Under the moon, the night was as dark as ink, filled with faint black smoke.
The fire burned fiercely, and the body gradually turned into ashes.
From then on, no one knew she existed.
She will become a secret, buried in the grave.
On this night, Qingge sat cross-legged in the yard to practice like an old monk in trance. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth penetrated into her body through the thousands of pores on her body, cleansing her veins and swirling around the elixir fire.
Qingge's body is very weak, but what's surprising is that her recovery power is amazing.
Akabane is also well-known in the medical field. He believes that Qingge will need at least half a year to recover slowly. However, in the past ten days, Qingge has basically recovered half of the symptoms. Although there are still some sequelae, as long as
Taking the potion refined by Akabane will make you feel much better.
The moonlight shines down, exceptionally bright.
Qingge's face was covered with cold sweat, but it was like glass. She got up and walked towards the backyard. After taking a bath, she wore a red gown and barefooted, opened the door and walked into the house.
Qing Ge sat down in front of the dressing mirror, her white hair was half wet and hanging down on her shoulders.
She looked at herself in the mirror, and there was a touch of blue flame between her eyebrows, giving off a somewhat cold aura.
Qingge lowered her eyes and took out the Immortal Stone and the Great Spiritual Master's Book from the realm of nothingness.
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, her cultivation speed is abnormal.
But for Qingge, she stayed with the Second Sword Spiritual Master for too long.
She is a steady and steady person, and she cannot rush her training. However, as long as she keeps up with her training and mental state, she can break through at any time.
Only when you are in the innate realm, you cannot focus on seeking breakthroughs and ignore the fundamentals, resulting in a poor foundation for cultivation. If the thirteen levels of innateness collapse, no matter how hard you work in the future, you will not be able to make up for it.
When Qing Ge once stimulated the potential of the Dark Master, she received a lot of extremely pure spiritual energy. Such a steady stream of spiritual energy, hidden deep in her elixir fire, was enough to support her to break through several levels.
Once she breaks through the Three Swords, or becomes the Four Swords Spiritual Master, the pattern of the Four Star Continent will completely change.
And she is the one who claims to be king.
In this world, the reality is often cruel, the weak eat the strong, and the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Only those with strength are qualified to survive and can control the life and death of others.
Qing Ge has never had any thoughts about this world or all sentient beings.
It is true that she works hard, but she is an unambitious person. She is as vicious as a snake and a scorpion, but she is also indifferent to fame and fortune, and never cares about vulgar things.
She tried her best to climb up even if her head was broken and bleeding, just to protect the pure land in her heart.
Furthermore, if she doesn't fight and crawl, how can she stand beside Ji Yue and convince the demons in the Demon Realm?
Inside the house, the candles were dimly lit, and the night pearls illuminated the room brightly.
In the dressing mirror, a stunning face was reflected.
Suddenly, sharp ears grew on the sides of Qing Ge's white hair. Her pupils were gradually smudged with faint green. Her face had delicate and soft skin, as white as snow. It could be broken by a blow, as if it could squeeze out water.
, is really a beauty in the world.
Whenever the elf bloodline in Qingge's body changes, Qingge's body will also change.
The people of the elves are called monsters. They are neither men nor women, even young and old. They are only beautiful and have no ugliness.
According to legend, a long time ago, when the elves still existed, they were noble and holy. They lived in the mysterious jungle. Some elves would have beautiful wings growing on their backs.
The woman of the Elf clan is the most beautiful woman in the country, and her beauty is a disaster. People are reluctant to say that she is a vixen. As for the man, she is more beautiful than Pan An, more handsome, elegant and noble, and is the dream lover of countless girls.
Not only that, the beauty of male elves is not inferior to that of female elves. Because of this, many high-ranking officials and nobles will build secret rooms, capture elves, and imprison them in the secret rooms. Both men and women are their pets, bringing them joy.
Pleasure.
As for the feelings of the elves, no one cared about them.
Emperors in ancient times often felt proud of marrying elves.
Slowly, the elves disappeared across the continent and even to every corner.
It can be said that the greedy and vulgar people destroyed the elves.
Qingge sat on the chair, with her back straight and her eyes flashing suddenly.
Just now, many things related to elves suddenly appeared in her mind. It seemed that in an instant, she understood the history of elves.
Qingge closed her eyes, she could hear the raindrops outside the house, smell the fragrance hundreds of miles away, and the baby was crying helplessly.
Her senses, her sense of smell, all changed.
This is a very subtle illusion.
Qingge looked at herself in the mirror blankly, and slowly raised her hands, wanting to touch those sharp ears.
But when her fingertips touched the outline of her ears, her ears actually retracted and returned to their original state.
Qingge opened her mouth, but couldn't speak.
The elf blood was ready to stir up and her body would change in front of others at any time. There was nothing she could do about it.
Qingge shook her head helplessly, got up and walked to the bed to rest.
"Ye Yatou." Nightmare's voice sounded in the spiritual world.
"Um?"
"Have you ever thought about what to do if you are pregnant with a child?" Xianyu said thoughtfully: "Your current situation is very dangerous. Many high-ranking people in the Four-Star Continent regard you as a thorn in their side. The Qin family and the mysterious forces of Netherworld Island
, and your Elf bloodline and Dark Master identity, if exposed, you will definitely die, and even survival will be a luxury."
The nightmare is very serious.
Looking at the overall situation, we have to be prepared for danger in times of peace. Now it seems that Qing Ge is the Four Kings, the adopted son of Luohua City, and the disciple of Master Jin Chan of the Weapon Refining Guild. But these have brought her glory, and what follows is
Danger.
Just imagine, if Qingge is pregnant, it is Ji Yue's child. No matter how clear-headed and rational she is, she will not abandon this child. Even if she has to struggle in the quagmire, she will not let go.
But it was precisely because of her stubbornness that she got into trouble.
The child will become her handle, her rib, and the murderous weapon for evil people to kill her!
When Qingge heard Yan's words, her heart trembled suddenly.
As if thinking of the clouds and rain that night, Qingge frowned, pursed her lips, her eyes were like autumn water, and her expression was like fog.
It's not like she hasn't thought about this issue before.
However……
What should we do?
Qing Ge stretched out her hand and touched her belly.
The time is still short and the doctor cannot yet check whether I am pregnant.
After a long silence, Qing Ge smiled and said, "I'm so strong, I'm not afraid."
That was all she could say.
Take a step, look at a step, but the only thing you can't let go of is the obsession in your heart.
If she really had a child, how could she be willing to kill Ji Yue's flesh and blood.
Qingge closed her eyes, lay on the bed, and said, "Nama, it's getting late, let's have a rest."
After that, there was no more sound.
In the spiritual world, Nightmare sighed quietly.
The whole journey of relying on each other made him really feel sorry for her.