Chapter 167 (1/2)

According to law, she should be happy for her when she can find her beloved man again. However, the object is illusory, a real living dead person, which makes Chuye very worried.

If he could not wake up all his life, would he have to wait on him all his life?

This is definitely not what Chuye wants to see.

If it was someone else's man, Chuye would throw it out directly and cut off the idea of luch without any happiness as soon as possible.

But the man lying on the bed is no one else. He is the real father of magic city!

If she really did something about fantasy, where would she put it?

I never want to hurt myself.

A sigh, Chu Ye looked at the magic that beautiful extraordinary face, all kinds of helpless.

”Are you Chuye?” A slightly low, very pleasant, middle-aged man's voice, suddenly sounded in the room.

”Who?” Chu Ye was startled, immediately whole body alert, eyes quickly swept the whole room, not to mention the human figure, even the ghost shadow did not see.

”You don't have to panic. I won't hurt you.” The voice rings again.

”You...” Chu Ye looks at the magic city on the bed, a face of consternation.

Because, at last, she was sure that the voice was coming from the phantom body on the bed.

”I can show up and meet you now, but promise me not to scream out loud, so as not to attract others.” The same voice came again from the body of phantasm.

”Good.” Chu Ye swallows a mouthful of saliva fiercely, intuition tells her, this voice has no malice.

As soon as he got Chuye's acceptance, a hazy milky mist, whew, shot out of the illusory eyebrows, and then floated above the phantom body. Slowly, slowly, automatically condensed into a transparent human shape as big as a fist.

as like as two peas in his bed, he is still the same as the illusion of his being still in bed.

Rigor is a miniature fantasy.

In addition to the size of the body, the only difference is: one is the entity, the other is the virtual body.

”Are you ”Fantasy?” Chuye was shocked.

”Yes. Rather, what you see now is my soul. ” Illusory and calm in the air sitting cross knees, floating in his body a meter high above.

Smell speech, Chuye can not help but a burst of joy.

”Uncle yunjue, I heard from phantom city earlier that you locked your soul in your body at the last moment of your death. You didn't really die completely. Unexpectedly, it was true. Wait a minute. I'll call my mother and magic city. If they know that your soul is coming out, they will be very happy

Say, Chu Ye wants to turn around to go out.