Jiu Ci was walking in the remote wasteland of Sihai City with Jiu Niang on his back.
Pass through the sycamore forest, enter the streets of the main city, and walk towards the city lord's palace.
All kinds of foreigners around, before dawn, holding ghost tokens, crossed the passage and left this bustling city at night.
When the sun rose the next day, Sihai City once again became an empty city with almost no one around.
The streets and alleys were deserted and deserted, with hardly a soul in sight, as if the prosperity last night was just a mirage, a flash in the pan.
In the city lord's mansion, Qingge gradually fell asleep under the ten thick quilts, with her little feet still exposed to absorb the longed for cool air.
Drowsily and in confusion, Qingge had a dream.
In the dream, she was holding the little fox and sitting in the courtyard of Fengyue Pavilion, basking in the warm sun. The little fox would squint his eyes when he felt comfortable.
Later in this dream, Qingge saw the bone marrow smoke from Ji Yue's body contained in a jar.
He is long dead.
Stop kidding yourself.
So what if you ascend to immortality, you will never see him.
There is no more little fox in this world, let alone Ji Yue.
Ji Ye is a bastard without a father.
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The sounds one after another are like demonic barriers, like maggots in the tarsal bones, which will not stop dying.
She ran in the dark night, she wanted to chase the wisp of bone marrow smoke with a faint light, she wanted to find the truth.
ah!
Qingge growled, suddenly woke up and sat upright.
There seemed to be a nerve beating crazily in my brain, and that nerve was connected to my eyes. My eyes were swollen and painful, as if they were on fire, and I had a splitting headache that was unbearable.
Qingge held her head in her hands, bit her lower lip, and her body was shaking constantly.
Her headaches were never cured.
Even though she was the most outstanding alchemist in the Medicine Sect, she still couldn't do anything about the headache.
Whenever her emotions become intense, the blood-soaked ghost hidden deep in her soul will let out a sharp roar.
Qingge was so exhausted from the pain that she fell weakly on the bed. She looked at the simple ceiling in the room, and a tear slipped out and disappeared into her hair.
Immortality is so difficult...
Qingge grinned, showing her white teeth, and smiled tiredly and helplessly.
As her headache worsened, Qingge raised her hands and kneaded her eyebrows crazily, even pinching the eyebrows until they turned deep red. Her sharp nails seemed to break the flesh between the eyebrows.
Whenever a headache attacks, Qing Ge cannot think, as if he has fallen into some kind of violent state.
Her hands were clutching the quilt tightly, and her eyes were filled with deathly gray.
She even suspected that she had an incurable disease and that there was a devil hidden in her head.
At this moment, Qingge thought, she might not have long to live.
Qingge huddled under the thick quilt, but her limbs were cold, her whole body was trembling, and the nerve in her brain was still beating, torturing her relentlessly.
Outside the house, Jiu Ci knocked on the door, "Ge'er, wake up."
There was no response for a long time, and there was still a small whimper inside.
Jiu Ci noticed something was wrong and quickly opened the door. Qing Ge was not seen in the room.
Jiu Ci looked at the ten thick quilts. The thick quilts piled high trembled from time to time. Jiu Ci's steps were particularly heavy at this moment.
Walking to the bed, Jiu Ci gently lifted off the thick quilt, but the scene on the bed made Jiu Ci's heart ache.
The girl in thin clothes had tears on her face, her eyes were unfocused, and her eyebrows and lower lip were bitten and stained with bright red blood.
Her body was shaking violently like chaff, she held her head tightly in her hands and huddled in the corner at the edge of the bed.
Jiu Ci's heart was cracked in several cracks.
He would rather have his heart stabbed several times than see his doting and caring sister suffer in this way.
The most painful thing in the world is not the pain of the flesh and blood, but the inadequacy of the spirit and soul.
Jiu Ci grabbed Qing Ge's hand, "Ge'er, what's wrong..."
Qingge seemed to have fallen into a crazy and extreme state. He threw away Qingge's hand and hid towards the edge.
Curl up your body into a ball so you can get a little warmth.
Jiu Ci found that Qing Ge's body was extremely cold. It was so cold that it was hard to describe it.
Jiu Ci hugged Qing Ge, her eyes slightly red: "Brother is here, don't be afraid, brother will not let anyone bully you."
The word "brother" seemed to bring Qingge back to her senses.
Qing Ge turned his head inch by inch like a machine, looking at Jiu Ci with empty eyes.
Like a person who has fallen off a cliff, grabbing the last straw, clutching Jiu Ci's sleeves and crying.
"Brother, I had a dream."
"I dreamed that the bone marrow smoke between Xiao Yueyue's eyebrows was contained in a jar."
"I dreamed that Xiao Yueyue left and didn't want me anymore. He left me behind."
Qing Ge opened her eyes as hard as she could, "Why... why can't I see anything..."
Vision is blurred.
Uncontrollable tears obscured her vision, she could not see anything clearly, and she could not grasp anything.
"I miss my mother..."
Qing Ge almost burst into tears and threw herself into Jiu Ci's arms.
Jiu Ci was at a loss, his heart skipped a beat, and he sank slightly.
How could Qingge have this dream? The most important thing is that this dream is not an illusion, but a reality.
Jiu Ci started to feel guilty and his face turned slightly pale.
When he was in Xizhou, he knew that he couldn't talk about bone marrow smoke. Don't underestimate Qingge's steel and iron bones, as strong as armor.
But she is also as fragile as a piece of paper, as fragile as a piece of paper.
Jiu Ci could only feel heartbroken, but now that he saw Qing Ge like this, Jiu Ci didn't even dare to say anything about the bone marrow smoke.
He would rather fabricate an illusion to make Qingge yearn for, rather than see Qingge collapse and be in despair and pain from now on.
Jiu Ci hugged Qing Ge tightly and gritted her teeth.
Ji Yue was not here, so he had to protect his sister and put in all his effort.
Outside the house, Xiong Batian was about to ask Qing Ge for advice on how to refine medicine. Hearing Qing Ge's wailing cry of collapse, Xiong Batian paused at the threshold, dumbfounded.
Master...
He had always thought that his master was a unique talent that could not be matched by ordinary women.
She was able to withstand countless injuries, go through many hardships, and survive the test of death.
Until this moment, tears welled up in Xiong Batian's eyes.
His master is also a human being, a girl.
She is only twenty years old and should not have experienced so much.
She is ignorant and naive, enjoying warmth and joy.
Xiong Batian withdrew and sat down against the wall outside the house.
Master is a proud person and does not allow others to peek into her vulnerability.
Master, Batian will protect you.
Xiong Batian looked at the rising sun and secretly swore.
No one noticed that Lin Shan and the little book boy were quietly looking in the direction of the house in a dark place not far away.
"The city lord seems to be in pain." The little book boy couldn't bear it.
Lin Shan said meaningfully: "Whoever enters the city lord's palace will not suffer."
The little book boy looked at a sycamore tree beside the corridor outside the house and said softly: "Enter the Acacia Gate and smell the fragrance of the sycamore tree. This bitter lover is most afraid of the sycamore tree..."