Chapter 165 - Down the Mountain

Chi You This is not giving up compelling him yet.

Jiang Luo laughed in anger as he knocked Chi You's hand around him and stepped aside saying, "Chi You, my companions are dead."

He laughed twice in a bad mood, "If such a dream became a reality, my friends would not survive at all."

"Why you want me to have this dream is clear to me," Jiang Luo's eyes sank into the shadows, and Chi You saw a bright, dangerous fire flare up in his eyes, a suppressed, imminent outburst of anger, "You're doing it to draw me in and to warn me, aren't you? "

The evil spirit who just wanted to woo Jiang Luo pondered for a moment, "How so?"

"You want to take on the Predestined," Jiang Luo said, "I said I would work with you, but you don't trust me, so in this way you show me how strong you are and how much this ghost-ridden world will be to my liking."

He said, "But you pulled my companions into the dream at the same time and let them die one by one in my dream, using it to warn me not to act rashly, didn't you? Otherwise you could have easily left them to die."

The evil spirits were silent.

He stands tall, hands thrust into his suit trousers, and looks thoughtfully at Jiang Luo.

He was not warning Jiang Luo, but others.

Jiang Luo is his property, and anyone who tries to get close to him will only get a bad result.

But what he was more surprised and more concerned about at the moment was, "You're angry."

"Yes, I'm angry," Jiang Luo admits cleanly, the fire in his eyes growing brighter as the death of each of his companions, from Ge Zhu's head to Ye Xun's body, intertwines in his mind, "I'm very, very angry. "

He said in one word.

The evil spirit's brow furrowed, his handsome face grim, a subtle irritation rising from his brow, and he clearly did not understand what Jiang Luo was so angry about.

"You're angry about something."

He thought Jiang Luo would like the world very much.

" Chi You, I don't want to kill you and it's hard to kill you, " Jiang Luo said calmly, " everyone seems to want me to kill you, the predestined man said something to me, he said that if I kill you, I will become a powerful false god. "

The evil spirit became expressionless, the black mist behind him wrapped in a flourishing rage and twisted hideously.

"But I don't kill you, and I don't want the world to be like this," Jiang Luo tugged his lips up, "This world is the world five years after reality, and in just five years there have been so many ghosts and spirits, how many ghost subordinates you have at your disposal I don't know, and I don't know if you have the ghost town all emptied. But I know your mind won't change that easily, so there's only one way to get you to behave."

The dark haired youth raised his hand, "That would be to beat you up violently until you give up the idea."

The evil spirit felt as if he had misheard, and he couldn't help himself, "What?"

Jiang Luo suddenly changed the subject, "Do you know about psychics?"

Without needing an answer from Chi You, Jiang Luo asked himself, "Everything has a spirit, everything can be psychic, and of course dreams have spirits too. I didn't know what to choose for my psychic, but thanks to the lines you wrote in the lift, I had a wonderful idea."

"I am very greedy," he said, "I want all of it, wind, fire, thunder, lightning, gold, wood, water and earth. I thought it would never happen, but thanks to you, it has inspired a whimsical idea in me."

The fingers of Jiang Luo's right hand are held in an empty grip, leaving only his long, slender index finger, which makes a few gestures in the air.

As he moved, the wind began to move in front of his fingers, as if something extremely powerful had been born in front of his hands, the temperature around him rising to the limit, the flowers and plants on the side curled and dried up, the air distorted, the hot wind bulging Jiang Luo's hair and clothes.

Jiang Luo wrote the character "" in the air, and after the last stroke, with a "bang", the character "" suddenly became a blaze of white and gold.

If someone can say what they mean, then they can certainly say what they mean.

Each character is a kind of energy. Jiang Luo's psychic Chinese characters break through the limitation that only one can be chosen.

Jiang Luo raises a wide grin and slaps this flame onto Chi You's body.

In the silence of the night, the glass cover was suddenly smashed with a heavy blow.

The evil spirit hurtled down from the top of the eighteenth floor, and in a flash the fire snakes surrounded him with ferocity. Jiang Luo stood on the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, gloating as he watched the evil ghost caught off guard.

This is a dream world, Chi You will not die.

So Jiang Luo could have beaten him up very badly.

"Burned once, crashed once," Jiang Luo grunted, "that's easily returned twice more, why do I think it's a bit too easy."

The white-gold flames could melt stone, and the evil spirit slammed heavily into the road, the flames burning his arm until it twisted and melted. He looked sideways at his fingers, the sensation of his sanity being scorched by the hot flames almost painful to the point of death.

His fingers curled slightly, and in the light of the fire, the evil spirit muttered to himself, "It does hurt quite a bit."

He closed his eyes.

After the fire had died down and the evil spirit had reverted to its perfect as new image in the flames. Jiang Luo was taking the lift to the ground floor and slowly walked up to the evil spirit.

He knelt down and hooked Chi You's bow tie, "Changed your mind, Mr. Chi?"

Chi You smothered a laugh, lifted his hand to take Jiang Luo's and rubbed it gently with a hint of a smile, confessing, "You turn me on."

Like a pervert, the stronger Jiang Luo is and the more he can hurt him, the more hyper he becomes and the more he is unable to let go of Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo laughed coldly and wrote the character "" (mountain) out of thin air, which he held in his hand as a fist and slammed into Chi You's abdomen with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Lao Tzu! Today! Teach you a lesson!" There was a huge roar and dust and the road crumbled as Jiang Luo threw punch after punch, "It's okay for you to kill your enemies, it's okay to destroy the occult community, who the fuck! Who cares! Who cares! But you can't make the world look like this."

The fight between two powerful men, a few words that would have destroyed the whole street. After Jiang Luo has had his fun, he ends up writing the word "water" in the air.

A huge wave came from the sky, swiftly pounding the city of dreams, it covered the sky as if to destroy everything.

As soon as the character "" was written, Jiang Luo felt the weakness and tingling pain of having his body emptied of its strength, which he understood was because the air in his body had been used up.

Ji Yaozi said that the amount of psychic energy that can be performed depends on the amount of air in the practitioner's body.

As he looked to be swamped by the giant wave, the evil spirit laughed lowly without worry as he deliberately said, "You destroyed the whole city and everyone here will be killed by you."

"Are you stupid?" Jiang Luo frowned in disgust, "This place is just your dream."

"The death of your friend was also just a dream."

Jiang Luo's eyes changed as he clutched Chi You's collar hard and yanked the evil demon's handsome face to his own, "I know you have three goals in total, 'the destruction of the Chi family, the disappearance of the curse, and the pulling of the metaphysical community to sink together'. I don't care how many of the six families you want to kill or how you want to sink together, keep your fucking hands off my friends, and my friends' families."

He sneered, "A world like this would be nice indeed, but experiencing it a few times now and then is enough, I don't want to have broken bodies running out of the sewers in the shower and ghosts coming to my door when I order a takeaway. I'm all for you stirring up the messy metaphysical world, but this society, it needs to stay as normal as it can be."

"Got it?" Jiang Luo's eyes were warning, "Mr. Chi."

The sound of flooding water was close at hand, and the evil spirit and Jiang Luo looked at each other for a moment before suddenly raising their hands and pressing them against the back of Jiang Luo's neck, forcing the human to offer his lips.

Jiang Luo froze as the evil spirit's lips and tongue invaded him savagely. The sound of rushing water in his ears and the kiss before life and death made every sensitive inch of Jiang Luo's nerves jump and thrill as if driven by the evil spirit. He froze for only two seconds before returning the kiss with passion and ferocity.

Floodwaves inundate the city, and the false people and ghosts of the dream world are swept between the waters by the great waves.

The human and the demon kissed before the giant wave, their souls seeming to pass through their shells and tug at each other with a constant beating. With life and death excluded, Jiang Luo's mind goes blank and his instinct is to use his manly skills to passionately and aggressively subjugate the evil spirit.

Heat was passed and there was blood on his lips. It was only when the dampness approached that the evil spirit palmed the back of Jiang Luo's head and parted slightly from him.

Jiang Luo and he stare.

The evil spirit's dark eyes were his. The dry wood burned in place without the need for oil. Jiang Luo's heart beat suddenly faster, one by one, one by one, as if leaping in his ears.

The evil spirit opened his mouth to speak, but Jiang Luo suddenly tugged on his tie and kissed him hard once more.

The demon's eyes are surprised, but he accepts this "return" with total pleasure. His hand is around Jiang Luo's waist, Jiang Luo's chest heaves slightly, his eyes are bright and hot, and his rapid breathing stirs all the evil spirit's emotions.

It was only when drops of water fell on them that the two equally frantic men parted.

Before this dream began, Ge Wuchen reminded me to pull your companions into the dream and let them witness that you are all mine," the corners of the evil spirit's mouth lifted in a meaningful way. "I thought that was a good idea, so even though they died, I made them ghosts and witnessed to my date with you again."

Jiang Luo's smile faltered slightly as he had just "torn" his lips and teeth with the evil spirit.

The evil spirit grabbed him by the neck and made him turn his head to look towards the back. Jiang Luo stiffened and turned his head to see the ghostly building, the ground floor, the fifth floor, the fifteenth floor ...... his companions were floating on their respective dead floors, pressing their faces against the windows to stare at him and Chi You in disbelief.

Jiang Luo: "......"

The evil spirit lifted himself up and looked directly at Jiang Luo's friend, his pale hand lifting Jiang Luo's chin and dropping a deliberate kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Regarding your script after that, I'm looking forward to it," said the evil spirit, "from 'You're the one I've had a crush on for a long time' to 'I'm turning into something you don't recognize' After that, congratulations, we're once again sitting as lovers."

With these words, a huge wave swept over the ghost building and Chi You Jiang Luo. In the blink of an eye, the dream world had collapsed completely.

*

Jiang Luo's eyes snapped open.

The ginseng doll was picking at his feet next to him and when he woke up, he happily pounced on him, "Daddy, you're finally awake! Why are you awake so late today? It's already ten o'clock!"

Jiang Luo is expressionless, still thinking of Ye Xun and their final dazed and disbelieving appearance.

After a long time, he sat up with his face covered in shame and groaned in pain. He had been a victim of Chi You's lies for many times, but this time he had never expected to be victimised by Chi You.

Ge Wuchen, right!

He remembered the monk!

Jiang Luo thought through gritted teeth, wiped his face, pretended to calm down and got out of bed, seeing the roses on the bed again.

His eyelids fluttered furiously and he was about to throw the rose into the trash. But as he picked it up, he ghosted it to his nose again and sniffed it gently.

The roses, carefully tended by the ginseng dolls, are blooming more and more delicately, their petals already ripe with red and as big and arrogant as peonies. The fragrance is ethereal and strong, dominating all the senses of smell for a moment.

Jiang Luo couldn't help but hook into a smile as he suddenly turned and headed for the door.

The ginseng doll asked aloud, "Daddy, where are you going?"

"Go and say goodbye," Jiang Luo said lazily, "it's time for me to go down the mountain."