Qingge slept for a long time, and woke up in Kankan in the evening of the second day.
During this process, a certain bloodline in Qingge's body seemed to be faintly touched.
And it was this kind of touch that made Qingge's body extremely weak.
There are three stages in the awakening of the elven bloodline.
The previous awakening of Qingge's bloodline had only passed the first stage and there was no trace left.
Qingge's bloodline awakening has been stuck in the second stage, and there has been no movement for a long time in the heaven of gods.
Qingge slowly opened her eyes, she had a splitting headache and couldn't calm down at all.
"Ge'er, are you awake?" Jiu Ci was ecstatic when he saw Qing Ge who was awake.
He never wanted to see his broken and desperate sister again.
Qing Ge looked at Jiu Ci and asked weakly, "Have you been sleeping for a long time?"
"Slept for a day and a night." Jiuci said.
"I don't know why, these days, I have headaches all the time, and I am haunted by nightmares every night." Qingge said.
"You're too tired from running all the way." Jiuci pressed Qingge's temples.
"I also had a very strange dream."
Qing Ge raised her eyes and looked at Jiu Ci.
The moment Jiu Ci looked at him, his heart suddenly sank and his nerves became tense.
"I dreamed that Xiao Yueyue's bone marrow smoke was packed in a jar. Brother, you were there when Xiao Yueyue ascended to immortality. Can you tell me more about the situation at that time?" Qing Ge asked.
Jiu Ci pretended to think, and then said: "I can't quite remember the situation at that time. He changed the divine bones for three days and nights. The bones melted and re-formed with the skin, flesh, tendons, pulses and viscera. This is what
It's a very painful thing. I didn't see any bone marrow smoke. I thought King Ji succeeded in crossing his bones, but he suddenly turned into a butterfly and went to immortality..."
"Ge'er, you are serious. Bone marrow smoke is a very dangerous thing. How can you do this for a man? If he is a short-lived ghost, he will harm you." Jiuci was unhappy.
Qing Ge stared at Jiu Ci's expression for a long time before looking away.
Jiuci secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, his performance was very good.
Qingge lay weakly on the bed, "Brother, do you miss your mother?"
"I don't really want to." Jiuci said.
He has never had a concept of his mother.
He doesn't expect the affection of his parents, and he even feels a little bit of hatred for them.
When he was young, he hated his parents for abandoning him.
While killing people, he envied people with families.
Therefore, he is not too familiar with Ye Jingfeng and even Ye Qingtian.
This was the only sister he cared about in his heart.
He had also been jealous of his sister, who didn't have to live around the world like him and had a home all over the world.
But later, he discovered that his sister had been having a harder time than he had been in these years.
The trace of jealousy was also relieved.
He had never seen his mother before, and he didn't know what it was like.
He was just a little disappointed.
Qingge was different. When he was in the Four-Star Continent, Qingge was looking forward to seeing Ye Jingfeng and Yan Bingtong.
Especially in Dingshanshan, Yan Bingtong came all the way to see her, which shocked her soul.
Qing Ge sat up from the bed and hugged Jiu Ci gently.
"I'm glad I have a brother."
Jiu Ci's cheeks suddenly turned red, and his head seemed to be smoking.
Jiu Ci was overjoyed, and the corners of his mouth raised again.
"Don't worry, Prince Ji is not here, but my brother is here." Jiuci pinched Qingge's face.
"Tell Batian and the others to get ready and go to the auction house tonight." Qing Ge said.
"You need a pass to go to the auction house. The pass is a ghost token. None of us have it." Jiuci said: "I also plan to go to the auction house, but the auction house has a particularly powerful barrier. Anyone who does not hold the pass will not be able to go to the auction house."
Can’t go in.”
Qing Ge raised his eyebrows, threw out the ghost token and played with it in his hand, smiling slightly: "Is this what you are talking about?"
"Where did you come from this thing?" Jiuci asked.
"Four years ago, someone else gave it to me." Qingge said.
Jiu Ci wailed: "You are so lucky."
…
When the bright moon rises, darkness falls, and the vast sky is dotted with stars.
A sycamore tree stands in the city lord's palace. Judging from its branches, it seems to be a hundred years old.
Before Qingge and his group set out for the auction house, Qingge stood in front of the sycamore tree and looked up at the sycamore tree.
For some reason, this parasol tree gave her a feeling of sadness and despair, as if she had fallen into an abyss and was suffocating.
Qingge narrowed her eyes warily.
"The smell of the sycamore tree is a bit strong, but it smells pretty good." Gillian said, leaning next to Feng Jin.
Feng Jin looked around, and his eyes fell on the little book boy in the City Lord's Mansion and Lin Shan, "Why is there only one sycamore tree in this huge City Lord's Mansion?"
"As Miss Gillian said, the phoenix trees in Sihai City have a very strong smell. If they are too much, they will smell pungent. If they are too little, they will be colorless. One is just right." Lin Shan explained.
Xiong Batian looked at the sycamore tree and said: "The sycamore tree is indeed a good tree. It not only conveys the feeling of lovesickness, but also means climbing high. No wonder it is placed in front of the door of the city lord's room. The phoenix cannot live in anything other than a sycamore tree, and cannot eat anything other than bamboo.
Don’t drink from the sweet spring…”
An idea flashed in Qingge's mind.
These words were the fleeting flash of inspiration that came to her mind that day.
In ancient times, there were phoenixes and phoenix trees... was it an illusion?
Does Queen Fengqi have anything to do with this Wutong?
If so, will it have anything to do with Sihai City?
Qingge knew that Fengqi had lost so many memories that Qingge could not ask Qingge for proof of Nan Xueluo's identity ten thousand years ago.
However, even when he thought of Fengqi Wutong, Qingge still had no clue.
"It's so boring. I still have to look at a sycamore tree. It's time to go and see the scenery of Sihai City's auction house." Jiuci said.
Everyone walked out of the city lord's mansion together, singing softly and turning back three times with each step, frequently looking at the sycamore tree.
Fengqi.
Indus.
nineteen.
…
Is there any connection between these?
"City Lord, City Lord..." Qing Ge and others left the City Lord's Mansion, and Lin Shan chased after them.
"Uncle Linshan?" Miss Jiu was puzzled.
Lin Shan handed some masks in his hand to Miss Jiu, then looked at Qingge and said: "There are too many foreigners in Sihai City. The city lord must be careful. The city lord is a precious person and must not be damaged. I am waiting for you at the city lord's mansion."
return."
Miss Jiu smiled and was about to put the mask on her face. Jiu Ci grabbed it and checked the mask. If she thought it was OK, she threw it to Miss Jiu.
"Sooner or later you will be fooled to death by yourself." Jiuci sneered coldly.
Miss Ninth curled her lips, not knowing why she was scolded again.
Several people put on masks one by one in front of the city lord's mansion and then walked to the auction house.
In front of the city lord's mansion, there were only two people, Lin Shan and the little book boy.
The little book boy looked at the backs of everyone and pursed his lips, "Her mind is stronger than the previous eighteen city lords."
"This kind of heart is more interesting." Lin Shan said.
The little book boy looked at Lin Shan, "They are going to the auction house, will they know something?"