Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Chapter 387 The illusion affects the mind

WTF?

what's the situation?

Tang Shi moved closer to the golden-scaled lion and came to its side. Bend down slightly and tilt your head to look at it.

On its face, you can clearly see its sadness, even mixed with despair and pain.

Tears rolled down from his eyes, slowly sliding down the hair on his face and dripping on the ground.

Tears slid down and formed two moist and winding traces.

The king of a huge monster beast actually burst into tears at this moment.

"No, are you really crying?!"

There is a feeling in Tang Shi's heart that it is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

What illusion did this weird skull create for the golden-scaled lion?

Why can the golden-scaled lion show such sad and desperate emotions?

"Hey?"

She poked its head with her index finger.

The golden-scaled lion raised his eyes, and the eyes that were originally as bright as the sun were now gray and dark, without any light, like a pool of stagnant water.

Thick gloom emanates from it, as if a huge black cloth has enveloped it, making it impossible for people to approach.

It raised its paw, as if it wanted to touch Tang Shi.

But as soon as he raised his hand, before he could touch the corner of her clothes, he immediately retracted it.

"Ow!"

It suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, the sound was extremely shrill, as if it was venting the pain in its heart.

Tang Shi's doubts deepened: "What's wrong? How are you doing?"

The golden-scaled lion didn't answer her. He drooped his head and lay motionless on the ground.

It looked like he was waiting for fate, or waiting for the final judgment.

"Can illusions still affect people's minds?"

Tang Shi thought for a while.

But she also experienced it herself, and she didn’t feel much about that illusion...

I really can’t figure out why Golden Scale behaves like this.

She squatted down and looked at the golden-scaled lion carefully.

At this time, the golden-scaled lion looked very fragile, like a piece of fragile glass.

It lay motionless on the ground.

The eyelids were drooped, blocking all the look in its eyes.

It feels like all life has been lost.

Only one walking dead remains.

Tang Shi stood up and walked around it three times.

"It's weird."

She scratched the back of her head.

Immediately afterwards, the skull in the golden-scaled lion's hand flashed red.

This scene was just like what she had experienced just now.

But it's not the same.

The red light of the skull in the golden-scaled lion's hand flickered for a few seconds, then dimmed.

It was not like in her hand, the skull became crystal clear, with red blood lines and strange runes flowing in it.

“It’s so weird.

Tang Shi frowned and thought to himself.

She glanced at the golden-scaled lion.

The golden-scaled lion was still lying on the ground, motionless.

But tears continued to fall from his eyes.

“What does the future hold for little people?”

The golden-scaled lion said to himself, his eyes filled with confusion.

Its eyes were dull and dull, as if its soul had been drained away, leaving only an empty body.

Tang poetry: "..."

She didn't know how to respond.

The golden-scaled lion did not intend to let Tang Shi respond to him, and instead asked and answered himself: "What else can a little person be like? One who was shunned by relatives when he was a boy, who was exiled by his family when he was young, who was abandoned by his master in middle age, and whose body was Throw it in the barren mountains and ridges, and eventually be forgotten.”

"Among all living beings, little people can't make waves, so what else is there to strive for and look forward to in this life?"

Tang poetry: "............"

Well, she still couldn't answer this question.

"My whole life is like being tightly bound by a rope. No matter I struggle, call, or fight, I am ignored in the end. In the end, I can only wait for death. I can't resist or resist, I can only resign myself to fate. .”

The golden-scaled lion's voice became lower and lower as he spoke, with a hint of despair.

After listening to what it said, Tang Shi came to a conclusion.

After Jin Lin walked through the illusion, it——

He thought he was Ji Huang and became depressed.

This is really a sad story...

Tang Shi took back the skull from the claws of the golden-scaled lion and weighed it in his hands.

"Things are a bit tricky..."

……

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In the rolling mountains, there are lush trees and towering plants.

Night has fallen, stars fill the sky, a half-moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight shines on the forest.

In the forest, the roars of wild beasts were heard from time to time.

Occasionally, you can see a few birds flying through the jungle.

Tang Shi held the strange skull in his right hand and walked in the forest.

Following her was a golden-scaled lion in the form of a beast.

At this time, it was still in a state of half-dead sadness, with empty eyes and no focus.

It's like losing one's soul.

If it weren't for the skeleton in Tang Shi's hand that could lure the golden-scaled lion to follow her, she really didn't know how to take it away.

Now the two of them looked like they were chasing corpses.

"I regret it, I regret it..."

It murmured and kept repeating this sentence, as if it was in deep annoyance.

Tang Shi stopped, turned his head and looked at it again and again, and finally couldn't help but ask: "You have been saying this sentence of regret all the way, what are you regretting?"

Facing Tang Shi's inquiry, the golden-scaled lion seemed not to hear it. His eyes were still empty and dull, and the aura on his body was still depressed and depressed.

Well, at present, she really couldn't talk to it in detail.

Tang Shi sighed silently and continued walking forward.

She planned to think about the solution after she went back.

"I regret it, I regret it..."

"I regret......"

The silent jungle was filled with the sad murmur of the golden-scaled lion repeated over and over again.

It kept echoing like a ghost.

If you were a timid person, you would probably be scared out of your wits if you heard this kind of sound.

However, there are exceptions.

In a dense bush, there was a figure standing in front of him. Judging from the appearance, he was tall and burly, and his whole body was filled with a cold and murderous aura.

He carried two swords in his hands and wore a thick cloak that covered part of his body, but the skin above his chest was still exposed to the air.

His eyes penetrated the layers of bushes and stared at a woman and a beast not far away.

The woman could not tell her cultivation level. She was holding a red skull in her hand and walking forward slowly.

This skull looks very unusual.

The beast behind her turned out to be a sixth-level monster, a rare golden-scaled lion.

The beast seemed to be guided by the skull and followed the woman.

From this point of view, that skull can actually command sixth-order monsters? !

Thinking of this, the man's breathing became rapid, his eyes became darker and darker, and he clenched the two knives in his hands even more tightly.

If he could grab the skull...