Every day the puppet is playing dead

When Chongyu regained consciousness again, he was finally lying down.

This time he may have been in a coma for a longer time, so when he woke up again, he had changed places.

Now, he is lying in a hut with an incense burner burning beside him.

And Yuan Wuxin was gone.

However, this does not mean that everything is better.

Because Chongyu found that his stomach was a little cold.

The tip of a sharp knife was close to his stomach, and the tip had already cut into the skin a little bit.

Holding the knife was a pair of hands as white as jade, with slender fingers and no blemish on the skin. It was really like jade, and it was almost translucent under the sun.

That hand held the knife firmly, and no blood flowed from the vicinity of the knife.

With such a beautiful hand, Chong Yu didn't bother to look at it at all. He stared at his stomach with his eyes wide open, for fear that his intestines would bleed all over the floor when the hand swiped down.

"Huh? Awake?"

The one with the knife was a white-haired man.

The whole body of the white-haired man was tightly wrapped in cloth. He was tall and slender, with only one face exposed.

Silver hair fell from his shoulders, and his complexion was frighteningly pale, bloodless, as pale as marble.

At this moment, he was looking down at Chongyu with a pair of cold blue eyes.

Chong Yu looked at the white-haired man, then at the knife on his belly.

He couldn't help showing a terrified expression.

no more.

It's fine to change limbs, he still doesn't want to see his own body structure.

Out of the desire to survive, Chongyu raised a hand, wanting to remove the small knife on her stomach.

"Conscious? Not bad."

Seeing Chongyu struggling to resist, the white-haired man was not annoyed, he even had a hint of connivance, admiring the changes in Chongyu's expression with great interest.

Seeing that Chongyu's hand was about to touch the knife, the white-haired man immediately raised his other hand, and moved his fingers slightly.

In an instant, Chongyu's raised hand seemed to be pulled by something, and before he had time to react, he was pulled firmly and stuck back to the table;

And during the few seconds when Chongyu was stunned, his other limbs were all tied back to the stage by an invisible bondage, and he couldn't move.

Chong Yu tried his best to open his eyes wide. He turned his head to look at his hand. Finally, through the reflection of sunlight, he saw a transparent silk thread tied to his wrist, and at the end of the thread was a white-haired man. fingers.

Seeing that Chongyu's eyes followed the silk thread and landed on his fingertips, the white-haired man raised his brows, inserted the knife in his hand a few more points, and said at the same time:

"What, want to resist? I'm your maker, I know everything about you inside and out."

This sentence is very informative.

But Chongyu didn't have the time to think deeply about the meaning at this time. He tried to twist his body, and after finding that he couldn't avoid the blade at all, he thought of another way——

Gritting his teeth, Chong Yu frantically twisted his wrist and feet, and there were two "clicks", the stitches on his right wrist broke, and his hand and wrist were separated at the same time.

The white-haired man probably didn't expect this kind of operation at all. Seeing that Chongyu broke his wrist with his own method, he opened his blue eyes slightly, obviously surprised;

And taking advantage of the white-haired man's dazed effort, Chong Yu didn't hesitate, and directly raised his bare wrist and slapped the white-haired man's face with his arm.

When people are in a desperate situation, their potential is always huge.

What's more, because Chong Yu didn't feel anything at this moment, he didn't strike hard or lightly, so he only heard a loud "bang", and the white-haired man was knocked to the ground by Chong Yu's arm.

Almost at the same moment, after the white-haired man was knocked down, Chongyu instantly felt the invisible bondage on his body disappear——

The silk thread that bound his limbs was gone.

Not daring to hesitate, Chong Yu looked around and saw that there were no guards around, so he immediately jumped up from the platform, picked up the severed hand on the platform, and rushed out of the thatched cottage.

Running in such a hurry, Chongyu even forgot that there was a knife stuck in her stomach.

After Yuan Wuxin was gone, Chongyu's thinking became much more active.

He can only think about two things now——

One, run away quickly.

Two, go fuck Yuan Wuxin.

To be honest, until now, Chongyu has not figured out her physical condition.

He does not know whether this body is dead or alive;

I don't know why my senses are so dull that I don't even feel hurt when I get hurt;

What's more, he didn't know whose body he was in now and what his face looked like.

The only good thing is that Chongyu touched his face with his hands, and he can be sure that there are no scars and sutures on his face. If he pretends to be a normal person, he is still a normal person.

This also became the capital that Chongyu would want to run.

Now, Chongyu ran out directly from the thatched cottage where he was awake when he first woke up.

He stood outside the thatched hut, looked at the scenery outside, and was slightly taken aback.

From a quick glance in the thatched cottage before, Chongyu knew that the thatched cottage looked simple, but the furniture and furnishings inside were extraordinary and elegant, which showed that the identity of the owner was either rich or noble;

But now, after leaving the thatched cottage, Chongyu saw such a beautiful scenery for the first time——

The thatched cottage is in the valley, overlooking the mountains and rocks, and the waterfalls falling straight down;

Nearby is a large flower field, with white flowers forming one after another, and there are crystal butterflies flying above the flower field.

Chong Yu had only seen this kind of scene in TV movies and games, but seeing it with her own eyes, Chong Yu thought for a moment that she had entered a fairyland.

Wait a minute, if Yuan Wuxin is the devil... he is in the fairyland now, doesn't it mean that he has completely got rid of Yuan Wuxin?

Chong Yu couldn't help being overjoyed for a moment.

The devil world, in the stereotype of many people, is synonymous with barrenness and barbarism.

Chong Yu is no exception. His brain, which is not very bright now, thinks that the place he is in now is the opposite of the devil world.

In short, if this place is not in the Demon Realm, then the chances of him leaving Yuan Wuxin are definitely greater.

All thoughts turned around in Chongyu's head, Chongyu put his mind away, he lowered his head, glanced at the path in the flower field, and then walked down.

This flower field is so big and the flowers are blooming well, which means that someone took care of it, but it was strange that Chongyu walked for a long time without meeting anyone.

Something is not right.

Chong Yu stopped and looked at a towering giant tree in the distance, his face was a little ugly.

The flower field was too big, and Chongyu stood in it, almost lost in the sea of ​​flowers.

Looking up for a long time, Chongyu had to use a giant tree growing on the cliff in the distance as a reference to determine the direction, so that he would not get lost in the flower field.

Why is there such a big tree here suddenly?

Looking at the giant tree thoughtfully, Chongyu struggled for a long time, and decided to follow the voice in his heart and continue walking, but just after walking a few steps, an accident happened——

With a sound of "ding", a small silver dart shot out from the flower field and went straight towards Chong Yu's face.

At that moment, Chongyu could swear that his brain didn't react at all;

However, he was able to clearly see the silver dart flying towards him with his eyes, and without any instructions from his body, he quickly grabbed the silver dart with his still intact hand, and then flew towards him. Looking at the direction in which the silver dart flew, he threw it back.

The whole process took less than a second, the silver dart was thrown back and disappeared into the flower field, and then there was a soft sound from the flower field, and Chong Yu vaguely heard a muffled groan from inside.

After doing all this, Chongyu was at a loss, and then a strange feeling rose in his heart——

What the body did just now should be a conditioned reflex of the body.

Such skills, plus the saber he saw when he woke up for the first time, his body should be...

Guard?Or a monk?

"come out."

On the surface, Chong Yu still maintains his immobile and indifferent image, he whispered into the flower field.

I don't know if it's because his body hasn't made a sound for a long time, Chong Yu's voice is very hoarse, and every word he utters, his vocal cords are aching.

Rusting sounds came from the flower field, and a moment later, a masked person walked out from the flowers as tall as a person.

is a woman.

The woman was wearing a green dress, with a simple bun on her head, her back was straight, and she looked crisp and neat.

"I've met Lord Eleven. The servant Ming Cui is the guard of the flower field."

The man bowed to Chong Yu generously, "Before this servant thought he was a thief, so he offended my lord, please forgive me."

Chong Yu: "..."

He hates everyone talking politely.

It seems that this woman knows Yuanshen.

Chongyu didn't want to be stopped by others, so he nodded at the woman perfunctorily, and immediately continued walking in the previous direction without saying a word.

The woman named "Ming Cui" did not continue to block Chong Yu, she stood where she was, staring at Chong Yu's back.

A moment later, a little red bird flew over from a distance and landed beside Ming Cui. As soon as it landed, the red bird turned into a girl in red. She blinked and asked curiously:

"Sister, Eleven is a bit strange."

After all, not everyone can walk around here with a knife stuck in their stomach like no one else around.

Ming Cui was silent, she stretched out her hand to touch the red dress, and said:

"You speak as if your lord and they are all normal people."

Isn't it common sense that there are no normal people in the devil world?

Hong Yi choked, she glared at Ming Cui, and then continued to look at Puppet Eleven in the distance.

The flower field here is actually a medicine field. The pollen of each flower has a hallucinogenic effect. Even if a monster with a stature like a mountain enters this flower field, it will be lost in it forever after a few steps, and finally become a flower field. nourishment;

but now--

Hong Yi looked at the puppet in the distance, and he stopped to look at the sky from time to time.

This... is he confirming the direction?

"How does Eleven know where to go?"

Hong Yi was very puzzled.

They were able to come and go freely in the flower field because the owner of the flower field gave them the antidote and guiding stones. How did that puppet know the right way?

Ming Cui sighed and explained:

"He's walking towards His Majesty."

For a puppet, his whole life is to follow the puppet line and pursue the life of his master.

Ming Cui thought so.

"Wow, I'm so touched."

Hongyi sniffed and sighed, "He loves him so much."

"..."

"Sister Mingcui, what expression do you have?"

Ming Cui didn't pay attention to what Hong Yi was talking about, she shook her head, she just took it as a joke;

And the moment he turned around to go back, Ming Cui suddenly saw a severed hand lying on the flower field path.

Suddenly, cold sweat flowed down in a "shua".

Ming Cui stared at the severed hand, and the face under the mask couldn't help but twisted.

This broken hand must have been forgotten when Puppet Eleven took her silver dart, and then dropped his hand accidentally.

It's over, Eleven dropped his hand here.

Ming Cui felt physically and mentally exhausted.

Should she take this hand to Puppet Eleven?

How would she explain it if she met Lord Mozun?