Chapter 453 Deep Connection (Part 2)
"Come and drink some water."
Late at night, the energetic An Xuefeng hugged the satisfied and tired Wei Xun, coaxed him in a low voice and fed him a few sips of sugar water. The dual mental and physical immersion consumes Wei Xun's physical strength greatly, not to mention that before he changes into an alienated state or wears some other title that changes his physique, Wei Xun's body is already relatively weak, and he is very fast in some aspects.
For the sake of his health, An Xuefeng limited Wei Xun's times in the second half of the race. There was so much happiness that when they finally reached the peak together, Wei Xun's whole body was tense and he could not recover for a long time.
An Xuefeng became more and more refreshed, and he clearly felt that the spiritual connection between himself and Wei Xun was getting closer. The originally aggressive and vigilant spirit finally slowly let go of her lover, allowing him to go deeper. In An Xuefeng's spirit that is full of acne pollution, Wei Xun's spiritual tentacles are like anchors, bringing him calmness and reason.
Holding Wei Xun in his arms, An Xuefeng couldn't help but kiss her again and again. When their foreheads were touching, An Xuefeng in the Pharaoh's Pyramid in the mental illusion held Wei Xun in his arms and chopped up the yellow sand in the sky with a sword, and his eyes were filled with a deafening roar. Scenes flashed before Wei Xun's eyes, which were slightly closed. They were An Xuefeng's memories when he opened the Pharaoh's Pyramid and took control of it.
At the same time, An Xuefeng also saw some memories of Wei Xun when he first entered the hotel.
Deep connection is a process in which both tour guides and tourists are constantly open to each other. An Xuefeng is a little regretful that the display of this past scene is only after entering the hotel, and the real life before entering the hotel will not be revealed at all. Otherwise, he might be able to check Wei Xun's childhood and youth memories to see if there were any problems.
How cute Wei Xun must have been when he was a child.
An Xuefeng regretfully thought that although he didn't have much interest in children, when it came to Wei Xun, he couldn't help but want to participate in his entire life.
"Is this you?"
Although he kept slashing at the illusion, An Xuefeng was actually distracted until Wei Xun's voice called his attention back.
Wei Xun opened his eyes. When An Xuefeng smashed the pyramid, he saw in the vision the pharaoh version of An Xuefeng, only wrapped in cloth strips and wearing gold ornaments on his forehead, arms and ankles!
"You like it?"
The figure in front of him disappeared like yellow sand, but the touch around him changed. Wei Xun turned around and saw the ancient strip of cloth wrapped around An Xuefeng's chest. The loose strip of cloth stained with yellow sand was half-covered and half-covered, fully revealing An Xuefeng's excellent figure. The black belt The golden eyeliner is not out of place on his handsome face, but instead has an exotic charm, like a supreme king in an ancient kingdom who is surrendered by millions of slaves. The corners of his eyes are outlined in ink, and his eyes are as sharp as a blade. Pierced into Wei Xun's heart.
"This is the orange title I got after mastering the pyramid, Pharaoh."
An Xuefeng's strong hands hugged Wei Xun's waist and lifted him up. In order to maintain balance, Wei Xun subconsciously held down An Xuefeng's arm. His fingertips were filled with warm, flexible skin and strong muscles, pulsating with vitality. . The perspective like a golden eagle shone with dazzling light, but An Xuefeng's eyes were filled with Wei Xun's figure.
The white, shining lover is like the white eagle captured and imprisoned by the Pharaoh. He longs to return to the sky, but he can only touch the sky with the help of the Pharaoh's arm.
But Wei Xun would not fly away like a white eagle. He lowered his head, rubbed An Xuefeng's nose with his lips, and said with a smile in his eyes: "So your pollution from 30 degrees north latitude is hidden here."
It turns out that the pollution power that An Xuefeng had previously revealed with the help of the pyramid token was just the tip of the iceberg. More pollution from the Pharaoh's Pyramid was all gathered on the fifth floor of the mental illusion!
"Only for you."
An Xuefeng rubbed Wei Xun's forehead and whispered the reason. Before exploring the Pharaoh's Pyramid 100%, the higher the exploration level, the more pollution he will harvest, until it reaches the critical point where it can change the body. This is another kind of aberration.
Since An Xuefeng does not want the exploration degree to reach 100% in a short period of time, these accumulated pollution will always exist, and he cannot fully control it. He can only use a special method to use the power of the title of 'Pharaoh' to seal it in In the illusion of the mind.
The huge, restless pollution that was eager to pollute him and escape his control made An Xuefeng instinctively want to suppress it and tame it. The relationship between the two has reached a critical point of tension, and they are in extremely serious internal friction every day. If Without connecting with Wei Xun, let alone using this power in his poor state, continuing to hold on would cause great harm to his body and spirit.
"Is it better now?"
"That's it."
An Xuefeng completely suppressed this power, and the pharaoh's decorations gradually disappeared and returned to normal clothes. The howling and restless wind dissipated, and the pyramid and the ancient city of Lusoy that were smashed by him returned to their original state, but the weird and twisted sense of danger was gone. He put down Wei Xun, took his hand, and walked together to the next level of spiritual illusion.
Compared with the fifth floor, the mental illusion on the sixth floor is easier to solve. Wei Xun only saw a hazy orange-yellow light in front of him, as warm and charming as the sunset, and seemed to hear deafening cheers in his ears, mixed with The hotel’s cheerful announcement:
"An Xuefeng won! He defeated Hope-Zhang Xingzang——"
", An Xuefeng won! He defeated Occultism-David——"
"An Xuefeng won! He defeated Xuanxue-Cen Qin——"
"An Xuefeng won! He defeated Whitechapel Augustine——"
Wei Xun seemed to see the flash of a knife, and saw familiar figures who looked ten years younger. They were either amazed or helpless, or laughed or scolded or regretted, and were defeated by An Xuefeng one by one.
He saw An Xuefeng's back, from the beginning to the end, An Xuefeng always had a straight back, his shoulders were as tall as a mountain and never wavered. When he defeated the last person, he stood with a knife in his hand, and the light of victory dyed his blade orange.
"Congratulations - let's congratulate the final winner, the whole hostel should cheer for him!!"
"Victory - the great victory belongs to An Xuefeng! He is the winner of the individual competition of the year-end celebration, and is the most worthy strongest traveler!!"
"An Xuefeng - will be awarded the title of the strongest traveler -"
" - Return at dusk!!"
Wei Xun saw the extremely brilliant light condensed into the laurel wreath awarded by the hostel to the winner, falling on the top of An Xuefeng's head. Everyone, the whole hostel, was cheering and shouting his name. At that time, Wang Pengpai, Yu Hehui, Tong Hege and others who were returning were clapping wildly in the audience. This was a glorious moment that belonged to An Xuefeng alone, and it was the peak honor of the strongest person in the hostel.
An Xuefeng closed his eyes slightly, as if he had returned to ten years ago. He stood on the high platform, surrounded by eyes that were either appreciative, fearful, joyful, blessing, or unwilling to hate. He felt a dense soreness and pain on his body. This was the price of winning the final victory, but more of it was pleasure and happiness. He finally had the strength to stand higher, and finally qualified to participate in the core plan——
More memories were blurred by the hotel, and An Xuefeng could not remember clearly. His eyes fell on the young man's arrogant smile.
This was the smile he had shown before, but now An Xuefeng felt that this smile was a bit strange. Ten years in the hotel made him more stable and restrained, and he no longer exposed his true emotions.
But the strongest, the winner, should have such a smile. An Xuefeng looked at Wei Xun and found that his eyes were sparkling. He held his hand tightly, leaned forward, and his eyes were focused and excited.
Wei Xun has always been chasing after the strong, likes to be strong, and desires to become stronger. An Xuefeng knows that the ‘number one person in the hotel’ can win all of Wei Xun’s attention. He should feel infinitely proud and satisfied that his lover is fascinated by him, but An Xuefeng’s heart is inappropriately filled with sourness and jealousy. When he was young, he was about the same age as Wei Xun, and they were probably more compatible when standing together...
"Let's do it a few more times."
Suddenly, An Xuefeng was pulled by the collar. He lowered his head along with Wei Xun's force and saw Wei Xun's increasingly bright and even somewhat aggressive eyes.
"Your body is not yet..."
An Xuefeng subconsciously rejected him. He didn't want Wei Xun to be aroused by others and then come to him again, even if that 'person' was his younger self. But before he could finish his words of rejection, An Xuefeng heard Wei Xun say with great interest: "Ten years have passed, how strong are you now?"
The young An Xuefeng was so strong back then, and now An Xuefeng is definitely much stronger than before. Wei Xun's breathing quickened when he thought about it, and he wanted to experience An Xuefeng's strength right away.
Such a strong person now belongs to him.
Wei Xun said it sincerely and deliberately. He realized that this layer of mental illusion seemed to be easy, but in fact it contained sinister hints. The easier the young An Xuefeng won, the more powerful and invincible he appeared, the more it could reflect the current An Xuefeng--
Ten years later, he was getting older, and his mental illness was full of old diseases. That indomitable spirit disappeared. You failed ten years ago, can you succeed ten years later?
The most feared thing in this world is the old age of heroes and the gray hair of beauties.
The mental illusion will reveal all the worries hidden in the deepest part of a person's heart, and even magnify them. Under normal circumstances, An Xuefeng would definitely have a correct and rational assessment of his own strength, but in the mental illusion, he showed some gloom and sadness.
In Wei Xun's opinion, solving this problem is very simple, just do it and it's done.
An Xuefeng was vigorous and vigorous, and Wei Xun was very satisfied. Can you be called old in your thirties? This is a good time for vigorous blood! He saw An Xuefeng's eyes light up faintly, like the eyes of a wolf, but An Xuefeng is worthy of being An Xuefeng. He doesn't need to do it physically. Wei Xun gives him an attitude and he can think of defeating the weakness of the spirit amplification and restore a good mental state.
But the second time Wei Xun wanted did not come too late. The seventh layer of the mental illusion was a deep darkness. Wei Xun could not see or hear anything. An Xuefeng beside him seemed to disappear, until the cold breath brushed past his ears and the voice rang.
"This is... when I was born."
When An Xuefeng was born, when he sliced. Wei Xun had not been sliced, and his strength was not at that level, so he could not bear the impact of this terrifying pollution force. This should have been the most dangerous level. Without recognition, no one could reach such a deep place in An Xuefeng's mind. Before the complete fusion, the problem at this level could not be fundamentally solved for the time being.
Willing to let Wei Xun pass, just to collect a little reward.
Countless tentacles in the mental illusion wrapped around, completely controlling Wei Xun, penetrating everywhere, rough and crazy. This was An Xuefeng who could not control himself when he was just sliced. A large amount of liquid was infused, making it unbearable. In reality, An Xuefeng's eyes were deep, staring at Wei Xun, who suddenly fell into a nightmare, tense all over, and breathing rapidly. Seeing his legs kicking uncontrollably, his fingers tightly grasping the sheets.
An Xuefeng held down Wei Xun's hand, forcibly interlocked with his fingers, and lowered his head to heal his injuries. Although An Xuefeng was harmonious at the moment, he still had subtle comparisons when his emotions fluctuated. The second time should have been longer than the first time. The sky outside turned from dark to light until noon.
"I don't want to drink water..."
When An Xuefeng replenished Wei Xun's water, Wei Xun choked and ran away. His body was shaking unbearably and his speech was slurred: "So bloated...so dirty..."
"I'll take you to take a shower."
An Xuefeng felt refreshed and carried Wei Xun to the bathroom.
"How about, how about we come here first?"
Wei Xun had already calmed down when An Xuefeng asked worriedly. He weakly waved his hand and directed An Xuefeng to get a bottle of pills from the bedside drawer.
The improved version of Dragon Tiger Pill that Tong Hege made in the first furnace is really good. Although it is not used in this way, Wei Xun is full of energy again.
"I'm not happy enough yet."
Wei Xun said with an insatiable smile. It was clear that he had not been lacking in material things since he was a child, but he was the kind of person who wanted to eat everything he wanted at once. If he wants to own something, he must possess it completely and completely.
The deep connection has not been successful yet, and the deepest part of An Xuefeng's spiritual fantasy has not yet been explored.
He would not let An Xuefeng leave.
"Addicted me."
Wei Xun breathed into An Xuefeng's ear, and An Xuefeng hugged him directly. In the mental illusion, An Xuefeng held Wei Xun from the seventh floor to the eighth floor.
The eighth level of the spiritual illusion is a deep sea without a trace of light. The fishy smell of the sea is everywhere, making people's lungs aching, as if they are drowning in a deep sea where they can't even reach their fingertips. Wei Xun breathed hard, but couldn't get rid of the suffocating feeling until another more vivid touch covered it.
The sound of water sounded. In reality, An Xuefeng was holding Wei Xun in the bathroom and taking a shower. His strong hands supported Wei Xun's body and easily lifted his feet off the ground. There were cold tiles behind him, and he felt like he was falling in the air. All sensations are aggravated and deepened. The bumps are like a small boat encountering a storm on the sea. Suddenly the boat is torn apart by huge waves, and the cold water rushes in, making people unable to bear more, and is eventually swallowed by the water.
Sinking Daxizhou was extremely manic and frightening, and An Xuefeng's control over Sinking Daxizhou was not too deep. The pollution backfired again and again, sending the bumpy boat rushing from the bathroom to the sofa and back to the bathroom.
When the hype was over, the two finally took a break.
Yu Hehui and Tong Hege, who were waiting outside, were about to kick in the door. But at this moment, Yu Hehui's expression changed slightly as if he had received some news.
"Ah Dream Chaser? Why are you here?"