Master's Chief Disciple

Chapter 674 Why do you have so many useless chapters?

The sudden sound surprised them, but the entire sea of ​​mist and clouds could not detect the other party's presence.

"Who are you and why are you playing tricks on us?"

"Where did you hide her? Hand her over."

"Such childish behavior, do you think we are three-year-old children?"

"..."

The discussion continued, becoming more and more intense, while the people in the dark laughed even more wildly, not intending to make any explanation.

"If you are not in a hurry, it's fine."

Hundreds of whirlpools of different colors appeared around, and everyone was hesitant. Some people tried to go to the Yunkun Mountains, but were killed on the spot by a burst of energy.

The screams of women were heard in the whirlpool. I didn't know which man was screaming out of control. Then more women screamed one after another.

Many people screamed like crazy and cast spells into the air out of control, trying to find the person in the dark.

Song Yunmo explored all the whirlpools, and found that they were all created imaginary places, but the monsters, the Shura clan, and other heinous monks were real.

The only thing he didn't find was Mu Huayan's trace. Could it be that she had broken free from the illusion? With her strength, this small illusion couldn't control her at all.

"Sir, what's wrong? Aren't you in a hurry to find your ideal wife?"

Wherever Song Yunmo's spiritual sense passed, the hidden people would immediately dodge. Many people entered the vortex, and he was the only one wandering here.

"What is your intention? Why don't you dare come out to see me?"

His treacherous laughter echoed in the void, and he kept flashing around Song Yunmo, "It seems that I have offended someone I shouldn't have offended."

A glowing object was thrown out, and Song Yunmo caught it steadily. It was the gold medal he gave to Mu Huayan.

"Where did you hide her?"

"Why doesn't the Human Emperor go in and look for it himself? Haha."

The moment Mu Huayan was teleported away, she could have broken through the illusion and escaped, but she didn't. Instead, she sent the gold medal away, which happened to be picked up by this person.

Song Yunmo held the gold medal tightly with a solemn expression, but unexpectedly found words engraved on the lower right corner of the gold medal:

"Join the game and look for me."

He then urged the remaining aura above, and soon a golden vortex opened in the void.

The people in the dark were furious, "As expected of the Human Emperor, he found the real entrance in just a few moves."

The real entrance? Could it be that all those were fake?

Shadows of long swords flew towards Song Yunmo, but they did not hit him. Song Yunmo turned into a ray of light and rushed into the vortex.

A man in green brocade clothes appeared, with a slight smile on his face, "Even if the person next to you is Mu Huayan, you two are destined to die in the illusion."

This person is Yuan Yu, the elder of Tianhuo Pavilion. The previous plan was also entrusted by Wen Qin'er, with the purpose of killing Song Yunmo. Who made him reject Wen Qin'er and embarrass her in public?

"Song Yunmo, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself. Even if you brought three thousand secret guards, what would it be of any use?"

The fantasy world that Mu Huayan was in was in a peaceful manor, where many spiritual plants and flowers were planted, and many spiritual beasts were raised.

Several children were playing and having fun with the spirit animals;

There were many dried medicinal herbs on the shelves. The sun was warm and it was spring. The manor was full of joy.

Many unfamiliar faces crowded outside the wooden gate, all of them showing joy.

After Song Yunmo looked around, he found that he was wearing a festive red dress. Just as he was stunned, a figure walked out of the wooden house.

"You are Song Yunmo, right?"

"I'm her brother, why don't you go in?"

The visitor pointed to a wooden house on the left that was decorated very festively. There were red silk and a big red "囍" character hanging on the window.

The branches of the big tree near the door were also wrapped with red silk flowers, and underfoot was a red brocade carpet that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Several people scattered red petals from the roof of the manor, and the scene almost made him believe it.

But I never expected that her inner world was so peaceful and tranquil, without a trace of pollutants.

He didn't understand why Mu Huayan wanted to fall into this trap, so he took one step forward, two steps, three steps.

After forty steps, he reached her house and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His heart was beating non-stop. Everything was fake.

"Mu Huayan, it's time to wake up."

Mu Huayan, who was waiting impatiently in the inner room, got angry and lifted the red brocade curtain without saying a word. The door was opened heavily.

"You! Do you really want to marry me?"

Song Yunmo stood there in a daze. She only saw that her face, which was lightly smeared with rouge and powder, looked very delicate and her cheeks were slightly rosy.

Her every smile and frown was captivating, her slender waist was like a tightly bound silk ribbon, and when she was distracted, Mu Huayan pulled his ear unhappily.

"Have you seen enough?"

Before he could come to his senses, there were continuous boos and laughter all around, as if people were laughing at the man's dull expression.

Mu Huayan stood in front of the red table and picked up the wine on the table. Song Yunmo was still holding the wine glass and had not come back to his senses.

"You, do you still remember yourself..."

"Why do you talk so much nonsense?"

After the two of them finished drinking the wedding wine, Mu Huayan breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s finally done, but I still feel like something is missing.”

"It seems there is nothing here that I want..."

At this point she suddenly had a splitting headache, "Every time this happens, I get a headache. Are you the real Song Yunmo?"

"This can't be an illusion, right?"

Mu Huayan pinched his cheeks, then hugged his waist with both hands and leaned on his chest.

"It's great! The day I've been dreaming of has finally come."

"But...... "

Song Yunmo trembled all over, and he didn't hug her with his half-raised hands. "But... you should wake up. All this is fake."

"Fake? Song Yunmo, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Aren't you happy? We are finally together, and we will be together forever. We will never be apart again."

Mu Huayan lay on her back with her hands spread out on the soft red bed, rolling back and forth in joy. Seeing that he remained expressionless and looked worried,

She immediately pulled him down, leaned on his shoulder, and smiled happily, "Brother is by my side, you are by my side, Mu Qing and the others are also..."

She paused, lifted his chin, and asked him to look at her. "Hey, are you stupid? Today is our wedding day."

"Can't you just smile?"

"Song Yunmo, is this true?"

Mu Huayan approached him, lowered her eyes, and let him go after a few breaths of stalemate. Just as she stood up, he grabbed her arm and the red gauze curtain fell.

She shook off her coat, and her fair and tender shoulders gave off an alluring fragrance like an apple. Their breathing intertwined, and Mu Huayan responded to him, but fragments of memories kept flashing through her mind.

When they separated, her red lips were swollen, with dots of red rouge around them, and tears at the corners of her eyes.

"Song Yunmo, you..."

She knelt up and raised her hand to hit him, but he grabbed her wrist and pressed her against the wall. A tingling sensation spread across her neck and armpits.

Sometimes she bit and sometimes she licked, her body trembling slightly, her left hand tightly grasping his clothes, she spoke with difficulty, "Song Yunmo, um."

Her lips were blocked again, and she had no strength to resist, allowing him to forcefully pry open her teeth. Seeing her limp in his arms, gasping for breath, a smile of victory appeared on the corner of her mouth.

A trace of red murderous aura entangled his body. Seeing this, he covered his head in pain, trying to wake himself up.

Song Yunmo knelt on the ground, and the clothes that were messed up by her fell to the ground. Mu Huayan was puzzled, and hurriedly got down to the ground, holding his face.

Seeing the evil spirit that was lingering around him, no matter how she tried, it was useless. "Song Yunmo, can you hear me?"