No. 2's eyes looked tenderly at Qing Ge, who was playing knife in the spiritual ring space.
Qingge is like a child who has eaten candy, exuding the aura of a swordsman in the dim world.
As soon as the king roared, the space of the spiritual ring trembled.
The blade shot out of the air, like a hand opening the sky, slashing down, and the stars from the nine heavens converged on the tip of the blade!
When Qingge got tired, he put away the King Ming Sword and rested for a while. He stood not far away with the sword in hand and looked at No. 2 with a smile.
"You might as well try your spiritual power."
Number Two's words stirred Qing Ge's soul.
After removing the spiritual needle, she had completely given up her spiritual power. Even if she still had an obsession with her spiritual power, it was still hidden deep in her heart.
Talking about some pain is nothing more than anger for relatives and enemies. It is better to bury it in a deserted place and pretend that it is no longer a thing.
But now, No. 2's words make Qing Ge's heart move even more than the glory, wealth, power and status.
Where the King Ming's sword was inserted beside her, Qingge raised her hand tremblingly, closed her eyes, and tried to circulate the spiritual power in the thunder nest.
Then, the moment Qing Ge opened his eyes, the bamboo house containing the Yuan Stone was crushed from top to bottom by the powerful and overbearing spiritual power, and the fragments of the bamboo house were sprinkled on the sky like drizzle.
She...can use her spiritual power!
She is also a psychiatrist!
Even if there are ten spirit-eliminating needles in the soul, even if it is tortured every moment, it can still use mental power, and its strength is even stronger!
Qingge now firmly believes that if one day all ten spiritual eradication needles are removed, her mental power will be extremely powerful, and it will even reach a realm that she could not imagine before!
Without the small bamboo house, the Yuanshi fell to the ground, and a few Yuanshi rolled down at Qingge's feet.
Qingge squatted down and picked up the Yuan Stone, and shed two lines of tears while laughing.
She rarely cries.
But in the past few years, I don’t know why, but I often cry.
A ruthless and selfish person has become sentimental.
"Clan Leader of the Dream Clan, thank you." Qingge stood beside the knife, with the palm of her right hand gently placed on her chest, and she bowed towards Number Two. She couldn't thank you enough in a million words.
Number 2's eyes were soft, "It's a pity that the soul flowers are all withered, otherwise all the soul-removing needles could be eliminated."
No. 2 squatted on the ground again, digging with bare hands. Qingge looked at No. 2 doubtfully, thought for a while, then strolled over, sat down next to No. 2, and gave the Mingwang Sword to No. 2: "Use this
Dig, otherwise you will hurt your hands."
"These hands...are really ugly..."
Her hands are well-jointed, slender and slender, and their skin is as white as mutton-fat jade. Even if they are not smeared with bright red kodan, they are alluring.
Nowadays, the skin is old and piled up, and the color is sickly yellow, like a patient suffering from an incurable disease, and some of his fingers don't even have nails.
Oh, she remembered that a few years ago, she was stripped off by a little girl. There was no deep hatred between them, the little girl just wanted to vent her anger.
Anyway, she is just a homeless slave living outside. She has no freedom, personality, or dignity.
There are intertwined injuries on the backs and palms of the hands, with new injuries appearing every year, so much so that No. 2 still doesn’t know when the marks were left.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is something that has been forgotten. I don’t know what year it was. She was begging on the street. People passing by pointed at her with disgust in their eyes.
Occasionally, kind-hearted passers-by will throw a few spiritual energy pills into it.
There was a thunderstorm and strong wind that day. The practitioners left in a hurry, and there was no one except her on the long street.
She lay in a puddle and fell asleep tiredly, when a stone hit her body. When she woke up on the second day, she could see several men in rich clothes under the moonlight.
They seemed to be playing some kind of game. The person who won the game walked towards her, stepped on her palm, and twisted his feet vigorously.
Click.
Bone-shattering sounds.
The bones of the palm were broken.
The heavy rain that day was like the tears shed by people in despair.
The thunder that night was the wail and anger of the wild ghosts.
The long street is dark and dark, with no end and no people.
She didn't cry, there was no pain, she clearly felt the break from the palm bones...
The pouring rain hit her face. She turned her head and looked at the man with a wild smile indifferently, and asked: "Have you finished stepping on one? Do you want to step on another one?"
The man looked at her and saw the look of death on that ugly face with sunken cheeks.
They fled.
She sat up, looked at her drooping right hand, and smiled...
One night passed, and her right hand was intact.
In the spiritual ring space, No. 2 came back to his senses and started digging the soil with his bare hands.
"The knife is too sharp, I'm afraid of hurting him." Number 2 said.
Hurt him?
Who was hurt?
Qingge was puzzled.
No. 2 dug for a long time. Qing Ge rolled up his sleeves and was about to dig with No. 2 when No. 2 said, "No, it will dirty your hands."
"It's okay, I want to help you." Qingge said.
"You are a noble empress, you don't want to do this kind of thing." No. 2 said.
Qingge frowned, but still wanted to dig soil with No. 2. No. 2 blocked Qingge's hand, looked directly into Qingge's eyes, and said in a clear and authentic voice: "No."
No. 2 insisted on this, so Qingge put down his sleeves and waited for No. 2.
Finally, No. 2 dug out a corner. Qingge looked sideways, her pupils tightening. What was that thing that was emitting golden light?
When Qingge saw the golden light emitting from the ground, she shed tears, and then dug the soil, and soon dug it out. The increasingly intense golden light was dazzling, shining in the small spiritual ring space.
In the intense light, Qingge finally saw clearly the object underground. It was...
A complete human skeleton, but it is not an unusual white skeleton, but golden...
Rather like a divine bone!
Number 2 lifted the golden bones inside from the ground, and Qing Ge saw that the back of the skeleton was white.
"That's the skeleton of the God of Samsara." No. 2 smiled and said, "The owner of this golden skeleton is my lover."
Qing Ge sighed and took a deep breath.
She couldn't imagine what kind of pain No. 2 must have endured to be able to dig in the soil with bare hands and hold her lover's skeleton to introduce him to her today.
"He is also a member of the Dream Clan..." No. 2 wiped off the dirt on the skeleton: "He and I both have divine bones. The leader of the Dream Clan must be a divine bone. Empress, the Dream Clan has a rule that you cannot drink alcohol. Drink
After drinking alcohol, the strength of the Dream people will become very low. That is when the Dream people are most vulnerable.
When I was in Qian Clan, I rarely interacted with people. I was only friends with Shenyuedu Water Spirit Girl and Changbai Fairy Mother. They were very kind to me and very considerate."
"As the leader of the Dream Clan, I also have the ability that other patriarchs don't have. I can tell whether a person is good or bad. At that time, Yun Shuishui and Changbai Fairy Mother were both good people in my eyes."
"They would invite me to Shenyue City and the Changbai Immortal Clan. They would also go to dangerous places to practice together, and they would also go to Yubei to blow the cold wind."
"They are my friends and the people I trust most."
"I told them about the sacred bones. Later, they took away my sacred bones."
"How can Yun Shuishui and Samsara God be able to control the sacred bones of my wife and me? With their abilities, they can only bear half of the sacred bones."
"..."
What No. 2 said deeply shocked Qingge.
She thought that Yun Shuishui and the God of Samsara could ascend to immortality because of Feng Qi's elixir...
But I never thought that the glamorous God of Clouds and the God of Samsara had stolen the divine bones of others.
"At that time, I didn't know who did it, but I knew that Yun Shuishui was very good. She found me injured and asked a craftsman from Taixu in the Northern Qing Dynasty to make half a skeleton for me."
"Having lost half of my divine bones, my strength is not as good as before. With those dream eyes, I can no longer tell whether my friends around me are human or ghost."
"It's a pity that my lover died. Yun Shuishui and I buried him in Yanbei. I planted a soul flower on his bones."
"I trust Yun Shuishui, and when they break through immortality, I send my most sincere blessings."
"I have been looking for the enemy who stole the bones for thousands of years. Finally, I discovered the shocking secret. It was my most trusted Yun Shuishui who stole my bones and killed the one I loved.
"I am not willing to give in and try every means to cultivate. I have half a pair of divine bones. I can definitely cultivate to immortality in a thousand years. I don't know who leaked the news. This matter... Yun Shuishui knew about it."