I’m Being Held Captive by Demons Chapter 181: True and false

In the late autumn of September, the air in Hejianfu is already cold.

Since the sudden drop in temperature a few days ago, this Hejian Fucheng has been completely covered by the cold wind.

It has been raining for several days now.

The patter of rain slapped the streets and alleys of Hejianfu, and the dank air drowned everything.

Pedestrians on the road are getting rarer.

Many dead branches with lost leaves in the city stood quietly in the rain. The jagged tree trunk looks like a skinny corpse with claws and claws.

The world of mortals still maintains the most basic order.

In the rain and cold weather, people are relaxed.

In rainy seasons like this, wild beasts rarely wander and hunt. Those weak animals can get short peace in the rain.

And the human world, perhaps the same.

Under the continuous rain, even the high-ranking martial arts masters are reluctant to go out and kill people.

Because of this autumn rain, the Hejian Mansion has been peaceful for three days, and there are no new murders.

The yamen's catchers all gathered in the classroom, heating up around the charcoal fire, playing cards, and passing the precious boring time.

The dignitaries did not go out either, gathering in their respective homes to chat and have fun.

The dance pavilion and pavilion brothel on the banks of the Shaoxian River have become much deserted.

Those lazily leaning against the window, looking at the young women with boats swimming on the river, yawned, thinking about when the rain would end.

In the fields outside the city, people in shoji and straw hats take advantage of this good season of continuous autumn rain to rush to harvest the rice in the fields.

When the rain is cold and the roads are muddy and difficult to travel, there are few people in the martial arts who come and go. So these ordinary people who don't know martial arts are much safer.

Every year they take advantage of the continuous autumn rain to harvest rice.

Even in the cold autumn rain, when my feet are in the muddy fields, my skin is frozen blue, but I dare not stop...

Hejian Mansion in the rain is such a peaceful, yet inexplicably desolate life.

And in such a cold autumn rain, outside Tongming Alley, a man dressed in Tsing Yi walked slowly from the rain.

The umbrella opened in the woman's hand lined up the rain curtain, allowing the autumn wind to bleak and raindrops to splash, but the woman under the umbrella was never touched.

It is even more amazing that the delicate cloth shoes can not drip when stepping in the rain.

In Tongming Alley, Kong Ning, who had been cultivating hard for three days, slowly opened his eyes.

Under the traction of the air machine, he was aware of the arrival of the uninvited guest.

Under the eaves not far away, Liu Ruxue was teaching Cai Wei to read.

The innate Taoist body is wise and intelligent, but within half a month, Caiwei already knew all the words. When writing with a pen, the handwriting is graceful, and there is a vague style of everyone.

Although Liu Ruxue taught her well, Caiwei's own talent cannot be ignored.

Nowadays, little girls can even dance and read poetry and poetry.

Kong Ning thought for a while, but did not interrupt their teaching.

Instead of raising his hand, the ferocious phantom of the ghost running around slowly emerged from the courtyard.

When the rain fell on the running boy, it passed directly through its transparent body.

This giant ape, who died tragically under Kong Ning's sword, now respectfully bows to Kong Ning, then walks to the door and opens the courtyard door.

Outside the door, the woman in Tsing Yi was slightly surprised.

She held an umbrella, looked at the ghost standing by the door, and looked up and down.

This old demon in the Primordial Spirit Realm used to be under the command of the Chenghuang Chang Wuyu.

However, today it is respectful and obedient, and there is no trace of rebelliousness in it.

The translucent phantom, respectfully stepped aside and stood aside, like the most loyal old slave, completely unable to connect it with the fierce and famous demon general.

"The Lord has been waiting for you for a long time," the demon said respectfully, stepping aside and motioning for the woman to come in.

The woman in Tsing Yi smiled lightly and stepped into the courtyard with an umbrella.

However, the scene she saw made her slightly startled.

What appeared in front of the woman was not an ordinary courtyard, but a peach blossom forest in full bloom.

In the peach blossom forest, a small pavilion stands beside the lake. The man in the pavilion looked at her quietly, waiting for her arrival.

Smelling the faint fragrance of peach blossoms in the air and feeling the moist breath in the cold rain, the woman was slightly surprised.

She held an umbrella and walked towards the pavilion by the lake.

I saw the man waiting for her in the pavilion, as well as the delicate pastries on the table, and the tea with the slightly rising steam.

The woman put away the paper umbrella in her hand and handed the umbrella to the demon who was standing respectfully next to her. She smiled and said, "The holy envoy's illusion is so powerful that it almost turns the fake into the real."

She smiled and sat down in front of Kong Ning, acting casual and elegant.

No restraint.

It seems that the two are old friends who have known each other for a long time.

After sitting down, she unceremoniously stretched out her hand, picked up a piece of pastry in front of her, and chewed it gently.

My eyes flashed.

"...What a delicious pastry!" The woman smiled in surprise: "I can hardly taste this pastry as a fake."

Kong Ning, who was sitting opposite her, smiled and said, "Perhaps this pastry is the real thing..."

When Kong Ning was in the Sky Refinement Realm, relying on the illusions blessed by the talisman, he could already hide the perception of the Jiaolong Guangyunjun.

With his more than 500 years of Taoism and his cultivation in the Primordial Spirit Realm, the illusions he has displayed are even more difficult to distinguish between true and false.

Even the woman in front of her is Fairy Lingmei, one of the four demon kings of Hejian Mansion.

She also has difficulty distinguishing the real and fake pastries in her hands.

I don't know why the demon in front of me came to the door, but the other party behaved casually and kindly, and Kong Ning also saw the trick.

Whether it is to investigate the truth, or to fight and kill, Kong Ning can satisfy him.

In the sky, the bleak autumn rain has continued.

When the rain falls in the gorgeous peach blossom forest, the rain beats the petals and makes a barely audible sound.

The woman sipped the cake in her hand, looked at everything in front of her with a smile, and said, "Is this girl behind the saint~IndoMTL.com~ also an illusion?"

Behind Kong Ning, the red-clothed maid, Hongdou, had a cold expression and lowered eyebrows. She stood quietly with a sword in her arms, almost without a sense of existence.

Kong Ning smiled and said, "Fairy can think she is an illusion, or she can be a real person."

"Everything is up to the fairy's will."

As Kong Ning said, he tapped his fingers on the stone table.

Behind him, silhouettes flickered silently, and one after another, the maids Hongdou came out holding the fairy sword.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the maid in red was standing behind Kong Ning.

Fairy Lingmei's eyes were slightly shocked.

Because with her spiritual sense, at such a close distance, she couldn't tell which one of the maids in front of her was a real person and which one was an illusion.

This black lotus holy messenger is not only powerful in sword intent, but also so terrifying in illusion?