Quick Travel: Samsara Boss and His Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Wife

Chapter 150: The Peerless Immortal King who criticizes the Demon Lord crazily (13)

Rong Yuan lowered his eyes, and his cold brows were instantly tinged with evil.

The familiar burning feeling in his soul came. He opened his sleeves, and runes full of dark aura had already covered his entire arm.

The spiritual power turned into a water mirror, and his face was covered with black lines, which were still very light at this time.

"Sure enough, you can't stay up late, otherwise you will become ugly." Rong Yuan's tone was helpless and funny.

Then he waved his sleeves and the water mirror disappeared.

Lie down on your back and close your eyes.

Strange energy floated around him, and the black runes on Rong Yuan's body became looming.

Know the sea.

Wuqimahei's spiritual consciousness has just experienced a storm. If 001 were still here, you would find that its size is much smaller.

Becoming wilted.

Upon closer inspection, I realized that the darkness on my body was filled with densely packed mysterious and gloomy runes.

The curse of the law has always been strong and will not disappear.

Rong Yuan reversed the law and was punished.

He was a little tired, and his consciousness fell into dormancy unconsciously.

The body becomes lighter and lighter, and things hidden deep in the memory emerge unconsciously.

He had that dream again.

It was a snowy day, and the snowflakes hit people's faces, which was cold and painful.

Looking around is a world of ice and snow.

Rong Yuan was on the road in white clothes. He was going to pick up someone.

That is, the protagonist of this world.

He is a master in the plot who is jealous of the protagonist's talent, tortures the protagonist in every possible way, and is eventually killed by the protagonist.

Rong Yuan chuckled. What he wanted to do was very suitable for his current status.

The same is true of torturing the protagonist in every possible way, and then destroying his luck.

It's just that it's snowing heavily.

Rong Yuan stopped where he was, looking at the slightly bulging snowdrifts on the ground.

Soon, a small hand came out of the snow and plucked from side to side.

Then the small snowdrift collapsed.

A child in rags struggled to get out, his eyes and exposed skin, hands and feet were all red from the cold.

When he looked up and saw Rong Yuan, he was stunned by Rong Yuan's appearance at first, and then he wanted to run away.

But he couldn't run anymore.

"Come here," Rong Yuan stretched out his hand to him.

His eyes were indifferent, different from those full of hatred and disgust, which made him feel inexplicably at ease.

He stared at him blankly, like a soft and harmless little animal, testing whether there was any danger ahead.

However, the owner who reached out was not as patient as he was. He grabbed him, held him in his arms, and held him firmly while he struggled.

"If you move again, I will throw you down to feed the wolves in the mountains!" So he felt aggrieved and stopped moving, obediently nestled in his arms, and pressed his dirty face against his neat clothes in revenge.

There was a sound of footsteps and words that frightened him.

"Where did that little bastard go? Find him quickly and use him to pray to God to appease the anger of the mountain god and stop the heavy snow!"

"It's really unlucky. We've never had such bad weather before. It must be because that monster pissed off the gods!"

"If I had known I should have suffocated him to death when I gave birth to him!"

"Yes, this kind of monster deserves to die!"

"It's only thanks to our kindness that we can keep him alive for so long!"

"Everyone, it's our fault. If we had known this, we shouldn't have given birth to him and let him harm the village!"

"If it weren't for him, our village wouldn't have suffered so many losses. Find him quickly. It's too late. The mountain god should be angry!"

"Yes, yes, village chief."

After the person left, Rong Yuan put the person down.

Just as he was about to stand up, he found that his sleeve was being pulled.

Looking down, I saw the child's timid eyes, which were particularly harmless.

Rong Yuan pulled the little guy's hand away with a cold face.

The child burst into tears instantly, pursed his lips tightly, and looked at Rong Yuan with red eyes.

"What are you crying for?"

He said, then took his hand and wiped the tears from his eyes with his other hand.

……

"Host, host, wake up, wake up!" 001 called anxiously.

Rong Yuan woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and saw 001 running around in front of him.

"Host, you are finally awake. Bai Xin has been here several times. Seeing that you haven't woken up yet, you are extremely anxious. Now you have gone to ask for the pharmacist from the Sword Sect."

Rong Yuan's brain finally started working again, and he reached out and rubbed his temples.

His alertness was really getting worse.

It seems that the elimination of the Son of Luck must be accelerated.

"Well, I see."

After Rong Yuan answered, he saw Bai Xin coming over with the pharmacist and the master of the Sword Sect whom he met last time.

"A Yuan, you're awake," Bai Xin quickly walked to the bed, held Rong Yuan's hand, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did you sleep for so long?"

The pharmacist behind him suddenly stopped when he heard such an intimate address, and even glanced at Bai Xin and Rong Yuan in surprise.

Mingdao, on the other hand, looked calm.

"I'm fine, I just slept a little late." Rong Yuan explained that he didn't want to make such a big noise.

But it was obvious that Bai Xin didn't believe his explanation. How could a cultivator fall into a coma because he slept late?

Rong Yuan had no choice but to let the pharmacist and Ming Dao take care of his "illness".

It's just that he understands the medicine master, but what is this Ming Dao?

When did the Sword Sect Master become so idle?

After a while, the results came out.

There is nothing wrong with my body, but I have a serious loss of consciousness for some unknown reason.

No medicine can cure this, you can only recover slowly on your own.

Under the peach blossom tree outside the door.

"Ancestor, your Taoist companion's condition may be caused by a curse. Some top-level curses harm not the body, but the consciousness and soul."

"This must be the reason why your Taoist companion is lethargic. This is not actually lethargy, but a need to concentrate on fighting the curse."

"It's okay now, I can fight it, but in the later stages, the loss of consciousness will be faster and faster. If there is no time to recover, I will never wake up."

"There are not many people who study curses, and there are not many people who have achieved great success. I'm afraid no one in the world can solve a curse of this level."

After Mingdao finished speaking, there was silence in the air.

Bai Xin's body trembled slightly and her fingertips tightened.

After a while, his voice was harsh and he asked, "Is there any way to alleviate it?"

Mingdao looked at Bai Xin's appearance, sighed, and said the method.

"There is a method that requires someone to practice spiritual practice with him and intertwine his spiritual consciousness, which can delay the loss. This is equivalent to dividing the loss of spiritual consciousness between two people."

"Okay, I understand." Bai Xin said calmly.

Mingdao saw it and didn't advise him to say anything.

He knew that even if he said so, the ancestor would not change his decision, not to mention that the person was his destined Taoist companion.

inside the house.

Rong Yuan looked at the carved jade doll in his hand with a dazed expression. He seemed to be having that dream again.

It's just that he couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly.

It seems like he saved a child?