Shang Yang's words made Tang Sui seem to have opened the door to a new world.

Although he was still being beaten, Tang Sui was already adjusting his fighting style and attaching the power of the domain to himself.

Just like after the third test of tidal exercise, the skin will produce ripples like ocean waves when it is stressed, producing an energy-transforming effect.

When Shang Yang's attack hit her again, Shang Yang noticed the difference.

It was as if he had come into contact with a large sponge that absorbed water. He punched him, but the aura and power brought by the punch were sucked away by an invisible layer.

Even the extremely destructive dragon claws seemed to be neutralized when they hit Tang Sui. The strength was almost removed, and only the damage that could be resisted by pure physical strength was left. But this only damage force was also damaged by something.

Things seem to be isolated and cannot be touched.

A look of satisfaction flashed in Shang Yang's eyes, and his men's attacks did not stop, and they were still beating him to death with ruthless hands.

From being skilled at hand to practice makes perfect, Tang Sui constantly adjusted his fighting rhythm in passive defense and weak attack, and finally even attached domain effects to the masks.

It wasn't until Tang Sui's demon power could not recover enough to keep up with the consumption and he fell into exhaustion that Shang Yang stopped. He looked at Tang Sui who was sunk in the extremely hot rock pit by him. The demon power shook away, adding some traces of damage to the black body.

The robe is restored as before.

Tang Sui, who was completely embedded in the pit, saw this scene and felt hopeless in his eyes.

What could be sadder than that after you have scratched your opponent's skin with all your might, and the opponent just thinks and returns to where you are?

Tang Sui didn't think so, and was glad that it was her Uncle Snake and not a real enemy.

The masks were shaking up and down in the mental space in agreement, but compared to how active they were before the war started, they were all sluggish now, and even the black face didn't make a sound.

Tang Sui, who couldn't even move a finger, opened her mouth when she felt the burning temperature around her that was almost melting her. But before she could say anything, Shang Yang waved his hand, and the red demon power condensed into a stick.

The long rope swooped down, smashing the charred ground into pieces, and arrogantly wrapped around Tang Sui's waist, pulling the man out like a carrot from a pit.

Tang Sui, who felt like his bones were about to be torn apart: "..."

Her body honestly choked out blood, which flowed down the corners of her mouth.

Shang Yang looked at the frail Tang Sui and said with disgust, "You have turned into a pure-blood monster, why is your body still so fragile?"

Tang Sui: "..."

Is there a possibility that her real body is just aura-like, human-shaped, but has a bit of a drifting feel?

But your true form, Uncle Snake, can easily crush a city or even level an entire empire. Ten-headed ten-headed blazing sun snakes, inhuman and very ferocious beasts?

She silently suppressed the rising blood, closed her eyes in front of Shang Yang, and began to sort out the disordered blood.

Shang Yang looked at the little guy's useless look, raised his hand, and the surrounding space began to distort, like a projected mirage, disappearing with the changes in the refraction of the sunlight.

The heat that was so hot that it distorted the air quickly cooled down, and the demonic rope that surrounded Tang Sui disappeared the moment Shang Yang retracted his territory.

Before losing consciousness, Tang Sui felt as if he had fallen into a hot embrace...

As the name suggests, piping hot.

The shoulders and knees touched by the other person's arms around her felt as if someone had specially tied a branding iron and stamped it on her body. Tang Sui trembled subconsciously because of the hot iron, and her words were blocked by her consciousness returning to darkness.

Around the mouth.

She just wanted to say——

"Let her go."

A cold voice suddenly sounded in the side hall.

Shang Yang's dark red snake eyes, which had not yet transformed back, instantly locked onto the figure that appeared in front of him like a ghost, and stared with interest at the girl whose face was exactly the same as that of the junior in his arms.

"oh?"

The black face who appeared was standing there in a black dress with no skirt covering from the knees, and the exposed skin showed a cold and lifeless paleness.

ankle

There was a black mist surrounding her position, making it unclear whether she was wearing shoes or not.

Snakes are very sensitive to temperature and vital signs.

But not even Shang Yang detected any vital signs of the girl in front of him.

Even the heartbeat cannot be detected.

Shang Yang twitched the corners of his lips, put away the surprise in his eyes, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "It turns out that the rumors are not entirely false. Face aura really has two forms. In other words, they are interdependent like yin and yang fish.

The presence?"

Hearing this, Hei Mian did not show surprise. He raised his hand after saying "hmm", and billowing black mist surged out from his pale fingertips and hit Shang Yang, Tang Sui in his arms.

His hand was suddenly empty. Shang Yang squinted his eyes and watched the black mist that was withdrawn by the black face slowly fade away, revealing the unconscious Tang Sui.

After the change, even though she was still in a coma, after being away from the source of heat that made her uncomfortable, Tang Sui's frown slightly relaxed and no longer frowned.

The cold facial features on the dark face seemed to soften under the orange light.

Seeing this scene, Shang Yang asked again without hesitation: "Does she know that you can be alone?"

The black face looked up at him.

With the same pure black pupils and the same appearance, Shang Yang felt as if a dark poisonous snake was slowly coiling around his body. The smooth and cold snake scales rubbed against his skin, but he also had snake scales.

The protective Shang Yang also felt a bone-chilling chill, with an inhuman coldness and a true sense of cold-blooded cruelty belonging to the demon clan.

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know."

The venomous snake revealed the snake letter in a silky voice, with a little carelessness in its coquettish black eyes.

Shang Yang laughed, and the smile he evoked was mixed with inexplicable joy and the feeling of watching a good show: "That will be more interesting."

No need to guess now, he could conclude that the little guy didn't know about it.

Otherwise, in the previous battle, it would have been either a one-sided attack by him, or a shabby defense and clumsy attempts at attack.

"But I don't understand, since you are here, why don't you personally guide and teach her, and you want her to figure it out from scratch? It's better to have a guide than to be blind, right?" Shang Yang said with real doubts.

"The way the eagle teaches the chicks to fly is to directly push the chicks down from the nest on the cliff. Whether it lives or dies is entirely up to it." Black Face lowered his head, deep emotions appearing in his black eyes, "

She still has a long road ahead, and it may even be difficult."

"It's always good to gain some experience now."

Hearing this, Shang Yang stared at the Riddler's dark face carefully.

Hei Mian didn't care. She turned around in front of Shang Yang and walked towards the exit of the side hall.

Shang Yang looked at the translucent bare feet, raised his eyebrows slightly, and when the black face was about to reach the door of the side hall, he suddenly said:

"So, you let me be the villain?"

The black-faced man paused, then continued walking forward without answering Shang Yang.

——Digression——

Today is much better after going crazy with my gay friends in the middle of the night. Mo Li is the cute and strong Li once again =v=

Happy Valentine's Day everyone~.
Chapter completed!