Chapter 3352
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It's really thanks to Di Ming Jue seriously injuring Wen Zhiyan, otherwise, with Muyan's current cultivation.
It's really not easy to drag a cultivator at the peak of the Opening Mountain Realm into a dream.
Muyan lightly purses her lips, hooking up into a beautiful arc.
The speed at which her fingers pluck the strings is getting faster and faster.
On the ground, Wen Zhiyan's brows wrinkle tighter and tighter, the expression on his face becoming more and more frightened and desperate.
His body unconsciously curls up, twitching and spasming.
His thick hair starts to fall down in handfuls.
His facial skin, which originally only had fine wrinkles, quickly shrinks and wrinkles.
After the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Wen Zhiyan seems to have aged more than ten years.
Only then did Mu Yan lightly pluck the strings with her fingertips, producing a resounding sound.
The sleeping Wen Zhiyan trembles, slowly opening his eyes.
"Dream … it's a dream! Everything just now was just a dream, great! "
He cries and screams like he's crazy, his voice hoarse and crazy.
However, when he raises his head, he meets the girl's peach blossom eyes that seem to be smiling yet not smiling. His whole body is a Guardian Spirit, and his eyes reveal the fear of seeing a malicious spirit: "You, what did you do to me?!"
"Thousands of years of life pass by in a flash. I gave you a chance to experience a different life in a dream. It's the same as letting you live a few more lifetimes, isn't that good?"
"No! I don't want to experience it!! "Wen Zhiyan screams hysterically, wanting to rush over and smash the zither in Muyan's hands.
But he's just been seriously injured, and now he's suffering in Floating Like a Dream.
After running a few steps, he staggers and falls to the ground.
The surrounding cold air penetrates his body, making his teeth chatter incessantly, and he can't even say a word.
Muyan looks at his sorry figure, but her eyes are colder than the temperature in the ice room: "Wen Zhiyan, what you just experienced was the final outcome of those patients who were harmed by you. What? When you framed them and schemed to seize their family property and treasures, why didn't you ask them if they wanted to experience that kind of life? "
Wen Zhiyan trembles and tries to get up from the ground, but because his hands and feet are weak, he falls heavily on the ice several times.
His head is bleeding for a while.
He could only lie there in a sorry state, then look at Mu Yan with fear and resentment: "You, who exactly are you? Do you know that I'm the imperial physician of the Lan Family Empire? If you kill me, the Lan Family Empire will definitely not let you off. "
Mu Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, "In that case, your actions in the Holy Heaven Alliance this time are related to the Lan Family Empire?"
Steward Wu's pupils shrank as he glared at Wen Zhiyan.
Wen Zhiyan said with a trembling voice, "I, I don't understand what you're saying? The Sacred Heaven Alliance sent out hero invitations to invite doctors, that's why I came over. I didn't expect them to take revenge … "
"Then let's change the question." Mu Yan interrupted him. "Do you really want to use the [Dark Sky Cauldron] to save Alliance Master Xiang?"
Seeing that Wen Zhi Yan is about to open his mouth, Mu Yan sneers and presses her fingers on the strings.
"Wen Zhiyan, you better think carefully before you answer. If you tell a lie, I'll let you stay in this nightmare for another hundred years. "
Wen Zhiyan's face paled as he recalled the days and nights he had experienced in the nightmare. Looking at his wrinkled hands, his body began to tremble.
Mu Yan presses her fingers on the strings and slowly plucks them.
The pleasant music in the ears of others is like a talisman to hasten Wen Zhiyan's death.
He finally breaks down and yells: "No! Don't let me enter the nightmare again. I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything! "
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