My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 295: Wait a minute, lady, I am Ye Wuyou
"Wait a minute, lady."

The sharp sword tip was pressed against the man's neck, and the man in front of him was half-kneeling on the ground, his hair was slightly disheveled, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was obviously a little stiff, but he still forced a smile to himself.

"I am your colleague..."

Lu Caiwei was suddenly at a loss. She didn't know why she stopped the sword at that moment.

Was it because of the words of the man in front of her? Or was it because of something else?
But he seems to be a real human being.

In the dark and silent dungeon, with a faint candlelight flickering gently, Lu Caiwei listened to the man telling a somewhat bizarre story.

Oh, is he so miserable...

Xia Anmeng's voice rang in her heart.

"Kill him now, he is lying to you and taking you for a fool."

"This person has no reaction to erosion."

Lu Caiwei remained skeptical of Xia Anmeng's words.

She never thought of herself as stupid.

They are quite smart.

She saved the strange man who suddenly appeared in front of her. According to him, his name was Ye Wuyou.

"Wait, wait for the warden to use his magical powers to rescue us and get us out."

One day, two days, three days...

Lu Caiwei seldom spoke, because she had been stuttering since she was a child. Whenever she saw the impatient look in others' eyes, she gradually spoke less and less.

On the contrary, it was Ye Wuyou...

The young man obviously had never practiced spiritual cultivation before, and sometimes he couldn't sit still and wanted to chat with her.

He often squatted beside her these past few days, seemingly talking to her, but it didn't seem as if he expected her to answer.

Instead, he often muttered something to himself that she couldn't understand.

"Hey, Lu Caiwei, you know, people only realize they have slept after they wake up."

"You know, it takes time for sound to propagate. We are talking face to face, but I am in the past and you are in the future."

"Well, Lu Caiwei, do you find it strange? Why do people ask for marriage in abstinent temples and ask about their lives from the abbot who never goes out?"

There are many more words like this...

Lu Caiwei naturally did not answer.

Master Xia Anmeng said in her heart.

"Tsk, this kid must be mentally retarded."

But Xia Anmeng then let out another soft exclamation, as if he was lost in some kind of thought.

Lu Caiwei blinked.

As time went by, the strange erosion caused the pain in her mind to become more and more intense and piercing, but whenever she heard Ye Wuyou's strange remarks, her cold eyes would always flicker slightly.

The young man sat on the steps in front of her, one hand on his legs, his head on the other, chatting to himself in a general manner.

He is obviously young and not from a wealthy family, but he is eloquent and his experiences seem to have taken him to all parts of the world.

When he was excited, he was in high spirits, waving one hand in front of him as if gesturing something, and laughing like a young man.

From time to time, he would secretly look back and glance at me, as if he wanted to see his own reaction.

Lu Caiwei just sat upright with a cold expression, as if she didn't care at all.

Only after the man turned around would a faint, barely perceptible smile occasionally appear at the corners of her mouth.

This person speaks very strangely.

But it’s so interesting…

In the Lu family, she has always been alone.

Whether it was the period when he was gifted and talented, or the period when his practice was fading, he had always been alone.

It was just that the words of admiration and praise from the people around him gradually turned into ridicule and mockery.

After coming to Dayan, even though she joined the Heavenly Prison, she kept using missions and practice to numb herself, as if she had never understood this world.

But now...

Snow-capped mountains, deserts, green hills and beautiful waters, I will never be able to see them again.

When the weirdness had eroded her mind to a terrifying degree, Lu Caiwei felt severe pain in her brain and body, and she found that she couldn't even hurt herself.

She didn't know what she did or what she said. She just felt a black screen in front of her eyes. When she woke up again, she was already on the man's warm back.

At that time, Ye Wuyou had not yet undergone systematic training, and her lower body was extremely unstable. The girl's body kept rising and falling with the man's steps, but she felt very relaxed.

And then... when I stepped into the cage, I was swept up by a huge force.

She didn't see anything, but only heard the man's angry words.

"Let her go if you can, and come at me."

Then she fell unconscious.

The man's voice also stopped abruptly...

Lying on the cold ground, the last thing she saw was Ye Wuyou walking forward with a sword in hand.

The screen changed again.

During this time, she was in a cave in the deserted mountains, sitting beside an extinguished campfire in a daze. Her master Xia Anmeng appeared illusoryly, touched her head, and then leaned against her, looking at the scene of the starry night in the mountains singing softly.

There was also Lu Qingshan's gentle exhortations to her, and he would also pick up books to teach her carefully, telling her not to focus entirely on improving her realm.

There is also such a picture...

At the Jixia Academy in the capital, he held in his hand something that looked like a sugar cube but was actually a pill and stared at it for a long time.

Then he was eaten by Ye Wuyou who suddenly appeared in front of him. He wanted to learn sword at that time.

Then I will teach him swordsmanship.

In the tomb passage of Jixia Academy, after she knocked Ye Wuyou away with a punch, she protected him and slammed him against the wall. She looked at him staring blankly at her chest, with an expression of some reluctance and regret.

She felt her face slightly flushed at that time, but she also felt... a little funny.

When these past scenes flashed in her mind like a picture scroll, Lu Caiwei felt confused.

Is this the inner demon tribulation?
Lu Caiwei felt...very beautiful.

So what exactly should I do?

Her doubts did not last long.

The colorful painting seemed to have lost its color at this moment.

A sense of tearing suddenly came over me.

The Imperial Palace in Beijing.

The dark night and the bloody wind spread far and wide.

Ye Wuyou died before her.

The murderous intent rose to the top of his heart and covered the edge of his sword.

She went forward with the sword, but was outmatched.

When she dragged her tired body back to the hall, she saw corpses all over the floor and heard the news of Lu Qingshan's death.

She held the sword and remained silent for a long time in the night breeze.

She also has a master.

Xia Anmeng accompanied her for a very long way.

Until in Nanning City, until at this moment, until right before our eyes.

Xia Anmeng's soul was devoured in an instant, without even a trace left, and disappeared before her eyes.

Shattered, shattered, the entire picture was completely torn into pieces and turned into powder.

At that time, she had already fallen into the calamity of inner demons.

There was only one thought in my mind, just one thought and one sword.

The inner demon completely controlled Lu Caiwei's body, and the sword of killing became the master of this body.

But for some reason, there was a picture that kept echoing in my mind.

Obviously all the images have been shattered, but that one picture keeps appearing. No matter how many times it is shattered, it will still appear.

That was the scene that appeared after Ye Wuyou's voice in the outside world sounded and he clasped his hands together.

[From this moment on, you are her inner demon]

There was no Lu Qingshan, no Xia Anmeng, and no other people in the picture.

Only Ye Wuyou.

Starting again from the initial acquaintance, we walked all the way to the final capital.

Ye Wuyou's body turned into powder in front of her, chopped into pieces by the man's knife, leaving no trace.

the first time.

The flesh and blood turned into powder.

the second time.

the third time.

the fourth time.

tenth time.

No matter how beautiful the previous scene is, the last scene is always the destined ending and cannot be changed.

This picture was like a spell, playing hundreds and thousands of times until it finally flashed rapidly. I don't know how many times it played.

The impression deepened over and over again, until his cluttered mind was filled with Ye Wuyou's figure, living, dying, living, and dying.

Lu Caiwei was on the verge of collapse.

The picture stopped.

She opens her eyes.

But he was defeated by the inner demon.

A cold murderous intent appeared in her empty eyes. She didn't know who she was, nor did she know what she was going to do.

She only knew that she was going to kill people and go completely crazy.

She thrust a sword at the person in front of her.

The huge force of the sword pushed the man in front of her down, the ground collapsed, and the man half-knelt in front of her.

She swung the sword again, and the sharp tip of the sword reached the opponent's neck.

But a voice, a familiar voice, a voice that had been played thousands of times suddenly rang out.

The sound entered my ears, echoed in my heart, and floated to my mind.

"Wait a minute, lady."

The girl looked down with empty eyes.

The sharp sword tip was pressed against the man's neck, and the man in front of him was half-kneeling on the ground, his hair was slightly disheveled, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his expression was obviously a little stiff, but he still forced a smile to himself.

"I am Ye Wuyou."

(End of this chapter)