Let Me Game in Peace

The pattern on the lamp shone, and the flames spontaneously flared around, and the flames spontaneously swayed at the mouth of the lamp. Enchanting dance.

Zhou Wen’s eyes were attracted by the fascinating lamp flame, as if the lamp flame was the most beautiful woman in the world, and people couldn’t help but sink into it, unable to look away from the lamp flame.

Zhou Wen was extremely tenacious and felt something was wrong. He forced his eyes away from the flames.

But when he looked away from the lamp flames, he was attracted by the flashing patterns on the copper lamps. At this time, Zhou Wen suddenly discovered that those patterns were not pure patterns, but an ancient text. The magical power contained in it is countless times more powerful than the lamp flame, making Zhou Wen unable to help but be attracted by it.

“How is this!” Zhou Wen’s left-hand finger suddenly moved by himself, beating like a piano playing unconsciously, but his consciousness didn’t let his finger do anything at all.

Zhou Wen wanted to use his other hand to control his left hand, but the fingers of the other hand also moved.

Soon, not only his fingers, Zhou Wen’s body moved uncontrollably. This movement was not irregular. Zhou Wen found that his body was dancing.

Zhou Wen has never been exposed to dance and has no interest in dance. He wo n’t even watch dance shows, but at this time, he is like a professional dancer, his body seems to follow a certain rhythm of music. And dancing, doing all kinds of actions that he had never thought of before.

What’s more, his dance moves are all women’s dance moves, very charming, light and elegant.

But a big man jumped out, but it seemed very funny. If Li Xuan saw Zhou Wen dance this kind of dance here, I was afraid to lie on the ground with a smile.

Zhou Wen tried hard to control himself, but it was useless. He switched between several types of origin qi art continuously, but all of them were useless. The body twisted more and more, and there were a lot of them similar to winking. Actions.

Soon Zhou Wen discovered that his movement was exactly the same as the beating of the lamp flame, as if he was controlled by the lamp flame.

“Damn … this is what the hell …” Zhou Wen felt like he was going crazy.

As Zhou Wen’s dance jumped faster and faster, the originally automatic Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture slowed down, and as Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture slowed down, Zhou Wen’s body gradually slowed down.

When Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture stopped working completely, Zhou Wen’s body also stopped writhing completely.

But in the next second, the origin qi inside the body is flowing wildly, but it is no longer the line of Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture, but another origin qi art that Zhou Wen has never practiced.

“The pattern on the oil lamp is also an origin qi art?” Zhou Wen was surprised, but rejoiced.

This origin qi art is very weird. It is different from the origin qi art that Zhou Wen has come into contact with before. It seems to have countless strange mutations, sometimes light and graceful, and sometimes torrential rain. The impulse to dance in the air.

Time passed by one minute and one second, when Zhou Wen restored control of himself, his body had also become that kind of origin qi art.

The oil lamp originally suspended in the air suddenly lost all its light, fell to the ground, and restored its original appearance.

Zhou Wen was trying to pick up the oil lamp, but suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body. The newly-formed origin qi art suddenly dissipated, and Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture restarted.

It’s just that the operation of this time is different from any previous time. Origin qi spreads throughout the body, flowing like blood.

Bang!

Zhou Wen just felt a buzz in his brain, and a voice was echoing constantly.

“If God rebelled against me, I would cut God … if immortal rebelled against me, I would cut off immortal … not with divine language … not with immortal … I am me …” The voice was impudent and mad, but there was again This kind of scary magic, but also makes whole body blood boiling, there seems to be something in the heart surging, I can’t help to make a hole in the sky.

This voice, Zhou Wen, is no stranger. During the countless nights he practiced Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture, the voice kept whispering in his ears, but before, he couldn’t even hear what the voice was saying.

Today he finally heard what the voice was. It was a woman’s voice, but it had a breathtaking momentum, as if all the creatures of All Heavens and Myriad Realms were to be struck at her feet.

Although Zhou Wen only heard this voice, a picture emerged in his mind involuntarily. Countless gods and Buddhas lay on the ground and worshipped at a woman, like a pilgrimage.

Unfortunately, this is only Zhou Wen’s own imagination, and she can’t see the face of the woman clearly. She only feels her temperament is incomparable, it seems to be aloof and remote, but it is not the kind of holy and immortal aura.

The voice in my head was getting weaker and weaker, and it seemed to be about to fall apart. In the end, it was almost obscure.

Zhou Wen faintly heard that at the end there was a sentence that was slightly different from the previous repeated sentence: “Revisit … Sun … Xianyu … Shi …”

It was just that the voice was too low at the back, and it was about to fall apart. I couldn’t hear the complete sentence at all.

Bang!

Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture running inside the body seemed to explode, and the cells in the whole body seemed to bloom together, making Zhou Wen wonder whether his body was Self-destruction.

Corruption … constant corruption …

Zhou Wen felt that his consciousness had fallen into the deep sea, constantly falling, and constantly sinking, and finally consciousness was completely submerged in darkness.

Since practicing Immortal Bewilderment’s Scripture, Zhou Wen hasn’t really slept for a long time.

Every time he fell asleep, no matter when and where, there would be a voice whispering in his ears, like the Buddha chanting the scriptures, and like the devil’s temptation.

Coupled with the suffocating experience of ghost presses, if it is replaced by others, I am afraid that it will already be crazy.

Zhou Wen desperately to play games every day, of course, he wants to improve his power, but there is no idea of ​​wanting to escape from sleep.

To this day, the kind of evil spirit-ridden feeling has finally completely dissipated. Zhou Wen’s sleep is extremely sweet and smooth, as if there is nothing more happy in the world than a good sleep.

When Zhou Wen woke up, he stretched a lazy waist, only feeling comfortable and letting him almost groan, and the cells in the whole body seemed to be making comfortable cheers.

Zhou Wen pressed his palm on the bed and wanted to sit down, but with one click, his body bounced up, hitting his head against the ceiling, and half of his head hit the ceiling made of reinforced concrete. , Just hung from the ceiling.