The weirdo screamed and roared for a long time, murmuring in a low voice. Qingge couldn't hear what he was saying, but she could understand the pain on his face.
Both good and evil are good, Qingge no longer hides it.
She walked up to the weirdo, knelt down, and faced him face to face. She looked at his appearance, not afraid, but frowning. The weirdo was somewhat similar to the nightmare.
Are weirdos just nightmares?
No, it's not.
Nightmare was born three hundred years ago, not in the same era as the weirdo.
"I am Yan Bingtong's daughter." Qing Ge truthfully told the weirdo her identity.
She was betting on whether the weirdo loved the house or the crow, or hated the house and the crow.
There is no doubt that he loves Yan Bingtong, but he hates Ye Jingfeng.
So, how should he treat the combination of Yan Bingtong and Ye Jingfeng?
Hearing the sound, the weirdo was shocked. His face covered with leech-like scars froze, and his split pupils were confused and empty. The two eyes embedded in the twisted face looked like two fists and two blood balls.
The weirdo glanced at Qingge blankly for a few times. His mood calmed down and he looked at Qingge's face carefully. He was very similar to Yan Bingtong, but upon closer inspection, there was a big difference.
The corners of Qingge's eyes are raised upward, and she is very assertive. On one side of her gaze, she has the demeanor of a mother who cares about the world. She is aggressive and coquettish. Yan Bingtong is different. She is a blend of ice and fire, and can be as gentle as a lady.
, it can also make a bird cling to you and be as gentle as water.
"Are you Ye Jingfeng's daughter?" the weirdo asked with a trembling voice, his eyes red.
After pondering for a moment, he nodded softly.
The weirdo smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.
"How old are you?" the weirdo calmed down and asked.
"Seventeen, almost eighteen."
"Seventeen? So old?"
The weirdo was a little unable to stand, his body was swaying and he could fall down at any time. He frowned and was extremely confused, "Tongtong's daughter is already seventeen? Tongtong has locked me up for seventeen years! A whole seventeen years!"
Qing Ge looked at the weirdo with a complicated look, lamenting the helplessness of the world while feeling melancholy, and wary that the weirdo would break down and attack her.
She has her own plan.
If the swamp beast outside the secret room was Yan Bingtong's monster, it would not be life-threatening to her.
Spirits and magical beasts will not attack people whose contracted blood is dissolved in water. Of course, there are also accidents, such as magical beasts and spiritual beasts turning crazy.
If the swamp beast had not gone crazy, the weirdo would not have been able to escape. There were only two possibilities for the swamp beast to intercept him. One was that the weirdo had no blood relationship with Yan Bingtong, and the second was that Yan Bingtong had given an order to the swamp beast and resolutely
Imprison the weirdos.
"Are you Ye Jingfeng's daughter?" The strange man's eyes burst out with strong murderous intent.
Qingge's face was expressionless, covered with a thin layer of cold frost.
nod--
The weirdo stretched out his hand, grabbed Qingge's neck, and lifted Qingge up easily. His thick fingers kept closing, Qingge was suffocated and couldn't breathe. She was holding the Mingwang Sword with the evil spirit surging, her heart was trembling, and finally
One moment, she would kill this man, her uncle.
The weirdo looked at Qing Ge's face, hesitating and hesitant, his brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan" and tied into a knot.
He threw Qingge to the ground angrily, turned his back and said, "You are Tongtong's daughter, the swamp beast will not hurt you, you can leave."
Qingge won the bet, and the weirdo had a love-hate relationship and couldn't do anything to Qingge.
"You are very strong." Qingge asked tentatively.
She wanted to know why the weirdo became like this.
besides--
Nightmare's bones.
The weirdo was stunned for a moment, sad and desolate, "I was never like this before."
"That is?" Qing Ge asked.
"Do you have any pen and ink?" The weirdo asked another topic.
Qingge shook her head. There was no pen or ink on her body or in her space bag.
The weirdo picked up a sharp stone on the ground, stood in front of a wall, held the sharp corner of the stone, and started drawing.
The stone rubbed against the wall, making a squeaking sound.
Time is like swamp water, flowing quietly.
Qingge saw that the strokes made by the weirdo were lifelike and lifelike, and a man who looked better than Xu Gong in the north of Pan'an City appeared. He was in his prime, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and he was as handsome as ever.
After a long time, the strange man dropped the stone in his hand, and by chance, it hit the bones. The bones, which had been weathered for three hundred years, were shattered into a pile of bones by such a collision.
The monster's shattered eyes and lines spread.
He pointed at the man on the wall and said, "Isn't he handsome?"
"Mo Shang is as beautiful as jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world. He is more than handsome." Qingge replied.
The weirdo laughed in an extremely abnormal and strange way, "This is me."
Qingge was not very surprised. When the weirdo took the stone and started to draw an outline, she probably guessed that it was the weirdo.
What exactly happened that changed him beyond recognition?
The weirdo frowned and asked Qingge, "Am I ugly now?"
"Not ugly." Nor good-looking.
For Qingge, it is indeed not ugly.
The weirdo touched his face and said faintly: "It turns out that I have been here for seventeen years, and the dry food your mother sent me was only enough for me in the first three years. In the next fourteen years, I thought I would starve to death."
, No, but I feel that my body has changed. It is the kind of change that is subtle and cumulative over time. I can't notice it. I don't know why, but I know that I am different from before."
The weirdo asked, "Do you have a mirror?"
Qingge shook her head, she really didn't have this, and even if she did, she wouldn't give it to a weirdo.
Think about it, seventeen years ago the weirdo was a young man with red lips and white teeth, a beautiful tree facing the wind. After being suppressed for seventeen years, he saw that he was completely unrecognizable. Would he go crazy?
Hard to say.
"Do you want to go out?" Qing Ge asked.
go out--
The weirdo was at a loss.
The place where he has stayed for seventeen years suddenly has to leave. The world is so big, where should he go?
His wife was killed by him, his sister's life or death is unknown, and he himself became a monster.
Things have changed, and there is no one to blame.
Neither the weirdo nor Qingge knew that the white bones at the corners were brewing with a purple light, very light, like an unknown evil barrier.
The weirdo smiled bitterly, "If Tongtong is not there, it will make no difference whether I am alive or dead, what difference will it make if I leave or not."
After a pause, "You said Tongtong's life or death is uncertain?"
Qingge seemed to know what the weirdo was thinking. Before the weirdo's idea could be realized, he gave him a despair, "He will be shattered to pieces, and there is a one-in-ten thousand chance of surviving."
Everyone in the world said that her mother was dead.
"Even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, I don't believe that Tongtong will die until I see her body with my own eyes. She also said she would let me out." The weirdo smiled sweetly, "I will say, my Tongtong
Hitomi won't be so cruel, it's hard to tell whether she will live or die, so she won't come to me to save me, I'm going to find her."
Qing Ge looked at the strange man's face, pursed his lips and said nothing.
What would happen if a weirdo saw his current appearance?
Even if Qingge wanted to hide it, the weirdo could still find a way to see the ferocious appearance after leaving this secret room and swamp.
This world does not lack bronze mirrors, nor does it lack human hearts.
He is neither human nor ghost, and if he appears again in the eyes of the world after seventeen years, he will be regarded as a monster.