The voice of teasing sounded in my ears, with a sarcastic tone, and Jiuyang's body suddenly condensed on the bathroom mirror.
Her hair is tied with a golden crown and her purple robe is fluttering.
Arrogant and domineering, extraordinary bearing.
He looked at me calmly, shook his head regretfully and said, "You are too weak. How can you not be bullied if you are as weak as an ant?"
"You, how could you..." I looked horrified, staggered backwards, and sat down on the ground, with a look of disbelief on my face.
"You are me, I am you, why should you be afraid of me." Jiuyang said with a faint smile: "You want to save the woman you like, you don't want to be a waste anymore."
"You long to be me and have my power to change the color of heaven and earth."
"You woke me up, so I came."
Seeing that I was still in shock, he said softly: "I can help you."
"As long as you let go of the rejection in your mind and let me merge into your three souls and seven souls to temporarily control your physical body, I will help you kill those eight people."
"Five minutes, I only need five minutes to deal with them."
"At that time, you will still be you, and there will be no impact at all."
Jiuyang slowed down and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"Why should I believe you?" I sat on the ground, trying to calm down the panic in my heart, and said with a dry throat, "You are not a dream, you really exist."
"I have always existed." Jiuyang confessed: "The dream is just a little guidance I gave you in advance to let you know the connection between yourself and me."
"I used to be Jiuyang, but in this life I am Suning."
"You are the body chosen by me for reincarnation. You and I are one, so how can we say it is true or false?"
"No, I am Suning, my own Suning." I said loudly: "I am not Jiuyang, and I don't want to be Jiuyang."
"Are you sure you don't want to be me?" Jiuyang looked at me with a strange expression and said, "You are lying."
"You obviously want to gain powerful power to protect your relatives and friends, but you dare not admit it."
"It's really pathetic. Not only are you a waste, you're also a coward."
"What, you don't dare to admit it?"
"If you don't even dare to face the truest thoughts in your heart, how can you get rid of the fact that you are a waste?"
Jiuyang mocked harshly: "By the way, the woman you like took the soul-melting pill and forcibly increased her strength, but it only lasted for one stick of incense."
"The guy she's fighting against is not weak in force. It's unlikely that she can defeat him by using the power of the soul-melting pill."
"At least you can't kill the opponent within a stick of incense."
"And after one stick of incense..."
Jiuyang was mid-sentence, with a playful expression on his face: "Do you want to watch her die?"
I fell silent, my mind was filled with chaos and blankness.
The existence of Jiuyang is a very strange and bizarre thing.
If I thought of him as a demon in my dream before, now, this demon has been shattered into pieces.
I'm not sure how much truth or lies there is in Jiuyang's words, but I bet that he definitely doesn't have good intentions towards me.
I don’t believe a word of these deceptive lies about past and present lives, reincarnation, and he and I are one and the same.
But he said that Lingxi can't hold a stick of incense, and I believe it.
In Mojiazhai, Lingxi was seriously injured by Qu Changan and had not received the best treatment these days.
The Nine Sun Mirror was destroyed by the dragon turtle, leaving only the Qiankun Seal to help Lingxi.
