fiddling with the long hair up to the waist, scooped up the water with a wooden ladle and gently poured it on it.

What a beautiful picture this is, quiet and touching. The faint and breathtaking fragrance came from this woman.

For a moment, Li Mu was confused by her, or the faint coolness from the promise of death pulled him back.

"Damn Xuanyi!" Li Mu kept his mind and still pretended to be confused. It's just that the perfect and touching posture of Baihuang flashed in my heart and associated with the girl in front of me.

"Can you help me get a bucket of water?" The girl lifted her hair, turned her head over, and said lightly to Li Mu. The clear eyes are as pure as mountains and forests, and the gentle eyes like autumn water have irresistible pleas. Her voice is so beautiful and touching, like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley and the milk swallow returning to the nest.

Li Mu walked slowly and looked at the well. The clear water inside reflected the shadows of the two people, and the slight ripples intertwined the two shadows. Li Mu didn't say anything, picked up the barrel and threw it into the well. Hold the rope tied to it with your hand and stir it hard, bringing a full bucket of water.

The woman giggled, her voice was as crisp and beautiful as a bell, and then said, "Can you help me scoop water?" This soft and crisp, sad request is irresistible.

Before Li Mu could answer, a slender white and tender jade hand handed over the wooden ladle. The delicate little hands are exquisite and flawless, and the delicate fingers like onions and white jade are beautiful.

Li Mu stretched out his hand to hold the ladle. I don't know whether the woman was intentional or Li Mu was unintentional. The woman's fingers scratched the palm of Li Mu's hand, and a burst of itching came.

"Ha--" The woman was like a cheerful elf, making a series of light and empty laughter. Instead of breaking the harmony here, the laughter seemed more peaceful.

Li Mu learned from the woman, scooped up water and gently poured it on her smooth and bright black hair, leaving the drops of water along the hair. The woman gently rubbed her hair, tilted her head slightly, and let her long hair down to her waist droop naturally.

When the woman saw that Li Mu's eyes were dull and obedient to herself, she couldn't help but be overjoyed. When a bucket of water ran out, the woman shook her long hair with a lovely smile and said softly to Li Mu, "You are so kind. How about being my man?" The woman took a step forward and came to the faint fragrance.

Li Mu nodded mechanically, not happy or sad.

The woman's fragrant body rushed into Li Mu's arms, held Li Mu tightly with her hands, and tiptoed to kiss her lips.

A ball of fragrance and softness comes, who can sit still!

Li Mu was almost confused by the woman again. At the critical moment, the date of death sent another signal to pull Li Mu back.

The red lips gently touched Li Mu's lips, and a feeling of itching immediately spread all over his body. Li Mu dodged immediately as if he were electrocuted. His eyes emitted a fine light, and a strong momentum broke out in an instant, breaking away the woman's hands. Then he turned around quickly and snapped lightning to the woman's wrist.

These actions are clean and neat, all in one go.

"I'd like to see what you are!" Li Mu sneered, and the corners of his mouth raised a trace of evil charm again.

As the woman was subdued, the surrounding mountain houses disappeared again and returned to the misty swamp. Li Mu clasped her pulse hard, and it didn't help the woman to struggle.