With these two words, Nightmare's soul seemed to be trembling.
He had never thought about it, and he didn't even dare to think about this possibility.
"You mean..." Nightmare trembled, "But this is unrealistic. There is no such thing as skin-changing in the world."
Indeed, no one would believe me if I told you I had changed my skin.
Qingge's expression was indifferent, her thin lips pursed slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she could see herself in the mirror.
The reason why she could think of skin transplantation was because she had seen it with her own eyes.
When she was not Ye Qingge, she was a mercenary in that era.
After the organization captured the mysterious elf, in addition to conducting experiments with her, they also tried to replace the elf's skin with another mercenary.
Unfortunately, it failed.
The mercenary is dead.
Qing Ge has a great destiny and is still alive after undergoing the experiment.
However, every full moon night in the future was her nightmare, and the torture she suffered was unspeakable.
What I never expected was that after becoming Ye Qingge and starting her miracle in the Four-Star Continent, she still could not escape the full moon night.
Qingge does not believe in past and present lives.
However, when the organization brought back a coquettish and beautiful elf, her fate was already sealed.
In the past few years, Qing Ge has read countless books and knows a thing or two about the secret techniques that were once prohibited.
But the matter of skin-changing only exists in ghost stories. In reality, no one seems to have this ability.
Qing Ge frowned, "Nan, nothing is impossible in this world."
Even the soul can enter another era and another continent. What else is impossible?
Perhaps, as time passes, Qingge will understand in the future.
She is who she is.
She is Ye Qingge.
Nightmare was silent for a while and said: "Even if there is talk of skin changing, it's not like Bai Mei'er. How can the skin that doesn't belong to her be integrated with the body?"
There are indeed many weird things in this world, and it is even a miracle that the nightmare can survive for three hundred years, but he does not believe that one person's skin can be replaced with another person's body, and it fits so perfectly.
Singing quietly in silence.
"Maybe I'm worrying too much." Qing Ge said, a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Not urgent.
There will always be a day when it surfaces.
…
During these few days in Ye Mansion, Qing Ge practiced hard.
As for the mental state of the Three Sword Spirit Master, she is getting closer and closer. She can break through this bottleneck at any time.
According to the custom of Beiyue Imperial Capital, the day before Ye Yu's cremation, that is, the first seven days, Qing Ge still had to go to the mourning hall to keep vigil.
When you walk into the mourning hall, you can see that little figure.
In just a few days, the soul boy had become extremely thin.
The soul boy could eat at least two bites of the food sent by Qing Ge, so as not to starve to death, but he became more and more haggard and depressed.
He is not a child and knows the truth, but he still can't resist his sad emotions.
Qingge said nothing, her eyes falling on the dark coffin.
The coffin exudes a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
Death is like a lamp going out.
In the night house, there is no second lady.
A few years passed by in a hurry, and Ye Yu no longer had the heroic appearance and domineering spirit of the past.
She left, very peacefully.
Qingge has always been with the soul boy, sometimes burning paper, and the fire is dimly glowing in the basin.
It was late at night, and the mourning hall was quiet.
The eerie wind swept past the door.
"Qingge, tell me, where did Xiaoyu go?" The soul boy said weakly, his head drooping, his eyes dull.
Qingge's movement of burning paper trembled, "She fell asleep."
"Will she be cold? Will she be hungry?" The soul boy choked with sobs: "Will she... miss me?"
"I will." Qingge's face didn't change.
"Really?"
The soul boy stood up, the firelight reflected on his face, and his eyes seemed to be hiding stars.
Qing Ge nodded.
After receiving the affirmation, the soul boy felt happy.
He leaned on Qingge's shoulder, opened his mouth, and couldn't stop at all, chattering endlessly: "What should I do? I have no interest in women now. Do I have to eat fast and pray to Buddha? Then I have to cut off my descendants. But as long as one I feel very sad when I think that my future wife is not Xiaoyu. I can’t eat or sleep. My mind is filled with Xiaoyu’s smiles and smiles. If I were taller and older, would Xiaoyu be my wife? …”
The soul boy shook his head, and the black whip on the back of his head swayed like water ripples, "That's all, just think I'm talking in my sleep, but do you know, I've been facing this coffin every night these days, and I even feel like Impulsively, even if she is dead, even if she sleeps, I want to marry her, even if the wedding is just a tomb, you must think I am crazy, after all, this is too incredible. "
"Xiaoyu will be cremated tomorrow. After tomorrow, there won't even be a body left."
The soul boy buried his face in his knees.
Qingge looked at the soul boy. After a long time, he took out two pots of heart-broken wine from the realm of nothingness and handed one of them to the soul boy, "Want some?"
"This is..." The soul boy turned his head sideways, his eyes slightly red.
"Drink the heart-broken wine brewed by Mo Xie." Qingge said.
"One drink will break my heart, and my heart will not be drunk. Two drinks will break my heart, and I will spit out everything." The soul boy's eyes were distant, as if he could see the distance through the scene in front of him.
The soul boy raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Heartbroken liquor is famous all over the world.
In addition to his extraordinary talent in cultivation, Mo Xie is also an excellent winemaker and is loved by many wine lovers.
The soul boy held the wine bottle and fell in front of the coffin.
It wasn't that he was too drunk, but the heartbreak was too strong and few people could bear it.
Qingge drank the whole drink in one gulp, looked at the drunk soul boy, laughed, stretched out his hand, and pinched the soul boy's cheek, his skin as tender as a baby.
Qing Ge held a crystal clear glass wine pot in one hand and threw the yellow paper into the brazier with the other hand. Her black eyes reflected two points of fire, like the rarest gems in ancient times.
"Sister... walk slowly, I'll see you in hell someday." Qingge said drunkenly, her eyes were groggy, and the corners of her lips curled up.
mourning hall.
The taste of heartbroken spirits masks the fragrance of plums.
In the middle of the night, Qingge closed her eyes unconsciously.
In the morning, the light of dawn shines.
The cremator came to take the body away.
Qingge opened her eyes and saw that the fire in the basin had been extinguished and the yellow paper had turned into ashes.
Once blown, it disperses.
Suddenly, Qingge's pupils tightened violently, her brows furrowed, and she looked at the person in front of her in surprise.
"Spirit...child?" Qingge patted the soul boy awake, but there was a bit of uncertainty in his voice.
Then he saw that there was no child in front of Qingge, but a handsome man.
The man's bald head and the black whip on the back of his head are eye-catching.
The soul boy was drowsy, opened his eyes, looked at Qing Ge, confused, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The soul boy lowered his head casually and saw his hands.
Not a child's hands.
It's an adult's hand.
Slender as jade.
The soul boy was startled and stood up suddenly. Only then did he realize that something was wrong.
In the past, he had a hard time watching Qing Ge.
Now standing in front of Qingge, he could even look down.
The soul boy blinked and ran out immediately, standing by the lake, lowering his head and looking at himself on the lake.