Mei Qingchen hugged Lan Wu, clasping her hands tightly and exerting all her strength.
After all, he was still a step too late.
Just like in Morris Canyon, watching her fall in the magma of the cracks.
"Miss Ye, do we have a good relationship with you?" Lan Wu's eyes flickered. She hugged Mei Qingchen's neck and leaned on Mei Qingchen's shoulder. Looking at the man's streamlined and wild silhouette, Lan Wu suddenly realized,
She didn't recognize him.
Mei Qingchen shook her head, turned around, and walked back.
If you die, just die.
Just pretend you have never met.
Mei Qingchen was both gentle and cruel. His tenderness and cruelty were given to two women respectively.
As she walked, blue seaweed-like green hair rippled in the air. She raised her eyes and looked at the ceiling. The mottled sunlight fell on her charming face, which was as beautiful as amber and thrilling.
On the Nine Nether Bird, Xing Tumi was as tall as a jade, driving the Nine Nether Bird to bombard the surroundings of the Death Swamp.
She glanced at the swamp liquid that was churning like a river and sea, and frowned, quite disappointed.
Is this what the four-star Ye Qingge is capable of?
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Dark, eerie.
Enchanting night, cold wind.
Singing softly is like falling into hell, suffocating, unable to breathe, pain sweeping through the whole body, like a mountain crushing, red lips slightly opened, chest rising and falling intensified, breathing rapidly.
Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, and faced a pair of broken pupils. These eyes were as big as fists, with split pupils. Threads wrapped around the sphere. She was very close to Qingge. Qingge's pupils shrank slightly, and the green
His eyes were shining, goosebumps appeared all over his body, all his hair stood on end, and his limbs were cold and cold.
Qingge sat up and stretched out his hand. The Mingwang Sword suddenly appeared. Qingge put the Mingwang Sword on the man's neck.
Yes, this is a person.
A burly man with a bull's head and a horse's face, scars like leech-like scars all over his body, clothes as dirty as a swamp covering his body, and cracked eyes like a ghost zombie.
Qingge held the Mingwang sword tightly and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
All she knew was that she fell into a swamp and her life or death was uncertain. Before she could struggle, the swamp of death swarmed over her and poured into her seven orifices. Her body seemed to be filled with mud.
"Tongtong, is that you?"
The weirdo raised his hand and wanted to touch Qingge's face. Qingge slapped the weirdo's hand away unceremoniously. A cold light flashed in his eyes. There was no flesh or blood on this weirdo's hand, only white bones.
In this dark and desolate space, I felt panicked and terrified.
"I'm not Tongtong."
Only now did Qingge notice the smell that made her thirsty. She turned her head and narrowed her eyes to look in the direction of the smell. She turned out to be a white skeleton.
Qingge's face turned pale, and she sensed it again. The intoxicating smell was indeed coming from the bones.
"How could it be? You are Tongtong." The man smiled foolishly, and he reached out his hand again and touched Qingge's face.
Qing Gehan lowered his eyes and pushed forward the Mingwang Sword in his hand, "Do you believe I can kill you?"
The man lowered his head and smiled bitterly, looking hurt, "You still refuse to forgive me, do you? After all these years, you only have night terrors in your eyes."
Night terrors?!
Tongtong——
Qingge's eyes widened, the pupil in this weirdo's mouth was Yan Bingtong!
Qingge turned over and stood up from the slate bed. King Ming never left his body and looked around with vigilant eyes. This was a secret room with a simple window. Outside the window was a death swamp like a flood of beasts, overwhelming and dotted.
"You are talking about Yan Bingtong, she is dead." Qingge said. Without knowing the identity of the weirdo, she would not tell her that she was Yan Bingtong's daughter. Who knows whether it would be irritating.
To a weirdo?
Qingge tried to contact Ji Yue, but found that she had lost contact with the realm of nothingness, and the response she sent out was like a needle on the seabed, sinking into the deep sea thousands of miles away.
Qingge's heart felt a little cold.
This situation only happened once. Ji Yue derailed her in the tomb world of the screen made by the void in Burning Moon Palace, but it was Ji Yue who saved her that time.
This time, Qingge couldn't guarantee whether it would be the same as the Burning Moon Palace. After all, it was the time when the Guardian of the Nine Realms was conducting an inspection, and Ji Yue's thoughts were focused on the Guardian of the Nine Realms.
Could it be that Ji Yue went to the Demon Realm?
Qingge bit her lower lip, wishing she could bite it. Although she always asked Ji Yue to go back to the Demon Realm, she knew that she would feel uncomfortable if Ji Yue went to the Demon Realm.
ah--
The weirdo in the secret room suddenly let out a hoarse scream. The scream was unpleasant and harsh, just like the rocks rubbing against each other in winter or the howling of ghosts and wolves in the middle of the night.
Qingge turned her eyes to look at the weirdo. The weirdo's broken pupils were terrifyingly scarlet, bloodshot, collapsed, and desperate.
"Tongtong is dead? She is dead?" The weirdo couldn't believe it.
Qingge frowned and said, "I'm still uncertain about life or death. I don't know whether I'm alive or dead."
She still doesn't know what her situation is now, and she can't put her hope in Ji Yue.
She wants to save herself.
"How could it be possible? How could Tongtong die?" The strange man was in a state of despair, heartless and liverless.
Qingge walked up to the weirdo and asked coldly, "Who are you?"
"who I am?"
The weirdo frowned with rough eyebrows, his eyes were full of doubts, and he shouted, "Who am I? Who am I?"
Things are tricky.
Qingge simply walked up to the fragrant white bones, holding the Mingwang Sword in one hand, and rubbing the lines of the bones with the fingertips of the other hand. Qingge looked at the corpse, and an idea flashed in her mind.
Stroking her fingertips along the white bones, golden light emitted from wherever she touched.
Qingge closed her eyes.
A strange and strange picture automatically formed in her mind. The soft light filled the air. In the brilliance, she seemed to see a person who looked strangely ugly, neither male nor female, and had wild features. This person was the white-bone deity.
"My name is Nightmare, the king's beast tamer. Who dares to bully me in this world? I was born in the fifth month of my life and had a strange destiny. I was born in troubled times. I killed treacherous ministers and my father, tamed all beasts, ruled the country, and became a king.
It hurts the body and soul.”
The indistinguishable male and female voices sounded in Qingge's mind, which shocked her.
This white skeleton turns out to be the king of beast tamers from three hundred years ago, Nightmare!
When she first read "Four Stars", the book focused on nightmares.
Three hundred years ago in the wilderness era, Nightmare's mother had an affair with the elder of the Beast Taming Island. After the elder learned that she was pregnant, he became murderous and killed two people. At that time, the woman was five months pregnant and the fetus was five months pregnant.
Hatred burst out of his belly, he grew up in the mountains and wilds, and lived with the quiet wind. Then he raised his arms and fought to the death with his biological father, driving all the beasts together.
The world calls it a nightmare.
After the battle with her biological father on the Taming Island, she disappeared.
Qing Ge's hand that was placed on the white bones trembled a little, and the sound of nightmare seemed to be heard in his ears again.
"Those who eat my flesh and bones will be immortal and eternal, the pinnacle of beast-taming."