Chapter 1051

Everyone was dazed at Luo Yingxue's strange means.

In addition to Yu Yue, probably only the red fox knew that what Luo Shi showed was a kind of poison technique - "hair poison".

When the "snake hair" stabbed into the flower bud, the large black flower bud, which had been shaking like freezing, slowly returned to calm and did not move.

Luo Yingxue stopped moving.

The spring onion like fingers of both hands loosened, and the "purple snow reflecting the moon" did not fall. It was still suspended in the air and still made a sound. It turned out that it was a group of green butterflies flashing their wings and blowing the wind. Although it was not as melodious as the girl's own playing, it still had magical power.

The purple light of her feet and the blue light around her continue to envelop Luo Yingxue. She stabbed the flower bud with "hair poison" into klimoz's body and dragged each other into her fantasy

Chris Moz, who was swallowed by the big flowers of poisonous insects growing from her body, was in the dark of claustrophobia. Her nose was filled with strange fragrance. The temperature was hot and humid. She was like being in the lumen of insects and animals. Her inner panic could not be described in words. She felt that she was about to corrode and melt, and she could only earn money madly, but in vain. Her voice was hoarse and had no response.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came!

Not one point, but multiple points. I feel that at least three or five parts of my body have been pierced by something, including very important and sensitive parts.

She could not see what it was, but felt it tough, sharp and fragrant.

Stinger?!!

The sharp pain made her crazy. She thought she was dying, so she struggled even harder.

However, three seconds later, klimoz stopped struggling. She was in a trance and weak all over. She felt that although she was down-to-earth, she was falling

Fall

I don't know how long later, the darkness faded and klimoz regained the light. Surrounded by mountains, a beautiful village like a paradise filled with vision.

The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. The water is like jade. The surrounding mountains are very high and large, which makes the village very small. Looking from the mountain, the village is like a small, beautiful and natural bonsai.

It's so beautiful. It's like a fantasy

No, this is fantasy!

As a spiritual warlock who often creates illusions for others, klimoz was alert at the first time.

River Valley, flowing water, green bamboo, waterwheel, farmland, cottage and ten mile peach blossom are like an oriental classical poem.

Chris Moz is sure she's never been to this place in the future.

People can't, or it's difficult to, enter a fantasy without a little realistic foundation.

Because too strange environment is easy to make people alert and suspicious, resulting in the collapse of illusion and the failure of illusion.

On the contrary, the more familiar the illusion created based on personal experience, the more immersive and relaxed the vigilance.

This is not my fantasy

This is someone else's fantasy

This is the illusion of the female Gu master!

When Chris Moz thought of this, the female demagogue appeared.

Dressed in costumes with Chinese national characteristics, she rolled up her sleeves and trouser legs and caught fish in the seedling field.

She had quick eyes and quick hands. She caught one by one. In just a few minutes, three or five small, lively fish were thrown on the ridge, enough to eat.

Klimoz watched her come out of the seedling field, raised the back of her hand and wiped her sweat. The muddy water soiled her clothes, trousers and face, but did not pollute her feet at all.

Her feet are as white as jade. They look great.

When the sun fell, she looked at Chris Moz and grinned. Although her eyes were dull, her smile was like an elf in the mountains and rivers, showing the same beauty as the mountains and rivers.

Then, the female Gu master put down her sweat wiping hand and took out the gourd silk pinned to her waist. Instead of playing music, she blew a loud syllable.

The high voice is the whistle, and the villagers in the village gather from all directions