The Good for Nothing Young Lady’s Otherworldly Domination

The power of Lin Haoxue's thoughts is black, which is different from the power of thought of many curses. When he was sent to the auction house, Lin Haoxue's thought power once caused Master Liao's surprised and complicated expression. Even the mysterious Master Liao can't tell whether her black idea is a blessing or a curse. The mystery of her idea can be seen from this.

But now, the power of Lin Haoxue ’s mind has changed. The strand of thought just entered Mo Xuan ’s sea of ​​knowledge and immediately turned into green. It is a kind of vigorous and rich green, which seems to contain infinite vitality. In terms of the sea of ​​others' thoughts, the power of Lin Haoxue's thoughts is the source of vitality.

"Snapped."

This is the sound of the mind settled.

"Booming."

That was the sound that caused the upheaval.

As soon as Lin Haoxue's power of thought settled in Mo Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge, he immediately caused a violent reaction. The sound of thundering sounded like Mo Xuan's sea of ​​knowledge suddenly appeared a spring eye, and countless waves erupted from it.

In an instant, countless torrents of thoughts emerged around that drop of green thoughts, almost forming a huge flood vortex, all surging around the force of Lin Haoxue's thoughts, imposing.

Such a violent reaction completely surprised Lin Haoxue's surprise, and she was a little hesitant for a moment. Since she was able to read what was written in the curse, she often read through it and learned a lot of information about the curse that she couldn't get from reality. She remembered very clearly that the thoughts recorded in the curse guided her. That is, the thoughts of others enter the originally dry sea of ​​consciousness. In this way, the foreign ideas are introductions, which are used to attract the master's idea to gather, and gradually form a sea of ​​consciousness full of the power of the idea. At this time, the original exhausted master will recover.

Therefore, even she did not understand why this situation has evolved now. Her original thoughts were only used as introductions, but now she has become the center of Mo Xuan ’s understanding of the sea, and Mo Xuan ’s original thoughts seem to become vassals instead. .

However, seeing the continuous flood of consciousness in Mo Xuan ’s sea of ​​knowledge, and knowing that Mo Xuan ’s thoughts are constantly recovering, Lin Haoxue ’s heart gradually let go. Although unexpected, the ending was not too bad. So she gradually carefully cut off the connection between herself and the already-settled idea, and controlled the power of her idea to withdraw from Mo Xuan's consciousness and let her recover.

Leaving Mo Xuan's knowledge of the sea, but Lin Haoxue did not immediately return to God, but still sat cross-legged, using the cultivation method he learned from the curse to hone his ideas, making it more pure and condensed.

Because she was attentive, she did not see the changes that happened to Mo Xuan.

She didn't see it, but others outside the field saw that Mo Xuan's face continued to recover at this moment, from the original deadly blue and white gradually showing a healthy ruddy, breathing was more uniform and long, seeing this change, all People who care about Mo Xuan are gradually relieved, even including Shen Molian who is watching coldly.

Even a young mercenary was already kneeling beside Mo Xuan, involuntarily called a little leader, and then looked at Mo Xuan's face intently, watching the slightest change in his expression, his expression serious and devout, looking It's a bit cute.

Seems to have heard the call.

Mo Xuan's closed eyelids trembled, as if struggling hard, in the end, finally opened.

It seemed to be telepathic. The moment Mo Xuan's eyes opened, Lin Haoxue also opened her eyes. They both met each other's eyes. Both saw their own shadows in the eyes of each other.

Lin Haoxue quickly retracted his eyes, stood up, and didn't notice that Mo Xuan's attention had been pursuing her, nor did he notice that when Mo Xuan retracted his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was obscure.

"Sir leader, you finally woke up." The young mercenary kneeling beside him cried in surprise.

"Um." Looking at the youngest mercenary in front of the group and the shortest time to join the group, and then looking at these companions who live with each other day and night, Mo Xuan nodded slowly, and he felt warm.

"Young Master, are you awake?" Watching himself almost seeing the big Mo Xuan from a young age, he was almost alive with tears in his eyes, his voice trembling slightly.

"I'm fine, Uncle Ran." Mo Xuan smiled and said to Uncle Ran, "It makes you worry."

"Where, as long as you are awake." Uncle Ran quickly restored calmness, maybe his heart was still not calm, but there was nothing on the surface.

In this space, Mo Xuan has stood up, walked in front of Lin Haoxue, and thanked Lin Haoxue: "Thank you."

"Brother Mo Xuan is polite, have you saved me at all, haven't you?" Lin Haoxue responded politely.

I don't know why, there was a weird feeling in her heart, she seemed to hear Mo Xuan's simple thank you for the endless meaning. Although Mo Xuan's sentence seemed very common, Lin Haoxue felt it strangely, which was a magical tacit understanding.

She seemed to be able to read Mo Xuan's words.

"Let's go back to the magic city now." Mo Xuan didn't say much, but after looking at Lin Haoxue deeply, he immediately turned back to Ran Shu.

Uncle Ran did not object to Mo Xuan's decision, and other people naturally did not object. So, these people immediately decided to go back to the magic city first.

Without a word, I quickly returned to the original hotel.

The restaurant, when viewed from the outside, was nothing strange, but as soon as I entered the room and saw the scene in front of me, everyone's eyes became red, and Lin Haoxue also trembled slightly, unable to speak.

I saw that in this restaurant, whether it was the shopkeeper or the shop's second child, they were already dead in the lobby of the restaurant. One by one, they had either no arms or legs, or had their heads cut off. Death looks terrible, all dead without corpses.

The only one alive in the shop is Rock River.

However, now Yan He has been cut off his legs and arms, pulled off his tongue, and his cheeks have been dug out. He is lying on the ground with blood and eyes full of despair.

And those of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Regiment disappeared long ago.

"Sure enough, you and the people of the Wild Wolf Mercenary Regiment are part of a group, and said! Did you make us look like this to you, didn't you anger us? What is the purpose of you doing this?" In the initial shock After the anger and anger, all the members of the Blizzard Mercenary Corps pulled out their weapons, surrounded Lin Haoxue and Shen Molian, stared at them both with deep hatred, as long as Lin Haoxue and others said something that made them unable to If satisfied, these people will swarm up, chop the two of them into a meat sauce, and hate their companions.

Lin Haoxue didn't speak, didn't move. Shen Molian just looked at these people coldly and did not move.

"Stop it all for me." Mo Xuan sternly said, his voice was unprecedentedly severe, and few people in Blizzard had ever seen Mo Xuan so angry.

"Secretary, look at the appearance of Yanhe. Isn't it because of them, how can we just let the killer hurt Yanhe like this?" A young mercenary suddenly turned his head away and couldn't bear to look at Yanhe again. Looks like, but choked in his voice.

"How do you know this is what they did, what evidence do you have?" Mo Xuan paused for a moment when he heard the choking voice of the young mercenary, without any mercy in his words. "Don't you all use your mind?" If they want to irritate you, as long as your face kills me, why go around such a big bend. Right now this is clearly the enemy ’s alienation plan. Is n’t your current situation in the enemy ’s trick? ”

"The head of the group said," Uncle Ran, who has been half a step behind Mo Xuan, also responded at this time, "I believe Xue Gongzi they will never have such a vicious heart, so I also think that this It must be the other's treacherous strategy. "

Hearing that the young master and the two most prestigious people both said that the weapons that Blizzard had finally collected had taken a step back, but they were still hidden around them, showing that their suspicions were not completely put down.

Lin Haoxue looked at Yanhe quietly. Regarding the response of these people, whether they were pulling their swords and facing each other, or arranging their weapons, even Mo Xuan and Ran Shu maintained their eyes, she ignored them.

Finally, she moved, not paying attention to the reaction of the people around her, but stepped forward step by step, walked in front of Yan He, who looked like flesh and blood, knelt down, and gently lifted him up. Allow him to stand inside the wall, but no matter how hard she tried, Yanhe couldn't stand after all.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. You shouldn't be left alone. Let you suffer this kind of pain." Finally finally gave up the effort, Lin Haoxue said in a low voice, if she was not too rash, Leaving Yanhe here alone will not cause such a miserable scene. No matter what other people think, Yan He is what she is now because of her carelessness.

Although Yan He was seriously injured, he had no arms, no legs, his tongue had been pulled out, his cheeks had been dug out, and there were many inexplicable wounds on his only torso, but he was still alive. With such a humiliating and miserable life, there is grief and despair in the eyes. However, when he looked at Lin Haoxue, his eyes gradually became milder. There was no blame at all, no shreds at all, but he worked very hard, shook his head very hard, and quietly persuaded her not to blame herself.

Watching Yan He's efforts to shake his head at him, watching his gentle eyes. Lin Haoxue couldn't control her tears anymore, tears burst out.

And Yan He across from him, just like when she was trying to help him, wanted to persuade her not to be sad or to blame herself. He can't speak, can't write, and can't use body language. You can only convey your meaning with your eyes.