Hu Qing hugged the flower pot: "Xiao Xuanxue, that's great. What would I do without you?"
Silk cloth curled his lips when he heard this. You have said this to too many people.
The snow-white petals opened one by one from the inside and twisted into beautiful shapes. It was obvious that the gentle praise made it happy.
Hu Qing made free boasts, saying, "You are the most beautiful, how nice it is to have you, etc." to fool this ignorant little thing. When he got outside, he glanced casually, moved away, and then quickly turned back.
"Oh my god——"
Hu Qing was deeply shocked.
Silk cloth was also shocked.
After the violent storm, the flower buds were blown to nowhere, and all they could see was a flat ground slowly falling from high to low. The uniform green light was like green grass. Wherever you looked, it was as flat as if you had used a rake to sweep it across.
All the green light was under his feet. Hu Qing turned back violently, raised his head, and sucked in the cold air.
Behind the flower buds, there is a cliff rising from the ground. It is dark and straight, with invisible pressure and no end in sight.
She swallowed: "We were blown to the end of the ancient cemetery?"
A black ball rolled over: "Boss, wuwu, I almost couldn't see you."
Hu Qing was speechless: "Is it that exaggerated? Xiao Xuanxue even let you into the house when it was most critical."
Demon Spirit: "It's falling apart, it hurts so much."
It's still small and its bones are still tender.
Hu Qing waved, and the demon spirit floated up and came to her palm. Hu Qing casually stroked it twice to comfort her, then looked up at the cliff: "Do you know where this is?"
Demon: "Where?"
"I knew I would still ask you?"
Demon spirit: "I don't know." It moved and let out a surprised sigh: "Why do I feel like I'm stronger?"
Hu Qing said: "It's good to be strong. If it's strong, it's durable."
The demon was confused and praised it lightly: "Boss, I'm going to work right away."
Turning down, another sound came out: "The bones are all broken."
Hu Qing, who had his head raised, immediately looked towards the ground when he heard that. Before, he was only shocked by the flatness and boundlessness of the terrain. It was so green and beautiful, and he forgot to look at the scene under the green light. When he looked again, he realized that the whole ground under his feet was
They were broken bones, broken into pieces so thoroughly that they were spread out like broken shell pieces.
Hu Qing was dumbfounded, this is the survival of the fittest in nature? She was blown to a shabby place full of broken bones? Good fart materials can be found in such a place.
She was a little impatient and started running. She ran all the way and ran back in a big circle. Her face was greener than the green light. Broken bones, all broken bones. Did she fall into a sea of broken bones?
The demon spirit ran after her, but when he saw that she stopped running: "Boss? Do I have to work?"
Hu Qing lowered his head and stared at his feet, wishing to dig out a big hole, and said viciously: "Dig, dig to the bottom for me!"
The demon cheered, stretched out its body, and turned into a big furoshiki. It picked up a ball from the ground and kneaded it until the broken bones became more broken. Then it flew to the other side to unload it, then flew back and wrapped it again.
I have to say that this work attitude is very worthy of praise.
Hu Qing gritted her teeth and stared at the sea of broken bones for a while, then turned and headed towards the cliff. The green light was too weak and could not illuminate a very high distance. Standing below, she could only vaguely see less than a hundred meters, and the dark cliff seemed like
Metal, heavy pressure, rushed towards my face.
Putting a hand on it, it felt cold and stinging, so Hu Qingqing pulled back his hand fiercely.
"Does this stone bite?"
It hurt even through the silk cloth.
Silk cloth: "I didn't bite you, it was the evil thoughts and demonic energy immersed in it that stimulated your soul."
Hu Qing was surprised: "Attack the soul?"
"It's not directed at you. It's probably aggressive towards all living things. In other words, it's a strong power of resentment that naturally restrains living creatures."
Hu Qing frowned tightly, wouldn't that be killing me?
"What the hell is this place? Why are all the corpses thrown here? The demons are not afraid of the outbreak of plague?" Hu Qing thought thoughtfully: "Hey, maybe these things are the plague of the demons? You said, monks also have plagues
?"
Silk cloth affirmed: "Yes."
Hu Qing listened to his affirmative tone: "Is there also a fairy world?"
"Yes. Plagues are also poisons. Poisons that can be quickly infected and cannot be cured are plagues. Therefore, humans have them, demons have them, and monsters have them too."
It is not necessarily the same poison that works on every race, but every race has its infamous plague poison. It can be seen that when it comes to plague, God is fair to everyone.
Silk cloth said: "Maybe this is really the plague poison of the demon clan. We are in such a terrible place. How about we think about it?"
Hu Qing was speechless: "Didn't you hear what the senior ghosts said? They are also afraid of this place."
Silk cloth: "Alas."
Hu Qing: "Alas."
If you can't touch it, how can you climb up?
Hu Qing said: "I can't die here, Hu Nuan is still waiting for me to go home."
Silk cloth said: "You can't die here. I have only been with you for less than twenty years."
Hu Qing glanced sideways: "Are you afraid that if I die, you will have the reputation of being the slayer?"
Silk cloth: "Who knows me? Do I need a reputation?"
Both of them were worried, and Hu Qing squatted at the foot of the cliff in a daze.
The demon spirit does not have the worries of adults. As long as it can live for now, it feels no sorrow and happily sifts through the broken bones.
Hu Qing looked at its assembly line-like movements, working in full swing, and was embarrassed to interrupt it: these were all bones and dregs destroyed and crushed by strong winds and waves. They were screened waste products and could not be used at all.
Digging and digging, sifting and sifting, Hu Qing spent a long day in a daze. She didn't even know how many hours she called a day. It must be more than twenty-four hours. With her current physical strength, she couldn't
It’s no problem to last three or four days without eating, drinking or sleeping.
She was in a daze until she felt exhausted and called the demon spirit: "Let's go, go back to sleep."
The demon spirit responded and floated over. A hand stretched out from the black ball, with five fingers stretched out, holding a handful of bone particles.
Hu Qing was in a daze, staring at that hand. Why did it look so familiar?
He stretched out his hand, well, it was exactly the same, even the calluses from forging were the same, except that this hand was black.
Is this a reference to her transformation?
"Boss, these beads can't be worn out."
Hu Qing stretched out his fingers and pinched one. He squeezed it hard, but it couldn't be squeezed and his teeth moved. Forget it, it's not hygienic.
Then he took them all and went to the flower bud room. Xiao Xuanxue didn't let the demon spirit in again, and the demon spirit didn't take it seriously. He obediently got under the flower bud room and rested.
Entering the room, the silk cloth became smaller and wrapped around the wrist.
"Why do you think it is so well-behaved and sensible?" Hu Qing said that it did not fit her stereotype of monsters.
Silk cloth: "Demon spirits are transformed from countless fragments of demon consciousness. Demons are the best at bewitching people's hearts and seducing the darkness in them. Demonic spirits acting like this only means that they can sense your thoughts and become what you need most.
If you are a murderous person, maybe it will kill you just to make you laugh."
Hu Qingyin said: "It's terrible to have such a talent for exploiting the camp. You must remind me not to have bad thoughts."
Silk cloth thought, remind you when you go crazy and tear the banshee apart with your hands? Haha, I don’t want my life?
