In Gu Jianlin's mind, enchanting illusions appeared, he felt his soul seemed to invade deep into the consciousness of the young girl, soaking together in deep pools, wantonly seizing her spirituality.
Her long hair scattered, misty beautiful eyes.
And her murmuring whispers.
The souls merged together, indistinguishable from each other.
Sometimes it was hard to tell whether it was real or a fantasy, clearly defying fate at the brink of life and death, yet the flashes in his mind were so mesmerizing, an ultimate enjoyment never appeared in dreams, as if a high and mighty god plundering a Female Sacrifice only belonging to him, immersed in the abyss, reborn.
He could feel his spirituality about to break through the shackles.
Just lacking the last material to complete the advancement.
Hoo.
He let out a long breath, standing high above the sky, his forehead hair fluttering gently.
Tang Ling also awakened from the dream, raising her beautiful eyes, eyelashes trembling slightly.
