The small dagger ejected from the undead slot. Yi Lin used the last thought power to control the dagger and cut off the left arm that Zhao Yulong bit with elbows.

Zhao Yulong's blood-stained face was completely frozen, and there was only endless despair in his eyes.

...

Light passed through Yilin's shattered body.

The whole body flows in the strange warmth.

Yi Lin has this body gradually condensed from "illusion" to "reality".

No, his body will bleed and hurt, and it will always be real.

But for some reason, as the surrounding light changed, he gradually had such a strange illusion.

When you open your eyes again,

Yi Lin stood in the void.

It's a dark night.

The stars are dotted in the dark night, and the stars in the sky are dotted with a quiet and quiet sky.

A woman in a long skirt stretched out from behind her and stretched out around her.

She was like a goddess sitting cross-legged in the center of the "huge network", with a sacred glow on her face and a solemn and solemn expression.

The tubes are blue, each of which looks like a translucent water pipe, with a magnificent liquid flowing with blue fluorescent.

At the end of the pipe are twisted ripples, as if entering other spaces. Each pipe has different lengths, some are close to the woman, while others extend to the end of the night sky, out of reach.

The blue liquid in the tube flows in different directions. Some flow from a distance to the girl's body, while others flow from the girl's body to an unknown plane.

"You are... Xi!"

Yi Lin fell downward, panting, and he was extremely tired.

Xiaoxi smiled slightly, stretched out his hand a thousand meters away.

Yi Lin was supported by invisible and soft power.

With a turn in front of him, he appeared in front of Xiaoxi.

Whether it was mental fatigue or physical fatigue, it was difficult for him to maintain his "standing" posture at the moment when everything was over, and he fell on Xiaoxi's skirt without any sign.

Xiaoxi in front of her looks about twenty years old, but there is no girl's youth in her eyebrows. Yi Lin wants to call Xiaoxi "Young Woman Xi" in such a posture.

"Didi"

Tiny data streams flashed through Xiaoxi's eyes.

She looked at the exhausted Yi Lin, and she slowly stood up. Yi Lin looked at Xiao Xi's figure in surprise... The skirt was transparent, like a holy light that was so sacred that it was not offensive. Yi Lin quickly lowered her head.

"Congratulations...to arrive at the real 'only'."

Xiaoxi smiled and stretched out her palm to Yi Lin with an indescribable fatigue on her face.
Chapter completed!