Qing Ge turned to look around and breathed a sigh of relief, but that dream was so real.
She has dreamed of Xunwu Tears countless times.
Thinking about it, Xunwu Lei must have hated her to the core.
Qingge gave a bitter smile and turned to look to the side. Not far away stood a yellowed bronze mirror, which reflected Qingge's pale face.
She got up and walked into the bath. She was naked and lying on the marble platform at the edge of the bath. She was dizzy, resting her head on her arms and closing her eyes.
A faint white smoke floated on the water surface of the bathing pool.
There was more and more smoke, filling the entire room.
Qingge's brows furrowed fiercely, as if they were tied into a knot.
She raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows with her long fingers until the center of her eyebrows turned deep red.
Even so, Qingge still had a headache.
Her headaches became more and more serious.
The antidote given to her by Hell at the beginning was not taken on time due to her busy schedule, which resulted in the headache sequelae becoming more serious.
For this, Yan Yu has always felt guilty.
Snow-colored mist and hot smoke spread inside the house.
Qingge's consciousness was hazy, and her mind was filled with thoughts of the lonely bridge, the deep sea, and those blood-red eyes.
She thought of the deep sea on Beast Taming Island. She didn't know why, but in that mysterious deep sea palace and that coffin, there was another version of herself lying there.
Qingge had a splitting headache, and her slightly pointed nails dug into the flesh between her eyebrows, and a trace of blood seeped out, so that she could feel better.
Even if the pain is worse than life and death, Qing Ge can bear it, but this headache is like maggots in the tarsal bones, eroding her bit by bit at a slow speed, making her miserable, and her soul sinking into water and fire.
Qingge's body sank into the warm water, with petals floating on the water, and a trace of fragrance blended into Qingge's body.
Qingge lay on the cold marble, her eyelids drooped, like heavy mountains, sleepiness came over her...
In the bathtub, a figure appeared behind Qingge.
The man was as always, wearing his favorite red robe, his eyebrows were much sharper, and he was less evil and sycophantic.
The man had a pair of strange eyes, shining with a strange light.
He looked at Qingge's white and tender back exposed on the water, her skin was like mutton-fat jade and could be broken by a blow.
He was dripping with wet pond water and approached Qing Ge step by step.
He is different from before. In the past, his black hair was all loose, he was carefree and unruly.
His hair was tied up high with a black jade crown, he had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, and his starry eyes were shining. His face was expressionless, and he looked calm and powerful as he stood there, and the violent aura in his body turned into tenderness at this moment.
He looked at Qingge lovingly and tenderly, unable to imagine that this was the aloof king.
Listening to Xi Zi's words floating in the air outside Yuxuan.
As the guardian of the Nine Realms, he will do his best to bring Ji Yue to the Four-Star Continent without being discovered by the other guardians of the Nine Realms.
Every six months, the guardians of the nine realms will be somewhat negligent.
Furthermore, Feng Qingyang will go to the Heavenly Realm of the Gods in a while, and the guardians of the Nine Realms are busy with this matter. Xi Ziyan took advantage of this loophole to bring Ji Yue to the Four-Star Continent.
The heroic call in front of the gate of Qingshi Town made him willing to sacrifice to this day.
He wanted to see how high that woman could climb.
He was originally a young man, holding the weapon given by Ye Qingge. Unintentionally, the blood of the guardian awakened in his body. After undergoing devilish training, he grew up in just a few months.
The charming and ambiguous feeling in the bathhouse flows in the mist.
Xi Ziyan's eyes flashed, and he simply left Ting Yuxuan and walked elsewhere to give the young couple time to be alone.
Perhaps it was a coincidence that as soon as Xi Ziyan left, he walked to the city lord's palace and floated above Mo Xie's courtyard.
His spiritual consciousness is so powerful that he can see the scene in the secret room even without entering the room.
Mo Xie's limbs were locked with iron chains, and he was like a crazy beast, waving his limbs desperately.
Mo Xie let out a roar, and his spiritual energy shattered his clothes into pieces.
The guards seemed accustomed to this and were not surprised at all.
The iron chains that locked Mo Xie's wrists suddenly shattered, and Mo Xie's hands had room to move freely. He gathered his spiritual energy in his hands, and kept grabbing at his body with his hands, like swords, clawing out blood marks, each one
The bones are visible deep down, which shows how hard Mo Xie used it.
Mo Xie clenched his hands into fists and punched the wall. The wall trembled, and the joints of Mo Xie's hands were torn and bloody.
Mo Xie knelt on the ground helplessly, raised his head and roared.
The jade crown on his head was shattered and his hair fell down.
His eyes were bloodshot and widened, as if he was struggling to death in the sea of suffering under the eighteenth level of purgatory.
At the same time, Ji Yue was standing behind Qingge in Tingyuxuan, in the bath on the east side. He stretched out his hand and rubbed Qingge's waist.
Light music fans are confused, have weak consciousness, and are hazy.
Smelling the familiar smell and feeling the warm embrace, she wanted to open her eyes, but she had no strength.
But she was greedy for this embrace.
She couldn't help but get close to Ji Yue.
Her skin is as white as winter snow and as soft as a baby's.
Ji Yue turned over Qingge's body, and Qingge subconsciously stretched out her hands to hook Ji Yue's neck.
Ji Yue placed her hand on Qingge's cheek.
This is her temperature.
It's a living person.
It is no longer the cold portraits hanging on the wall.
He imprisoned many painters and painted her face day and night.
Those who draw lifelike paintings will be rewarded.
Those who lack writing skills will be punished.
Ji Yue hugged Qingge tightly, without saying anything, just holding her like this, wishing she could spend her whole life.
He wanted to integrate her into his bones and carve her into his heart.
Qingge's white hair floated on the water, close to Ji Yue.
She opened her eyes in confusion, but it seemed as if she was in a dream, in the mist.
She opened her eyes a little and looked at Ji Yue, smiling crazily.
"Xiao Yueyue." Qing Ge patted Ji Yue's face with her water-covered hands.
Suddenly, Qingge's eyes turned red.
Getting redder and redder.
Water mist condensed in her eyes, covering her and blurring her vision.
Tears were like lines, sliding down her cheeks.
The song went from sobbing softly to bursting into tears, and all the grievances and fatigues were vented at this moment.
She clenched her hands into fists and knocked on Ji Yue's shoulder.
She didn't know why she collapsed, but the moment she saw Ji Yue, she just wanted to cry and take off all her armor.
Furthermore, Ji Yue used her power to blur Qing Ge's consciousness, thinking it was a dream.
He came secretly and met quietly.
They made a three-year agreement with each other and worked hard for it.
Ji Yue looked at Qing Ge, her heart aching as if it was being pulled.
He only hated that he was not strong enough and wanted her to drift in the wind and rain.
Qingge's body is empty, his legs are weak, and he slides down.
She slipped into the bathtub, and the water covered her nose, eyes and head.
Wash away the tears from your face with water.
Has she ever cried bitterly?
In the eyes of the world, she is ruthless, but in the eyes of her friends, she is the king of the four kingdoms and a genius. She is not afraid of any wind, frost, snow or rain, and is a tearless person.
Little did she know that she swallowed all the pain silently.
When Ji Yue appeared, she thought about complaining and felt uncomfortable.