So, he rarely found interest, thought for a moment, and decided to pick a few lines from past dreams to say out loud, allowing the demoness in his arms to have a good laugh, while he could also follow suit and laugh loudly.
Dreams, aren’t they just daydreams?
But just at that moment, not far away, a golden hundred-treasure rack made of profound yellow material suddenly twisted. Cold, sinister words crawled up that dazzling profound yellow material, causing the gold to become dust-covered, revealing a chilling, bone-piercing cold tone.
Song Yan couldn’t dodge in time and saw a character: "Extreme."
This was the opening character for "Extreme North, Hidden Star Power."
The Wa Text Curse relentlessly hoped he would harness the power of the Extreme North Star Realm, thus allowing it to obliterate his soul and make him a vessel.
However, only one character "Extreme" appeared on the profound yellow hundred-treasure rack.
The second character twisted and transformed several times but then shrank back, and even the first character "Extreme" vanished without a trace.
Even so, Song Yan’s body shuddered violently, like a "mortal sleeping soundly in a winter’s cold bed, suddenly thrown into an ice cellar."
That shiver sent a bone-chilling cold through his entire body.
Yin Jiuqiao sensed his body shiver, looked up astonished, and said: "Han Lang?"
Her eyes unexpectedly shimmered with a strange hue.
Song Yan abruptly pushed her away, laughing: "What? Want to make a move?"
Yin Jiuqiao stepped back several zhang, landed gracefully, raised her ghost face, saw he had recovered, and giggled: "Such are the rules, Han Lang is not unaware.
If you suddenly have a problem and become weak, sooner or later you’ll be devoured by someone. It’s even less likely that Ying Wubei and Wu Sheng would miss this chance.
Rather than benefit others, I’d rather benefit myself.
At least, I will only make Han Lang a docile companion by my side, waiting for my return in the secret realm every day, saying nice things to please me, hee hee hee."
Having said that, she continued: "But, I see that Han Lang is very resilient. On the other hand, that little devil Ying Wubei seems to be slightly injured. He didn’t dare tell anyone... and I found out by accident.
Han Lang, I’m really good to you, telling you everything. When that little devil runs into trouble, we will divide him together."
Song Yan imitated Han Zhou’s style, coldly said: "If you fail, I’ll also turn you into a female cultivator who can only wait for me on the bed."
Yin Jiuqiao giggled: "Han Lang is really heartless, just before you talked about being inseparable, wandering the stars, now you want to wipe my memory and leave me on the bed to serve you."
While she laughed, her eyes steadily fixed on the man before her, as if judging whether he was pretending or not.
But she quickly realized in disappointment that the man before her wasn’t injured.
The two chatted a bit more about the layout of the "Ancient Dragon Battlefield," and Yin Jiuqiao then floated away.
The intense conversation made Song Yan feel slightly more lively.
When he raised his head again to look at the far-off hundred-treasure rack, the characters born from the "Wa Text Curse" did not appear again.


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