Demoness’s Art of Vengeance

There was a white mist all around, and I couldn't see a finger. Jon Reagan doesn't know what he is now, a lonely soul? A piece of air? A breeze? Or an unknown peeper.

All he knew was that he had fallen into the same dream, a dream that he had been having for 20 years.

When he was six years old, Jung Ruihan fell off a false mountain and hit his head, unconscious all day and night.

Over the course of the night, he entered a long dream in which a woman in red was fighting a group of eyebrows, clearly facing an enemy situation with a confident and cold smile on her face.

The technique practiced by this woman was obviously not a decent one. A palm wind shot from her palm at those who had unknowingly attacked her in the past. The air blew open a bloody mist, and the woman's white skin was stained with sporadic bloodstains.

However, these colors, which symbolize death, not only do not make her look horrible, but rather add a few bright colors that make her blind.

Those who were deterred by women's strengths retreated and shook their voices to call women "demons”.

Female demon head? Why do these people call this sister the Demon Head? I know this sister looks so pretty...

At that time, Jung Ruihan was only six years old and at an obscure age. He was bewitched to try to get closer and see clearly, but saw the woman turn her head suddenly and looked straight in his direction.

Juan Ruihan was shocked and wondered what a woman would do with her peeping self.

But the redcoated woman did not care to stand aside, her glaring phoenix eyes sparkled with a clear, cold light, and her lips slowly pulled up a derisive, seemingly frivolous curve.

Turning around, the woman used the palm wind as a knife to cut off the enemies behind her who wanted to attack her.

Jung Ruihan discovered that the woman in red had no image of herself in her eyes, and his little heart raised a mood to say whether she was lost or fortunate. And the last smile of the woman in red was like a heavy hammer, knocking directly into his heart.

Having woken up from a coma, Jon Ruihan wanted to think about the woman's face, and the harder he tried to think about it, the blurrer the woman's face would be in his memory, until finally, only that fiery, bloody figure could remain deep in his mind.

Jung Ruihan, six years old, thought that the woman was just a fictional figure in her dream, she had to feel suddenly lost, unexpectedly, a few days later, he dreamed of the woman again.

Three out of two, four out of three... When Jung Ruihan dreamed of this woman once and again, he had long believed that she must have a very strong connection to herself.

However, if his memories were not faulty, there was no such woman in his life, not to mention the fact that she was so special that he could not have forgotten each other so thoroughly, even if he had only one side with her.

These dreams are not exactly the same, and the only thing in common is that the protagonist of the dreams will always be the woman in red.

Jongrehan even dreamed about the woman's pregnancy - the woman retracted the harsh breath, looked softly at her slightly raised abdomen like a mother who loved her child all over the world, the sun shined on her, as if she had been coated with a warm film of light, and made the whole picture roll look beautiful and bright.

Who the hell is this woman?

At that time, Jung Ruihan had already contacted the people left behind by the Jiang family. Hearing that his mother was also a monk practitioner, he had once doubted that the woman would be her mother.

Or his “imaginary" mother.

But he asked the older tribes carefully, and in their description, there was not a single thing on the mother's body that matched that of a woman in red. At least, her mother did not like to wear red very much. When she married her father, she wore court clothes, not to mention red clothes.

Jung Ruihan also later obtained a portrait of the mother, confirming that the mother was not the woman in red in his dreams.

After knowing this, Jon Reagan sighed slightly in relief.

Subconsciously, he didn't want the woman in red to be his mother, but he couldn't say exactly what he wanted the woman in red to be.

It continued until the year he was fifteen, when he had his first spring dream of his life.

Dreams are bright and real, as if they had actually happened.

He pushed him into his arms, his nose sending a sweet aura of breath, their breathing - entanglement, the woman's face filled with a redness that resembled drunkenness.

Like tasting the world's most fragrant wine, he left his mark on every corner of the woman, and the woman held him as tight as he wished, sending a mellow - seductive - inward - bone bark in her soft lips - oh.

But the woman was not shouting his name, even a name he had never heard before - Lingyu.

“Who is Lingyu?” Jung Ruihan slightly paused, pinched the woman's chin, and asked harshly.

The woman who killed the enemy during the weekday between jokes was lying beneath him, but no longer had the coldness and determination of the time, except the lost eyes and the eyes of water vapor.

The woman half-eyed and shouted that strange name, Lingyu.

Jung Ruihan suddenly realized that the woman was not looking at him, but through him, at another man he hadn't even heard of.

Angry Jon Ruihan no longer had any sense of pity for the woman. The action rudely occupied the woman and grew before dawn, leaving only one bed of ruthlessness.

When I left the woman in my dream, Jon Rahan woke up.

This spring - the dream experience is not very good, Juan Ruihan felt that the first time he had a spring - dreams, he dreamt that the person he liked had another person in his heart, I'm afraid he was really the first person of all time.

He couldn't figure out exactly what those dreams heralded, or, rather, just dreams that had no meaning at all, and women in red lived only in his fantasies.

For that speculation in the back, Jon Reagan was repelled from his heart.

After 20 years of dreaming, he walked into Jungrehan's mind again tonight, leaving himself to walk forward in this white fog until the fog in front of him gradually dissipated and the scene slowly became clearer.

The scene was strange, and I'm afraid it was another event he hadn't “experienced” in his dreams.

“Where is she? Did you find out?” Jon Reagan heard such a voice in his mouth, a little hoarse, as if he had been traumatized.

Somehow, despite the seemingly endless nature of the phrase, Juan Ruihan could feel that the word "she” in his mouth was referring to the woman in red.

“Master Qi found out that the other party had been detained by the Eight Gates in a dust-free dungeon.” The subordinates knelt half to the ground and said respectfully.

“Dungeons, dungeons?!” Jon Ruihan's heart rose with a strong rage, his sleeves swung, his subordinates suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood, almost unable to support his body and fell to the ground.

“Didn't the king ask you to protect her well? Why did she get caught in the dungeon?” Jon Ruihan walked to his subordinates step by step, and the strong momentum of his body made his subordinates' bones "click”.

Two years ago, because of his impending promotion, he hastily opted for closure, and before closure, he explicitly mentioned the need for subordinates to protect women secretly.

Although the strength of women is also strong, it is not safe to be surprised that the practitioner wants more women to die.

“My lord... my lord... my subordinate has tried his best..." The man who would have been half-kneeling on the ground had been completely on the ground by now, and he had no doubt that Ron Rackham would have killed him directly because of his weakness this time.

The pressure on Jon Ruihan's foreman suddenly disappeared when he thought he was dying.

“Count the horses and go with the king to Dust Free Peak. If you fail to succeed in rescuing her, you can stop yourself.” Ron Ruihan coldly said, waving his sleeve away, his men behind him responded for the rest of their lives after the robbery. "Yes."

However, when he led most of his men to Dust Free Peak, what was seen far away was a column of red light rising from the sky on Dust Free Peak, with a strong ominous scent, the only word reminiscent of which was "death”.

A shocking rock collapsed on the dust-free peak, and the whole mountain crawled into a huge pit, and the formation used to bind women around the dust-free peak suddenly disappeared.

Jung Ruihan's heart beat violently, and the blues on his forehead went down with it.

He thinks something's wrong with the girl!

This intuition was so strong that he rushed to the top of the summit without even thinking about it, and many people with guard dungeons tried to stop him along the way, and he killed them all.

Just like a woman once did.

Jungrehan, covered in blood, rushed to the top of the summit and saw a huge pit with scattered gravel underneath, but rarely able to identify it as a place trapped in a “prisoner".

Fearing hurting a woman, Jung Ruihan could not blow up the stones with a powerful charm, so he could only stick the charm on himself and dig it with his hands.

He didn't dig for long because of the role of the charm and the help of his subordinates, but in the digging process, every minute and second passes like a torment.

He had finally dug out the woman, but she had died completely, and the torture she had suffered before she died had almost crumbled him.

Women's spiritual roots were destroyed, repaired and abandoned, their eyes were dug out, and the whole person lost only one bone.

The most important thing was the woman's abdomen, which was supposed to bear their children, and when he penetrated the magic into the woman, he only “saw" that the woman's abdomen had been permanently injured.

Their children, they shouldn't have...

Jung Ruihan's eyes gradually became blood-red, and the magic that had settled for a long time wandered again in his body.

“Lord! Danger, wake up! ”

“My lord, suppress the magic in your body, you are going to exorcise! ”

……

Far away came the anxious voices of his subordinates, but it could no longer be conveyed into Jon Ruihan's heart, with only two words left in his heart, namely “revenge”.

Jon Reagan's strength rose dramatically after the fire, but he also lost his mind completely. He had fallen into the hands of the top masters and elders of the Eight Gates of the Real World, where blood and death greeted him everywhere.

Jon Rachel also found the woman who killed his child, and all the heads around that woman, crushing their heads in their frightened eyes.

However, the Fire Enchantment is inherently a state of great harm to the body, and after all this, Jon Reagan also reached the end of the crossbow.

At the moment of the fall, Ron Rachel finally had a moment of sobriety in his head.

Though this clear-headed time was very brief, it also made an idea in his mind incredibly clear ——

If there was a newborn, he hoped to make the red-dressed woman fall in love with herself first, not the “Lingyu” who would not cherish her at all.

As the darkness of dreams gradually began to strike, Jon Ruihan in reality slowly awakened.

He felt the ice cool on his face, gently rubbing it, but it was two and a half lines of dry tears.