Singing softly, she felt like she was falling into hell. She turned her head and looked around. The countless screens with Yan Bingtong suddenly turned into dark colors, as hard to dissolve as splashed ink. In the endless darkness, the formations of the Universe and Bagua were
Formed on the soles of her feet, the light flows, the flames are cold, as if there are soldiers guarding the city waiting for the dawn in the east.
In the Bagua formation, including the universe, Tai Chi and Liang Yi, the cold night is endless. From all directions, beauties familiar and unfamiliar to Qing Ge are approaching step by step. If you look closely, you will see that their colorful clothes are flowing on the floor, their delicate skin, and their pale skin.
With a picturesque face, beautiful features, and stunning beauty, they were overwhelming, attacking Qing Ge from all directions.
The space Qingge was in was getting smaller and smaller. Although the world was huge, she felt suffocated. Her neck seemed to be tightly strangled by a strong rope. Her eyes widened, and there was a faint green light in her black pupils.
It becomes more and more vigorous, rich in green, and blooms with flowers that will overwhelm the country.
The little fox lying on Qing Ge's shoulder didn't know when he was lying quietly on the Nine Dragon King's seat in the realm of nothingness, sleeping peacefully. If you look closely, you can see that he seems to be struggling with something, and his brows are furrowed.
Although the narrow eyes were tightly closed, the aura as cold as sword light was faintly emanating!
Qingge was alone in front of thousands of femme fatales, and one face that made her fall in love with her appeared. That was her mother, Yan Bingtong.
Yan Bingtong's voice rang in her ears, hysterical, asking her to save her.
Qing Ge only felt that his soul was covered by a dragnet, with nowhere to escape but death.
Qingge's eyes were a little dry. She walked forward with heavy steps, her legs were a little heavy, as if they were filled with lead.
With every step, the soft boots on the soles of the feet made a deep hole in the ground.
Qingge's eyes were spinning and she was dizzy. She blinked, then her pupils widened, and she looked around. One by one, "Yan Bingtong" passed through her body. Her pale skin was like a ghost in the depths of purgatory.
The red nails seemed to be clasping Qingge's neck tightly.
Qingge raised her head slightly, her eyes slightly closed, her moist and bright eyes shining in the rich night.
However, "Yan Bingtong's" hands just passed through her neck.
I sang softly, my heart felt like water, and my limbs were cold as I walked forward aimlessly, looking at the flowers, but the blood in my body gradually became cold.
Staying in this inexplicable screen space, she only felt that she was a corpse without any life in her body, waiting for vultures to swoop in at any time and gnaw away her flesh and blood.
Finally, Qingge stopped, and the fleeting beauty beside her disappeared. Qingge stood in front of a simple wooden house. There was the sound of wooden fish knocking inside. Qingge raised her white and tender hands and opened the wooden door. The scene in the inner room was...
It shocked her.
There is a handsome young man in the house. The man is wearing a rouge shirt with a large peony embroidered on the tail. They are surrounded by each other. The man's fair and slender hand is holding a skull, and the other hand is holding a wooden fish stick to knock the skull.
A sound, like the sound of the underworld.
Click click click——
When the door of the wooden house was opened by Qing Ge, the beautiful man raised his face to look at Qing Ge. His delicate face suddenly aged rapidly, his skin sank, his hair and eyebrows turned white. What remained unchanged was that he
The mechanical movement of beating the skull.
His eyes were gleaming, looking sharply at Qing Ge.
"Daughter of Bi Tong, welcome to the world of the tomb." The old man's voice echoed in the air.
Qingge frowned, the sound gave her a headache.
Qingge suddenly turned her eyes and looked around the wooden house. There were scrolls hanging on the house, and the beauties on the scrolls were all Yan Bingtong.
These beauties looked at Qing Ge in horror, with a glimmer of life in their desperate eyes.
She is asking Qingge for help!
Qingge's fingertips felt cold, and she raised her hand, wanting to touch Yan Bingtong on the scroll closest to her.
However, when she raised her hand and gradually approached Yan Bingtong, the gentle and flamboyant beauty suddenly jumped out of the scroll, splashing ink in mid-air, transforming into the appearance of a ferocious monster, with blood opening like a ferocious beast.
Pen has a big mouth with two sharp fangs, and dark green saliva flows out of the mouth and drips on Qing Ge.
Qingge lowered her head and looked at her hands in a daze. Under the green saliva, her skin and flesh were twisted and burned in an instant. The white bones were reflected in her eyes.
Qingge frowned——
Her hand didn't hurt at all.
She raised her head and looked at the evil beast transformed by Yan Bingtong. The beast opened its mouth wide and wanted to swallow her in one bite.
Qingge's pupils tightened, the beast's lips and teeth continued to enlarge in her pupils, Qingge's eye sockets also expanded, her body convulsed, and suddenly, she trembled...
At the same time, in the realm of nothingness, Ji Yue, who was sleeping, quickly opened her eyes, and a pair of sinister eyes released a coquettish look, and the weird aura spread rapidly and spread boundlessly.
He narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, and the sharp blade transformed from the demon king's breath rushed out from the realm of nothingness, tore open the sky, entered the ancient wooden house in the hidden space, and struck the ferocious beast.
Fierce beast——
The ashes disappeared and became powder scattered in the air.
In the backyard of Burning Moon Palace, in front of a screen with Yan Bingtong painted on it, a girl with three thousand white hair, her clothes soaked with cold sweat, her body convulsed, and her eyes suddenly opened.
The icy wind swept over her body and lifted her clothes. The chill hit her bones, and Qingge shivered subconsciously.
She looked around, seeing screens, beautiful women, and the bright moon hanging upside down in the sky.
On Qingge's shoulder, the little fox opened his eyes coldly, "Let's go."
Although Qing Ge had doubts in her heart, when the little fox's voice sounded, she quickly walked back, rising and falling, as light as a swallow, and stormed out of the back hall. Countless screens formed on both sides of her body.
The afterimage of Tao.
After leaving the back hall, Qingge felt lingering fear. She clapped her palms, and her palms were cold, and the coolness seeped into her blood.
The little fox jumped into her arms. Qingge looked back at the screen in the back hall under the cold wind. The two doors of the back hall suddenly closed, and the gap became smaller and smaller. Qingge seemed to see Yan Bingtong's face floating in it.
Under the dark night, smile at Qing Ge.
Bang!
The gold painted door is closed.
Qing Ge's head felt a throbbing pain, and the ground suddenly became empty under her feet. She screamed, but she saw the little fox turned into a human form at some point, picked her up by the waist, and walked into the room.
"Don't go to this place in the future." Ji Yue said.
Qing Ge lowered his head and bit his lip without being stubborn, "Okay."
She didn't know what was going on in Burning Moon Palace, but she knew that Ji Yue would never harm her.
Qing Ge lay in Ji Yue's arms and looked back at the two strict doors. Yan Bingtong's voice seemed to be ringing in her ears. Every sound was creepy, but she couldn't resist.