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Chapter 635: World’s Beautiful Man is a Cauldron XXIII

They yelled her cheesy name in disbelief and got new things to spread again.

“What’s the matter?” She turned her back to him without moving, her tone was calm, and she still seemed not angry.

“This is not reality.” Feng Li was very impatient with this way of solving the problem. He wanted to use her method to violently break the nightmare, but there seemed to be no spiritual power here. “Look carefully, these are all things you imagined. Including the school, the lecturers, and those people, they are all fake. The time you just spent was actually just a short moment, if you think about it carefully.”

“What did you say?”

“I said, this is just your dream.”

“Yes, this is just a dream.”

She turned back suddenly and shed tears. They were not the kind she had practiced. “Being here is just a dream that I can’t reach. Is it enough? Are you satisfied?!” He was startled.

The scene suddenly stopped at this moment and suddenly shattered like porcelain, turning into pieces and scattering in all directions.

Feng Li came back to his senses and saw the female demon cultivator taking a suppressed breath, her pupils slightly shrinking, with obvious fear. It was obviously her nightmare just now, but he didn’t expect her will to be so strong, and she had already solved it on her own before he could come up with an effective solution.

Wen Ying and Feng Li looked at each other for a moment, then forced themselves to look away.

Her heart was beating incredibly fast now. She had always known that this was a dangerous world, but she still underestimated it. She just thought that even if there was a nightmare, it should be the nightmare of the original owner. Little did she know that the world of immortal cultivation focused on consciousness and soul, and the original owner’s soul had long since dissipated, so what was stirred up from the bottom of her heart was her memory!

This memory was nothing, and cannot be compared with Feng Li’s danger. What’s scary is the age gap between them. Once such details were caught and discovered, her fate would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, Taiqing Continent was vast and extensive, with various ethnic groups and different living customs. Feng Li probably doesn’t dare to claim to know them all. He could attempt to guess the origin of her female demon cultivator, but he will not know the truth for the time being.

In fact, when she entered the dream, she realized something was wrong. The transformation between modern and ancient styles was too fast, and the weird feeling could not be ignored. She knew clearly where she was now, but there was a force pressing down on her, making it impossible for her to escape from the dream. This shouldn’t be the incense’s power, because she is conscious!

The next moment the scene returned to the secret realm, she ignored the looks of Feng Li and Ding Jieyi and suddenly took action!

The fan whirled around with her thoughts, and instantly appeared in a dark place where the light could not reach. There, a cloud of dark wind hiding in it was suddenly covered by it, and the flowers in the fan rushed out to devour its beauty. The body withered and shriveled the moment it touched it.

It made a “wuwu” sound, as if provocative.

It was because it had just invaded her consciousness and made her weak that she was still unable to break the imprisonment caused by the incense!

Suddenly, its sound reminded Wen Ying of something. She took out a magic weapon from the Qiankun Ring, and threw it out with a quick change of fingers. Just when the magic weapon came into contact with its proud body, it emitted a shrill scream. The sound of crying. The room was filled with the Buddha’s light, and voices murmuring and reciting Buddhist sutras sounded together, causing it to suffer all kinds of torture.

While it was unable to move, Wen Ying changed the formula again, and a suction force came from the fan, sucking it in while it was struggling for life!

One side of the silk surface is the day garden, which is her attack method, and the other side is the night, used to trap the enemy. The moon is hanging high on the silk surface, and the clear light flows into the window sash. In front of the window is a rusty bench, next to it is a lamp standing still like a woman, and around are scattered interesting things from the daughter’s boudoir. Right now, the black shadow was trapped in the window, struggling hard, but unable to escape from the shackles of the trap.

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