The silver-haired beauty pursed her cherry red lips, her light-colored eyes were calm, and she made a fist with one hand, and slammed it on the stone wall on the side, her indifferent temperament was no longer there, and her bewitching face was a little embarrassed.

"Damn ......"

With aura, Fu Yue's life can be hanged.

Shen Yun consulted the classics for a few days before he found a barely feasible solution.

Reinvent the sea.

Put your consciousness into Fu Yue's dream, recreate a sea of knowledge for her, and then pull her consciousness back to reality.

Needless to say, such a practice of changing one's life against the sky, no one has ever succeeded in the past, and it may not be both.

At this time, Shen Yun had to think about a problem.

Picking Fu Yue back, the original intention was to raise it casually as a spirit pet, if it was just like that, he wouldn't have to bother so much.

To save or not to save?

The silver-haired bewitching beauty was silent for a moment, then smiled slowly.

The answer is already obvious.

He has been worrying all his life, and it is rare to meet such a little girl, so suitable for his appetite.

Nature is meant to be saved.

If it succeeds, then everyone is happy, and if it doesn't, it's just a fight for their lives.

Death, what is there to fear?

……

In the realm of illusion.

Shen Yun slowly opened his eyes, his curly and thick eyelashes were stained with a little snowflakes, and his vision was a little confused.

The air was filled with a slight moisture that belonged to snow, and the canopy that was supposed to be a warm orange color was obscured by dark clouds.

The snow is not big, but it still shiveres after a long time, and the wind and snow will blow around you from time to time.

Shen Yun brushed the moisture at the tips of his hair, and the coolness of the snow was faintly heard from his fingertips, and he casually glanced at the snow on his fingertips.

Then, his eyes froze there, a little stunned in disbelief.

It was a small hand, and it was barely clear that the joints were quite slender, white and tender, and it was obviously a child's hand.

Shen Yun slowly stood up.

He found one thing, and he was only a small part of the distance from the ground.

“……”

He turned into a little turnip head.

The spiritual power is also gone.

The child was wearing a black cloak, the fabric was soft, and it looked very thin, and it couldn't stop the wind and snow at all.

He had barely stood up when a flying snowball hit his skull.

The child snapped and fell to the thick snow, face to the ground.

“……”

In the distance, the giggling voices of three or four children could be heard, "Stoned him, stoned that little monster." ”

"My mother said that that white-haired monster will bring disaster."

"Yes, yes, my mother said the same thing......"

Accompanied by flying snowballs, and large and small stones, all smashed on Shen Yun's small body.

With his fingers supporting the snow, with a slight force, the child barely stood up, stepping on the thick snow under his feet, staggering and unsteady, and his back looked a little pitiful.

He seems to be being bullied.

Or being bullied by a group of small children.

Shen Yun fell into a long silence, his light-colored eyes raised, and he looked at a few children not far away, his fair and delicate face was calm, and his gaze seemed to be looking at a few dead people.

opened Zhang Yanhong's soft lips, and the child's soft and indifferent voice sounded.

"I don't know what to do, but I see that you are looking for death...... Sneeze. ”

Before he finished his cruel words, Shen Yun sneezed very unfiguratively.

Frozen like this.

“……”

He forgot, he doesn't have spiritual power now.

Now it's a pitiful little who is bullied casually.