Chapter 261: The Cold Immortal Venerable Is Crazy (26)

The silver-haired beauty pursed her cherry-red lips and calmed her light-colored eyes. With one hand, she punched hard on the stone wall beside her. Her indifferent demeanor was gone, and her charming face was a bit embarrassed.

"damn it……"

Use aura to hang Fu Yue's life.

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

Reshape the sea of ​​consciousness.

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

Needless to say, it is dangerous. Such a practice of changing fate against the sky has never been successful in the past and present. If it is not guaranteed, both of them will die.

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

The original intention of picking up Fu Yue was to treat it as a spiritual pet and raise it casually. If that was the case, he wouldn't have to bother so much.

To save or not to save?

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

The answer is already obvious.

He, Shen Yun, had nothing to worry about in his life, and it was rare to meet such a little girl who suited his appetite so well.

Nature is to be saved.

If it succeeds, then everyone will be happy, if not, it will only cost one life.

death, what fear.

...

In the realm of illusion.

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

A slight humidity of snow water spread in the air, and the sky that should have been warm orange was covered by dark clouds.

The snow is not heavy, but it will still shiver after being hit for a long time, and the swaying wind and snow will blow past me from time to time.

Shen Yun brushed the water vapor from the tip of his hair, and the coolness of snow water came from his fingertips. He casually glanced at the snow on his fingertips.

Then, his eyes froze there abruptly, somewhat astonished in disbelief.

This is a small hand, the joints can barely be seen to be slender, white and tender, obviously a child's hand.

Shen Yun stood up slowly.

He discovered one thing, the distance between himself and the ground was only a small amount.

"..."

He turned into a little carrot head.

The spiritual power is also gone.

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

As soon as he stood up, he was hit in the head by a snowball flying towards him.

The child slapped and fell on the thick snow with his face on the ground.

"..."

In the distance came the laughter of three or four children, "Smash him to death, smash that little monster to death."

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

"That's right, that's what my mother said..."

Accompanied by the flying snowballs, as well as large and small stones, they all fell on Shen Yun's small body.

Holding the snow with his fingers, with a little force, the child barely stood up, stepped on the thick snow under his feet, wobbly and unsteady, his back looked a bit pitiful.

He seems to have been bullied.

Still being bullied by a group of kids.

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

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

"I don't know what's good or bad, I think you are looking for death... Ah Choo."

Before the harsh words were finished, Shen Yun sneezed in an incongruous way.

frozen like this.

"..."

He forgot, he has no spiritual power now.

Now he is a poor little boy who is bullied casually.