There was a buzzing sound between Dongfang Po's ears, and his mind went blank.
At this moment, Dongfang Po seemed to understand what Aventurine said.
The love in this world is not only the love of lovers.
Dongfang Po looked at the flamboyant and beautiful woman in front of him, his heart was hit hard and he was deeply shocked.
Qing Ge sat next to the King Ming Sword and began to practice. The four heavenly arts will temper the body and the body will be strengthened.
From the muscles and veins to the skin and flesh, from the blood to the internal organs, and then from the limbs to the bones.
Faintly, Qingge could feel the qualitative changes coming from within her body.
That day, late at night, I finished practicing Qingge. After taking a bath, I walked into the house, picked up a cup of tea and drank it. Before it entered my throat, I vomited it all out.
What he spit out was a mouthful of blood.
Qingge's body began to tremble, and she became slightly unsteady on her feet.
With a plop, he knelt down weakly.
The tea cup hit the ground, and the fragments were as sharp as knives.
Qingge's hands suddenly grabbed the edge of the table to prevent her from collapsing to the ground.
The world was spinning before his eyes, and he had a splitting headache. Qingge shook his head, but he still could not clearly see the scene in front of him.
In the end, Qingge's hand holding on to the table finally lost strength, slowly let go, and then suddenly fell to the ground.
Qingge lay on the cold ground, put her hands on the ground, tried hard to get up, but still fell down.
There was a slight feeling of pain in the heart.
The feeling was not strong, but unknowingly, it spread quietly to the limbs and bones. Everywhere in the body was experiencing severe pain, which was nothing more than heart-piercing pain.
Qingge kept crawling towards the bed, finally climbed onto the bed and used all her strength to sit up.
It is all supported by strong willpower.
Qingge closed her eyes, sweat dripping from her body through her clothes, and beads of sweat overflowed from her forehead and cheeks.
A trace of spiritual power circulates throughout the body, and is assisted by the healing power of the Snow Spirit Pearl, pouring into every part of the body.
After running like this for a few weeks, the terrifying pain eased.
Qingge concentrated on running her spiritual power, looking inside her internal organs, and her conscious gaze fell on the purple moon flower, which represented the heart.
The purple moonflower is suspended on the left chest, and in a scarlet scene, the purple moonflower is in full bloom.
The petals contract very rhythmically, simulating the beating of the heart.
If one day the petals wither or stop contracting, it means that the heart has stopped beating.
Qingge understood that the sudden physical changes ultimately originated from the heart, so she wanted to look inside Ziyuehua to find out.
When she saw the Purple Moon Flower, Qingge was surprised.
All along, there has been a faint blood-colored smoke suspended above the delicate petals of the Purple Moon Flower.
That is the bone marrow smoke that binds lovers.
Now, half of the bone marrow smoke has dissipated, and half of the bone marrow smoke has penetrated into other parts of Qingge's body, running rampant.
Not only that, three of the petals of the Purple Moon Flower were withered.
Qingge can be sure that if all the marrow smoke dissipates, this purple moon flower will wither.
Inside the room, Qingge suddenly opened her eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
If you look carefully at the blood stains on the ground, you will see scarlet smoke suspended in the air.
"Empty..." Qingge wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked hard.
She once thought that the Purple Moon Flower was a holy object of green lotus and might not be shaken by the marrow smoke.
Today's unexpected situation made her understand that even sacred objects such as the Purple Moon Flower would be shaken by bone marrow smoke.
The heavenly realm of the gods.
Fang Yu stood in front of the case. On top of the case, there was a cloud tripod altar containing bone marrow smoke.
The lid of the Yunding altar is half open.
Red firelight shines from the mouth of the altar.
Li Qinglian stood behind Fang Yu and looked at the Yunding Altar.
"This one is addicted to fireworks. Xunwu Lei tried his best to find it. It's really useful." Fang Yu said with a smile.
"Didn't Lord Fang say that he would not break off her wings?" Li Qinglian suddenly said.
Fang Yu said coldly: "This is not to break her wings, but to inform her that her life is in my hands. Ha..."
At the end of the sentence, Fang Yu let out a shrill laugh that made people panic.
"Ah, Fang'er, taking advantage of the crisp autumn air, I would like to put chrysanthemums in your hair, put my hands on your buttocks, and explore further..." The voice coming from outside the hall made Fang Yu start to tremble.
Goosebumps, that sharp laughter stopped suddenly and comically.
There was deathly silence in the hall, and I couldn't help but hear the explicit love poems recited by Chu Changge outside.
However, Fang Yu seemed to be sick, staring fiercely outside the room, trembling all over.
Seeing this, Li Qinglian stopped laughing abruptly.
"Fang'er, don't you want to pursue the pleasure on the couch? Don't you want to have a collision of passion?"
Chu Changge shouted affectionately.
"Get out! Get out! Chu Changge, you are looking for death!"
This was the first time that Fang Yu was so angry. All the precious objects in the palace were thrown at Chu Changge.
At the critical moment, Chu Changge's body was like a snake in the water, swimming back and forth, rising and falling, collecting all the things that Fang Yu had thrown at him, planning to sell them at a good price.
There is no limit to such shamelessness, and I'm afraid only Chu Changge can do it.
Chu Changge held the porcelain vase thrown out by Fang Yu and sighed: "Fang'er, is this... a token of love between us?"
Like a magic trick, Chu Changge took a red object and threw it towards the square prison in the palace.
"Fang'er, take it, keep it carefully, and take it out when you and I get married."
Chu Changge left happily holding a bunch of treasures.
As for the red object thrown towards Fang Yu, I don’t know if Chu Changge meant it, but it happened to be a coincidence that it just happened to hang on Fang Yu’s head.
After Li Qinglian saw the true face of that thing, she was shocked.
This Chu Changge is so shameless and obscene.
Fang Yu was so angry that he pulled the red object off his head, lowered his head and looked carefully, and immediately threw the red object out of his hand like a hot potato, as if he was electrocuted.
It was a pair of red pants embroidered with bright yellow chrysanthemums, which was unusually coquettish.
"Chu Changge!" Fang Yu was furious.
Li Qinglian looked at Fang Yu and thought secretly.
With Fang Yu's vengeful character, he would definitely not spare Chu Changge's life. Why did he continue to indulge Chu Changge?
Moreover, even though Chu Changge is the master of the Gong Sect, this divine realm is the most sacred place in the heavenly realm of gods. Why does Chu Changge treat it like his own back garden, where he can come and leave whenever he wants?
Fang Yu looked crazy, like a lunatic. He stepped on his red pants one after another, and finally burned them all up with fire.
Fang Yu's eyes gradually became dark, and when he turned his head, he saw Yunding Altar.
Fang Yu gritted his teeth, as if he was not satisfied, he frowned and threw the fireworks away.
The bone marrow smoke was twisting back and forth as if it was in pain.
Poof!
In Shenyue Capital, Chiyan Mansion, Qing Ge spurted out another mouthful of blood.
Qingge crossed her legs and fell to the side with her upper body.
His eyes were hollow, he had a splitting headache, and his chin was covered in blood.
A wisp of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, dripping on the jade pillow, and gradually smudged out.