After entering the night, ghosts in the desert came out in full bloom and searched for food everywhere. The desert was rare and there was no soul for a long time. It was rare that a soul came, but Nian Junyao, who had no fear and no sacredness. They had been hungry for many years. The more powerful people were, the deeper they were, the more they ate. After knowing that another soul came to the desert, the ghosts all rushed to Nian Junyao and Xue Lan.

"Master, these ghosts just sound terrifying and have no power. If you are strong, you will definitely not be afraid of them."

Xue Lan didn't take the ghost to heart, she had never been to the desert, and had heard of it a little, and she had fallen into the Ten Thousand Demon Caves. The Ten Thousand Demon Caves in the Demon Realm are already a terrifying place, and they are also a group of ghosts. She has experienced it, so she did not feel terrifying.

The ghosts gathered outside the door, and the sound was sharp. Nian Junyao and Xue Lan both used their spiritual power to resist the sound outside. The effect was excellent, but gradually, Xue Lan had an illusion.

That was the life of Nian Junyao in Beihai for many years.

She seemed to have returned to that time.

That was her best memory, almost hidden in her heart, Xue Lan seemed to possess her memory.

"Brother..."

"Alan, give it a try. This is my newly learned pastry. Is it sweet?"

Xue Lan took a bite and smiled, "Sweet."

Nian Junyao fed her desserts bit by bit. Xue Lan felt very happy and was very relaxed. Nian Junyao half hugged her and enjoyed the snow together.

Nian Junyao was playing the flute and enjoying the snow. Xue Lan was cooking tea aside, and the atmosphere was very warm.

As the picture turned, the two of them were on the bed, their limbs intertwined, and their hands were tightly clasped together when they were in love.

"Alan..."

The fragrance is dripping with sweat, and the faint fragrance floats.

Xue Lan was almost addicted to such hallucinations.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Master, wake up."

Nian Junyao was shocked when he saw Xue Lan not moving. He thought that Xue Lan would not be immersed in the hallucinations with such high strength. Unexpectedly, Xue Lan almost didn't resist much and was pulled into the abyss by the hallucinations.

Moreover, she didn't want to wake up.

"Master!"

Nian Junyao was very anxious, but he didn't know what to do. What should he do if his master becomes like this?

But the more you are addicted to illusions, the more you will be torn apart. If the master has such high strength and cultivation, if he is torn apart, it will definitely be the favorite meal of ghosts.

"You guys go away and don't touch my master!"

"Go away, go away!"

The ghost rushed up, surrounded Xue Lan, and devoured her illusions. The hallucinations were all his illusions. This strong desire, coupled with her cultivation, was the ghosts' favorite food.

"Master, wake up quickly, that's an illusion." Nian Junyao hugged Xue Lan, trying to use his own warmth to make Xue Lan feel consciousness and make Xue Lan wake up.

But Xue Lan was indifferent.

Because of fear, Nian Junyao also began to be entangled by ghosts, because fear and ** are both nutrients for ghosts.

"Ah..." Nian Junyao covered his head in pain, trying to drive away the ghost in his mind. They seemed to be devouring his soul, which was particularly painful, leaving him with nowhere to hide.

This feeling of peeling off the elixir made him desperate and painful.

"Master!" Nian Junyao lay on the ground in despair, looking at Xue Lan who was entangled by ghosts, feeling particularly painful and almost crying. It was his fault. If he had not fallen into the desert, the master would not have come to the desert and would not have been entangled by ghosts.

It's all his fault.

It's all his fault.
Chapter completed!