The door behind Qingge was closed tightly. Apart from her, there was no other person in the huge and empty British mansion. The crisp footsteps sounded horrifying and creepy in the dark night. The cool breeze came from the four high walls.
Passing through, the green grass and wild flowers under the eaves weigh down the waist.
With steady steps, Qingge continued to walk forward, calm and composed, his red robe was like fire, and there was no unnecessary expression on his face, which was as cold as frost and chilled to the bone.
There was a hissing sound in the ears, the wail of a fierce ghost, and a figure seemed to flash by. Qingge was on guard, and he turned around to look. Suddenly, the world was spinning, it was pitch black and hopeless, and the air in all directions became sharp, squeezing hard against Qingge.
Qing Ge only felt as if his head was about to explode, and every part of his body was crushed and painful, making him feel as if he was dead or alive.
After a moment, the squeezing feeling disappeared, Qingge felt relieved, her slightly bent legs straightened up, and a beam of light appeared in front of her eyes. After seeing the scene in the light and shadow clearly, Qingge clenched her hands tightly and her pupils dilated.
In the light and shadow, Ye Qingtian closed his eyes tightly, and his body was tied up with ropes and hung in the air. Countless bows and crossbows flew from all directions, trying to penetrate Ye Qingtian.
Although Qing Ge had doubts and felt that it was impossible for Ye Qingtian to appear in the British Marquis's mansion, in her eyes, nothing was more important than Ye Qingtian's life.
Therefore, she rushed out without hesitation, her speed was extremely fast, and she entered the white light and shadow with lightning and thunder. Thousands of blood demon blades shot out, dancing all over the sky, blooming into lotus.
Stepping on the Blood Demon Flower, Qingge floated in the air, protecting Ye Qingtian who passed out and hung in the air.
The Mingwang Sword came out of the air, and the singer held the Mingwang Sword. His footsteps were empty, his body somersaulted, and he swung the sword away. A sonorous sound sounded, and all the bows and crossbows fell to the ground. Even so, in the ruins cave, the sky and the earth were overwhelming, and the sky and the earth were still everywhere.
Shooting countless bows and arrows, Qingge's eyes were cold and unyielding, stubborn and stubborn.
The old man who was hanging upside down suddenly opened his eyes, his cloudy eyes were full of distress. He looked at the fighting girl and said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Qingge, let grandpa die. Their target is grandpa. If grandpa is dead, everything will be peaceful."
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Qingge knocked away the dozens of bows and arrows that were coming towards her, and took a look at Ye Qingtian with the Mingwang Sword. It was indeed Ye Qingtian who was good. That look in his eyes could not deceive her.
"You old man, what nonsense are you talking about? If you die for peace, I will make the world less peaceful."
Qingge didn't have time to think about the cause and effect. She only knew that she had to protect the old man behind her.
There were more and more bows and arrows, and there were ink-like ruins everywhere, with nowhere to escape. Qingge was sweating profusely and frowning. Even though she had broken through the eighth level of innateness, her senses were clear and her vision was broad, but she couldn't feel it.
to any movement outside the ruins cave.
To the north, there is an opening, and outside the opening, there is a bright sky and earth.
The bows and arrows stopped, and everything was silent.
Qing Ge frowned and used the King Ming Sword to cut off the rope that tied Ye Qingtian. They both fell to the ground and the Blood Demon Flower disappeared.
"Grandpa, what happened?" Qingge asked.
Ye Qingtian did not answer Qingge's question. He faced the north with a deep gaze, "Only one of us, grandfather and grandson, can walk out of this light door alive. Qingge, you can go out. Grandpa is half dead anyway."
If you are dead, it’s okay if you don’t live for the remaining ten years.”
"What exactly is going on?"
Qingge's fingertips felt cold, and she was caught off guard by what happened suddenly without any warning.
Ye Qingtian pushed her towards the light door in the north, Qingge's brows seemed to be knotted, and the hand holding the Mingwang Sword was full of strength. While she was being pushed away by Ye Qingtian, she was wondering if this was an illusion.
But everything is perceived so clearly.
The door of light was getting closer and closer, a look of determination flashed in Qingge's eyes. She suddenly turned over and landed behind Ye Qingtian. She slapped Ye Qingtian on the back with a palm, and Ye Qingtian flew out.
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The light door disappeared in an instant.
Qingge watched in silence as the last trace of light from the light door in the ruins cave faded, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
If you really can only live one, then live.
She turned around, her red robe was like fire, and the robe drew an arc in the air. Thousands of bows and arrows turned into shadows in her eyes. Thousands of arrows pierced her heart. At the critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her. The man faced her.
She had a smile as bright as a flower and was evil and ferocious. Thousands of bows and arrows pierced behind him, and countless bloody holes appeared in the blink of an eye.
He protected her.
Qingge's eyelids suddenly jumped, and her heart felt as if someone had stabbed her hard. She hurriedly stepped forward to support the man who was about to fall down after being penetrated into a hedgehog, shaking her head.
Ji Yue lay in Qingge's arms, her face pale, and a faint smile appeared on her evil face, "Live well."
"Don't...don't die."
Qingge shook her head crazily, her eyes gradually became scarlet, and she felt as if a bone was broken in her chest, and she was in constant pain.
Qingge took out the hand that was hugging Ji Yue's body. It was covered with sticky blood. She looked at Ji Yue again. Ji Yue's face was extremely pale, and the consciousness in her eyes gradually dissipated.
Qingge's eyes widened in disbelief, and her heart was filled with sadness.
She doesn't want him to die...
The moment Ji Yue closed her eyes, the girl was furious, with her three thousand white hair raised, her eyes scarlet and coquettish. She raised her head and faced the dark ruins cave. Her piercing cry moved those who heard it and made them weep with blood.
"People from the Demon Realm can survive if they are fed with blood."
A powerful voice sounded, and lightning flashed in Qing Ge's eyes. She had no time to think about who made the voice. She only knew that he said that Ji Yue could survive.
Qingge panicked, picked up the Mingwang Sword with trembling hands, cut her left wrist, then pointed the wound at Ji Yue's mouth and drank the blood.
A large amount of blood flowed from Qingge's wrist into Ji Yue's lips, and then poured into her throat. Qingge found that Ji Yue's face was rosy and had a little life.
Qingge was overjoyed, but her wrist stopped bleeding.
Qingge stretched out her left hand, wanting to pick up the Mingwang Sword and make a cut on her right wrist, but her left hand had lost too much blood, and the pain from the wound was unbearable, and she couldn't use any strength at all.
After trying for a long time, her left hand still had no strength, Qingge gave up. She looked at the white and tender wrist on her right hand, stared at it, then lowered her head, bit down on the wrist, and bit off a piece of flesh alive.
The taste of blood spread between her lips and teeth. Qingge's face was as white as snow and her eyes were a little blurry, but she didn't seem to see her situation. She only put the wound on her right hand in Ji Yue's mouth and let it suck.
The blood in the body seemed to be gone. Qingge sat tremblingly, swaying like a weak willow in the wind, although it would fall down.