Gu Qiaoqiao walked out angrily, looked at Gu Rong who was arrogant in the yard, pinching his waist, and said, "What are you doing here?
I'm going to Zong's house in the afternoon, so I won't play with you."
Gu Rong looked arrogant: "Look at how happy you are, as if you told me not to go to Zong's house this afternoon."
Gu Qiaoqiao raised her eyebrows, a little surprised: "You want to go to the Zong family too?"
"That's natural."
Gu Rong raised his chin proudly, looked at Gu Qiaoqiao, and said: "Master gave special instructions. This time, I can follow you."
Gu Qiaoqiao thought for a while, then nodded and said: "This trip will take several days, and we do need some attendants along the way."
When Gu Rong heard this, his eyes paused: "Gu Qiaoqiao, what did you say?
Do you have the guts to say another word?"
"Am I wrong?"
Gu Qiaoqiao shrugged and said: "Don't you have any idea about your own strength?
You are only a few days younger than me, and your strength is inferior to mine, but it is too much. I went to the Zong family to grow my face, so what are you going to do?"
Gu Rong gritted his teeth and said, "Gu Qiaoqiao, don't be proud, I'm about to enter the supreme realm."
Gu Rongdao.
Hearing this, Gu Qiaoqiao couldn't help laughing: "You have just entered the realm of the three spirits, but you actually have the nerve to say that you are about to enter the supreme realm. As expected, not everyone has such a thing as face."
"Gu Qiaoqiao, you little bitch."
Gu Rong's face was ashen and he couldn't bear it anymore. He rushed up and started fighting with Gu Qiaoqiao.
Soon, Gu Qiaoqiao pushed Gu Rong to the ground, sat on her body, and locked her hands on the ground.
"Just because you still want to fight me, you won't be able to keep up even if you eat for a few more years."
Gu Qiaoqiao said: "If it weren't for the fact that you are my cousin, I would tear your mouth apart today, little Lang Hoozi."
"Little bitch, just wait. When I surpass you, I will definitely..."
Gu Qiaoqiao pinched Gu Rong's mouth and asked her to swallow the next words.
Gu Rong's face turned red as he struggled, but the gap in physical strength made him unable to resist at all.
"Xiaolang Hoozi, you'd better be more at ease with me these days. No one is protecting you on the way to Zong's house. If you make me angry, you will suffer."
Gu Qiaoqiao stood up.
Gu Rong quickly got up and was about to continue his attack when Gu Qiaoqiao said: "Why do you still want to go on the road with a bruised nose and a swollen face?"
Gu Rong took a step back and pointed at Gu Qiaoqiao: "You little bitch, wait."
"Xiaolang Hoozi, I'm always waiting for you on the road ahead, but can you catch up?"
Gu Qiaoqiao laughed out loud, extremely happy.
…
In the room, the young man sat blankly on a chair. Occasionally, some pictures flashed through his mind, giving him a splitting headache.
"I am Su Hun, I...why am I still alive?"
The young man who spoke out was none other than Su Hun.
Su Hun realized that he was not dead yet, but his mind was very slow. He only remembered his name and a few things. The rest was very confusing. When he thought about it, some memories flashed through his mind, making his brain feel like it was exploding.
of severe pain.
"Why?
Am I not dead?"
Su Hun made a hoarse sound and covered his head. Some images kept flashing by. It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
"彽婳..." Suddenly, he shouted this sentence and remembered something.
There seemed to be some images in his mind. His body was shattered, leaving only a drop of blood adhering to a broken sword. His consciousness was chaotic and blurred.
At some point, he heard someone calling him husband, and then, a gentle energy enveloped the blood.
He remembered that it was Yuhua and found him.
The drop of blood that the soul wrapped around him protected the last trace of spirituality and did not scatter immediately.
Later, the wooden box opened automatically and took in the drop of blood. At the same time, it also absorbed the special soil scattered nearby.
That is the soil of immortality.
The drop of blood was mixed with immortal soil and fell into the wooden box. There were two rings inside. After touching the drop of blood, the two rings changed and formed a darker ring.
Yaohua's soul can protect the true spirit of the drop of blood, the immortal soil locks the vitality of the drop of blood, and the ring protects the last spiritual consciousness of the drop of blood.
I don't know how long it took, but he gradually regained consciousness. The drop of blood buried in the eternal soil glowed and regrouped his body.
But he couldn't move, and his consciousness was asleep most of the time.
It wasn't until recent years that he could sense some external things, but he still couldn't move.
Just now, a familiar breath seeped in from the outside, like spring rain falling on the dry land, breaking the confinement on his body and allowing him to regain some mobility.
"I didn't expect...that I would survive in this way."
Su Hun spoke softly, and some memories came to his mind.
He raised his hand. This body was extremely weak, as stagnant as a machine, with no energy flowing.
"My strength..."
He spoke softly, recalling the past events, and a terrible sharp pain came in his mind. He remembered some, but forgot more.
There is an indescribable desolation and sadness in my heart, as if there is something I haven't done yet, but I can't remember it.
"This is where?"
He looked around blankly, not knowing where he was or what he should do. He stared blankly at the ceiling with a dejected look on his face.
"You...who are you?"
Suddenly, a vigilant voice sounded.
Su Hun turned his head, his empty eyes reflected Gu Qiaoqiao's guarded look.
hiss!
After seeing Su Hun's appearance, Gu Qiaoqiao suddenly took a breath and almost screamed.
Who is this person? There are dark cracks on his face without any blood flowing out.
Like a cracked porcelain doll, it feels very unreal.
But in her perception, this is a living person.
Su Hun looked at Gu Qiaoqiao blankly, unable to remember who this person was.
Gu Qiaoqiao's eyes moved and finally looked at the wooden box in Su Hun's hand.
She said cautiously: "Is this thing yours?"
Su Hun nodded.
"Then how did you get into my room?"
Gu Qiaoqiao asked again.
Su Hun remained silent, looking down at the wooden box.
A drop of blood, growing a body in the box, is it the picture he saw, or is it his memory, or what he experienced?
His mind was in chaos, he was confused.
Seeing that Su Hun remained silent, Gu Qiaoqiao said, "If you don't want others to find out, just listen to me, you know?"