What is the most terrifying power in this world, the most incomparable god?

Is it death? It is power? It is unrivaled power?

——No, the most terrifying power is called "love".

No matter whether you are humble or noble, no matter whether you are weak or strong, no matter what identity and background you have.

As long as you love me, you will be defeated in front of me.

Zong San felt the sweat flowing from his forehead penetrate into his eyes, but he did not dare to close his eyes. He could only hold his own knife tightly and look at the endless void with a slightly dispersed look.

There was a voice in his mind that kept echoing, saying frantically: "Love me, love me, love me, surrender to me, I am your lover, I am your god--"

——You are not.

His vision gradually blurred, and his mind gradually deprived him of it, but his reason was unprecedentedly clear. A cold light came towards him in the darkness. Zong San waved his sword without hesitation and slashed at that place.

"Ah—!" The woman's sharp and distorted voice was harsh and irritating. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "How can you not love me?! Why don't you not love me?!"

Zong San did not respond. He just tightened the handle of the knife harness strictly and pulled the blade back inch by inch. Every time the blade faded a little, the touch of the sharp blade rubbing against the flesh would be clearly transmitted to his hands, and the woman's scream was connected.

"Love? I do have something to love."

His eyes were dissipated and confused. In order to resist the sound that kept creeping into his mind, he had exhausted all his self-control.

"But-" He pulled out his blade and slashed sharply and resolutely in the face of the darkness, "But it's definitely not you!"

The sharp wind brought by the blade pierced the void turbulence, and the figure of the woman flashed by, and was torn into ashes in the shrill screams and the sudden cold light of the sword.

The whimpering sounds that were unwilling to disappear were lingering in my ears as if I was crying, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zong San did not relax his vigilance. He just held the knife in his hand tightly, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly. Even though his vision was blurred, he was still looking around.

He has been trapped in this space for a long time.

It was not good for Zong San to remain mentally tense for a long time, not to mention that the person he loved was not around, so he really could not concentrate all his attention to resist the enemy's spiritual erosion.

He was very worried about Hua Yan because they were together before being locked up in this space. His situation was so bad that he didn't know what had been born to Hua Yan.

Zong San tried to calm himself down and respond calmly, but in fact he couldn't do it at all. If it weren't for his extraordinary mind, he would have been unable to hold on.

In the darkness... something is constantly nurturing and born, which is disturbing and terrifying.

Some complicated information was forcibly stuffed into his mind. Those incomplete memories did not belong to him, but the strong love contained in it almost swayed people's mind and swallowed their souls.

"Love me--"

The gentle voice whispered in my ears, and the gentle laughter echoed in my mind. Zong San closed his eyes, but blood and tears slowly flowed out of his eyes.

"Is the person you love better than me? Is it more beautiful than me?" The voice changed tone, like crying and complaining, as if he was confused.

Zong San opened his mouth slightly, but his voice was already hoarse: "She is my lord."

——At the beginning, she came to him with such an identity, with a casual smile on her face and a cynical naughty one.

For the sword men, she is their lord, sharing life, death, honor and disgrace. She may not be the most unforgettable lord in the sword's long life, but she is the one who lives the most wanton and free.

"She...is mine..."

“Salvation.”

——It was she who tore open the bird cage again and again, standing in front of the bird in the cage with enthusiasm, and telling him again and again how vast the sky outside the cage is.

"be mine……"

--spouse.

It is where the heart belongs and where the emotions belong.

The heart is moved by beauty, tenderness is kept in harmony, shocked by the mind... I love persistence.

She is the goddess who protects love and beauty. She once said that she will protect his love.

——So this heart will remain unswerving until death.

The voice and the power of the demon were pulling his heart off the right track, but unconsciously, Zong San faced his heart in such a sudden moment without any defense.

In fact, it is not so heart-wrenching love, but when you think of her, you will feel warm, as if the coldness of the extremely cold night cannot erode you at all.

"The reason why the birds in the cage are sad is that the cage does not belong to them."

The spiritual power reached its extreme, causing a strong wind to blow on the entire dark and disorderly space. Zong San raised his hand to cover his blood-dripping eyes, stood in the air, flew in his clothes, like a blue bird flying with its wings.

"...You shouldn't let me notice...this mood."

He has been reminding himself that before his lover, she was his lord. So don't ask for more... Don't let the darkness in your heart be revealed without a doubt.

The bird in the cage falls in love with the cage that imprisons him. In which direction will the story go?

What's wrong with continuing to be the gentle and understanding Queer around her?

Why do people have a greedy heart like humans?

"Master--"

He chanted softly, as if the cry of a thorn bird. Tears rolled down with blood, like glass with blood falling from his heart, beautiful, but also shrill.

His lips were pursed into a straight line, as if he wanted to show a strong smile, but he was unable to do so: "I really... love you very much."

The darkness climbed onto the cracked lines, and it made a shattering sound like fragile glass. Her voice broke through the air, losing the calmness of the former Zhizhu holding.

"Zong San——!"

The scream that was so shrill that it almost changed tone made Zong San suddenly come to his senses.

The blade arrived instantly, and he broke through the darkness, and a light suddenly appeared in his blurry vision.

The sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air came from behind. Zong San's heart tightened. He gave up his knife, stretched out his hand in the direction of the sound, and hugged the girl who was rushing towards him into his arms.

Before he completely lost consciousness, Zong San heard her crying at the top of his lungs. He wanted to laugh and make a few jokes, but his consciousness had completely sunk into the deep sea.

——"I think, I really love you."

She still won, and made the bird in the cage willing to tie herself up, even if she was a weak and lovely bird, she would be happy.

When Zong San woke up again, he didn't know how long it took, but his vision was pitch black. He felt his arms were a little heavy, and he reached out to touch it, but rubbed his head with a soft black hair.

Huayan woke up from her shallow sleep almost like a conditioned reflex. She looked at Zong San with black satin tied in her eyes and pulled a strand of her head with a little confused, and immediately opened her mouth and burst into tears like a child.

"Wow, wow, what are you blocking? Now, you're all blind. Look, do I dislike you? Wow, don't you?!!!"

Zong San, who was called "idiot" when he woke up, felt the blue veins on his forehead turbulent, but when he heard her heart-wrenching crying in his ears, he felt a little helpless.

Hua Yan didn't cry, and the sky broke through the earth. When the emotions came, she couldn't stop them. Tears wet Zong San's clothes with crackling sounds, and then she yelled angrily:

"Who dared to touch my aunt's person! I had to beat him to know why roses are so popular!"

Listening to Hua Yan's cursing crying and yelling in his ears, Zong San's heart felt a little subtle and warm, and he didn't want to mention everything that had emerged in the endless chaotic void to her.

He stretched out his hand to hug the crying girl in his arms, and for a moment he felt like a different life.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that he had been in that dark space for a long time, so long that he could no longer suppress his longing.

This is the cause of the incident—

After receiving the letter from Guihuatong, Huayan and Zongsan rushed to Guihua City from afar, but found that this city, which was very prosperous not long ago, has now become a lifeless demon city.

Zong San and Huayan, who noticed that the situation was wrong, did not feel that there was a reason to retreat. They knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, but they turned to the tiger mountain. However, after stepping into the city, they found that the space of the Ghost Flower City had been blocked.

The space of Ghost Flower City and the space outside were divided, and the time of Ghost Flower City was also suspended. This is why Hua Yan received a letter from Ghost Flower Tong after two hundred years.

The demonic energy in Ghost Flower City soars into the sky, but what really makes Hua Yan and Zong San feel alert is this space that has been suspended in the world.

How to say it? To put it simply, Guihua City has been transformed into a "Pun Pill".

The timeline of the Honmaru government is in the hands of the god-study person. As long as the god-study person is happy, Honmaru can be at the same time in spring, summer, autumn and winter at any time. Honmaru can also land in different eras and regions, equivalent to a large time and space shuttle. Maintaining the operation of the Honmaru requires a lot of spiritual power, and it also requires the construction of the human and material power barrier of the Honmaru spiritual power. In essence, it can be said that it requires the law of "time" and "space".

It is true that the demonic energy in Ghost Flower City is soaring, but what is really worrying is this method of making "Ben Pill".

In addition to the time government, there are only bad accounts that are entangled with the time government - the time marching marches.

Time Marine calls herself a "historical revisionist". Hua Yan cannot guarantee what changes they will cause to the future after they arrive in this time and space, but this world is the foundation of Yu Shenying's establishment, and she cannot stand by and watch.

However, when Hua Yan and Zongsan entered the city lord's mansion in Ghost Flower City, Hua Yan and Zongsan were separated. When Hua Yan saw the ghost flower pupils, Zongsan fell into the turbulence of time and space.

After Hua Yan solved the ghost flower in troubled times, she hurriedly tricked out the time and space coordinates of Zong San, but this time and space coordinates formed its own barrier, and with her power, she could not break the barrier.

Fortunately, Zong San broke through from the inside and hit the weakness of the space, and then he cooperated with Hua Yan inside and outside to break the barrier.

Countless time marching out of the barrier.

A large number of time marches appeared in this era, which directly led to the distortion of the time and space of Guihua City. In order to avoid further deterioration, Huayan could only block the entire Guihua City, which had turned into "Honmaru", and left the original timeline. Because she took away "Ghostmaru" and her own "Honmaru", the space was extremely distorted and fluctuated, and they were thrown into the turbulence of time and space.

After Zong San fell down, Hua Yan was so angry that she was dizzy. She wanted to kill the Shi Su march in Guihua City, but due to Zong San's injuries, she could not take action. She could only hand over the full responsibility of this matter to Guihua.

Ghost flowers are new plants. Logically speaking, Huayan should take him back to his clan and ask the plant tribe to arrange a guide for him, but Huayan is already too busy to take care of himself, let alone worry about his idle business.

Guihua is also very well-behaved. His parasitic body is Guihuatong, so he also continued to act with Guihuatong's skin. Now he has sent all Shumar to the operating table. I don't know what biochemical tests he is doing.

Huayan took Zong San back to the manmaru, explained the current situation to his own knife spirits in a few words, and began to treat Zong San's injuries.

Zong San was seriously injured this time. He was under a very powerful mental attack. He was injured in the soul rather than the body. It was no longer possible to cure it by simply putting it in the hand in the Pill. In order to cure his almost broken soul, Hua Yan could only reap a seed on him. With the help of the vines of the white bone rose, they were carefully connected together. The process was fine and there was no difference. Even Hua Yan himself was very tired.

But the current situation...it's still not much better.
To be continued...