Headache.
A large area of darkness swept in front of him, turning into mottled black spots, covering his eyes. Ah Jian's spirit was greatly stimulated, and his eyeballs were throbbing restlessly and wildly. His eyelashes finally split open, revealing a gap, and a very dazzling light could be vaguely seen.
The ghosts were tightly clamped under Yuan Yuxue's Hongmeng Sword and did not dare to move at this time.
Seeing that it posed no threat for the time being, Yuan Yuxue slightly turned her attention to Ajian's current condition.
At this time, Ajian lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground. Lao Wang kindly took his hand and helped him sit on the ground. He also helped to cushion the back of his head so that he would not fall completely on the cold floor and it was convenient to observe his condition.
Yuan Yuxue squatted down and looked carefully at Ajian's expression.
There was no negative energy attached to him, and he seemed to be in good condition.
If something unexpected happened, Yuan Yuxue really couldn't help much - after all, he was a combat robot, his self-healing ability was okay, but his treatment ability was very average. It was already very good to be able to provide spiritual comfort.
When Ajian opened his eyes again, the first person he saw was naturally not Lao Wang, but Yuan Yuxue who was leaning over and looking at him.
If we talk from the perspective of angle, this angle is really a death angle.
But even though Yuan Yuxue was wearing a mask, the face she created was still too outstanding.
Ajian could see his pale complexion and handsome face, his red lips slightly raised, his dense eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the cold look in his pupils, making him look even softer.
When he stared at Ajian like this, it even seemed like he cared about him a lot. Looking at him like this really made people feel soft-hearted.
Yuan Yuxue saw that the focus in his eyes was gradually restored, and he seemed to have regained his spirits. His gaze was focused on her, and she asked calmly, "Are you awake? Are you feeling unwell anywhere else?"
Ajian: “…”
He still had a splitting headache, and after waking up, his memory was still stuck in the past - the ghosts had deceived him with illusions, and after he saw through them, they had invaded his formation through the flaws in the formation he had set up.
In the end, a man and a ghost fought each other. The ghost hid his strength. When he raised his eyes, negative energy condensed into water of drowning and dripped into his eyes from above.
The impression of everything that happened next was extremely vague, and Ajian certainly couldn't remember it either.
At this moment, Ajian saw the person he saw in his fantasy right in front of him.
For a moment, he certainly didn't feel touched or any other emotional fluctuations, he just felt a little guilty.
Yuan Yuxue is right in front of her.
And he looked at him and asked him questions with great concern, as if he was worried about his injuries.
…are all fake.
Ajian’s first reaction was that this was another form of illusion.
This illusion was clearer than the previous ambiguous one. It was not a shadow hiding in the bathroom, a looming figure hiding in the mist. Instead, it seemed that Yuan Yuxue was standing in front of him.
He had a very similar face, with fine, drooping eyelashes, bright red lips, and even spoke words that showed great concern for him, and possessed a rare warmth and tenderness - all of this came from his beautiful delusion.