Super God: From Ghost Rider to King of Fengdu

A blush appeared on her cheeks.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Wu Zhao coming closer to him again, giving him a suffocating hug, a long and lingering comfort.

Familiar temperature, familiar smell, familiar style!

He Xi instinctively stiffened his whole body, then put up a slight resistance.

Then it quickly developed into an enthusiastic response, and finally, in a daze, she was gently picked up by Wu Zhao and walked into the master bedroom amid He Xi's exclamations.

……

The next day.

He Xi woke up slowly.

He looked around at the quaint homes around him, and then stared at the empty space beside him for a long time.

A blush spread across her face.

It took a long while for He Xi to come back to his senses from his chaotic thoughts.

Recalling the completely unlike-her style of painting last night, He Xi felt so embarrassed that she almost lost her mind. She hurriedly grabbed a corner of the quilt and sealed herself up completely.

Crunch!

The door opened slightly.

Wu Zhao's familiar voice sounded outside the door:

"It's time to wake up, my goddess!"

He Xi poked out her little head, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, falling on the pillow.

The moment I saw Wu Zhao.

Certain memories once again attacked He Xi's messy heart, and she immediately said in shame and anger:

"Bah! You are so shameless. Who is your goddess?"

Wu Zhao leaned against the door.

With a strange smile:

"Isn't it? But I remember that you had already read out the oath of protection in the illusion? Besides, you kept asking me to call you teacher last night!"

Uh-huh! ——

He Xi couldn't hold back any longer.

"You're going to die!"

The red glow quickly spread to the neck like blood, and he grabbed the pillow and threw it at Wu Zhao!

It was just a soft pillow, but He Xi smashed it so hard that it whistled through the air and even created circles of sonic boom clouds!

He smiled and caught the flying pillow, then transferred it to He Xi.

Wu Zhao also stopped when she saw the good opportunity:

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, my good teacher. You don't want Zhixin and Yan to see something they shouldn't see when they come over later."

Say it.

Wu Zhao gently closed the door.

He returned to the rocking chair under the old tree and continued to lie there, basking in the cold sun that most people would avoid.

Recalling the difficult process of He Xi controlling the strange illusion last night.

Wu Zhao also sighed softly.

That's really dangerous.

With the enhanced substitute doll, He Xi has no worries about his life, but his thinking and self-definition are gradually lost in the confrontation with Li Gui.

If Wu Zhao had not walked out of He Xi's memory.

Provide guidance and comfort.

Soothe Hexi's nerves and reshape Hexi's correct cognition...

Even if He Xi last night could survive and control the illusion, he would lose his personality, not be able to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and not know who he is!

and then.

He Xi will become a madman who will doubt the reality at any time!

It really has come to that.

He Xi was also completely doomed!

This is the common dilemma faced by the group of ghost masters. It is a matter of life and death. It is also the reason why it is difficult to promote and the fundamental reason why this system is accompanied by death.

During the process, for a certain period of time, He Xi even placed all his hopes and authority on Wu Zhao.

Like a drowning person grasping at the last straw.

He Xi was desperately grasping his last ray of hope, so when He Xi's brain was filled with illusions and his thoughts and consciousness were invaded...

This is how the secret oath came about!

Since then.

He Xi became Wu Zhao's third guardian angel.

In this regard.

Even the angry Pipixi just now never intended to ignore it, but faced it calmly.

of course.

Wu Zhao is a typical example of someone who is always greedy for more.

King Tianji's style really makes him love it and almost obsessed... But, wouldn't it make people yearn for it even more if the master and the disciple were together to explore the wonderful world!

"Let's take it step by step. After all... there has to be a process."

"What do you mean by step by step, what process... Wu Zhao, you are not thinking of something messy again, are you?"

He Xi's sudden muttering caught Wu Zhao off guard.

Turn around and look back.

He just happened to see He Xi, who was wearing a silver gauze dress again, with her graceful body looming and extremely alluring, standing behind him in such a charming manner.

Wu Zhao was very frank:

"I was thinking about you and something even more outrageous."

This is the truth.

of course.

What he didn't say was that in addition to He Xi, Zhi Xin also had a share.

He Xi rolled his eyes and said helplessly:

"The tomboy is right. Men like you should be like those young angels. How can you not abstain from sexual desire?"

"If you keep going like this, you'll end up as a scumbag!"

“When the time comes, don’t blame me for serving you. I will cut you… hehe!”

Wu Zhao knew.

He Xiye 3.3 only talks in a high-sounding way, but in reality, he just acts with the instinctive sensibility of an angel who has his own guardian.

Wu Zhao firmly believed it.

Even if I become a scumbag like Grandpa Hua, no matter how dissatisfied He Xi is, she will follow me to the end.

Angel's Oath.

It is not just talk, it is the bottom line that angels adhere to as a creed for the rest of their lives!

of course.

Everyone curses Grandpa Hua.

Everyone wants to be Grandpa Hua.

The same was true for Wu Zhao, but she preferred a two-way relationship where both parties were in love and affectionate with each other.

Instead of being like Grandpa Hua, whose paintings are full of weird Teddy bear styles.

Therefore.

Wu Zhao did not follow He Xi's words, but focused on the main point:

"How did you suddenly teleport behind me just now?"

Chapter 282: The Talents and Gifts of He Xi, the Trickster

Hearing Wu Zhao's confusion, He Xi smiled proudly. This was indeed He Xi's masterpiece!

of course.

If it was the teleportation just now.

If it was micro-wormhole technology, Wu Zhao would never be so confused.

It's just micro-wormhole technology. It's not surprising that Wu Zhao, who has the ghost body of Emperor Fengdu, can also use this technology through supernatural powers.

of course.

If that were really the case, He Xi wouldn't be so proud that he almost floated in the air.

"Of course I use microscopic psychic!"

"Of course, I don't intend to micronize myself. What is micronized is the spatial distance between you and me!"

"I processed this space into a microcosm and incorporated it into the Weird Country. Then I personally went down and escaped into it. I directly crossed the microcosmic distance with my macroscopic body. I took a step and was behind you! What do you think? This move of mine is unstoppable, isn't it?"

Wu Zhao was stunned.

Then he silently gave He Xi a thumbs up.

"You cow!"

"I didn't expect that relying on the cooperation of the evil spirits that are only at the level of Bai Yuan..."

"You can then create a supernatural version of shrinking the earth into an inch!"

Ok?

He Xi's expression was stiff:

27 "Shrinking the Earth into an Inch?"

Wu Zhao nodded silently.

It means shrinking the distance into an inch!

The magical powers that are often mentioned in the Pan-Eastern civilization genealogy!

After seeing Wu Zhao nod in confirmation, He Xi became even more confused and asked blankly:

"First there are human immortals and celestial immortals, then true immortals and golden immortals, and then there are Taiyi Daluo... You also have a spiritual dimension that is evolving towards the concept of the underworld, plus... shrinking the earth into an inch!"

"Wu Zhao, you don't want to tell me that those Donghuang legends... are all true?"

Wu Zhao's eyes were smiling, but she just smiled and said nothing, as if she agreed.

He Xi: “…”

The mind is shaken, the three views are collapsed, and the spirit is in turmoil.

I'm talking about He Xi now.

At that moment, He Xi really felt like he had not yet escaped from the illusion and was still trapped in it, unable to distinguish between reality and falsehood!

Just as if.

The entire universe is nothing more than a stage constructed by poorly written data codes.

Right.