The excitement in the Ghost Flute boy's eyes suddenly faded away, and he had no choice but to insert the Ghost Flute in his hand into his waistband and walk dejectedly towards the direction of the stream.
When it dragged the man in the water to the shore, Ning Feiyan pulled up in a long voice and let out a sigh, but there was no sign of surprise on his face.
She knelt down and reached out to stroke the wet hair on Hongzhuang's face. There was no emotion in her eyes, and a sneer at the corner of her mouth: "Although I had expected it, I didn't expect you to be so stupid, not even trying to escape."
can you?"
The cold and white fingertips wetted by the river slowly stroked her blind eye. Ning Feiyan sighed and said, "I clearly gave you a chance."
Ning Feiyan looked at half of her body that was green and transparent, and the light wings that were squirming beneath her.
Various signs indicate that Hong Zhuang, a succubus, has also been affected by the fog, and her body is gradually becoming spiritually corrupted.
After all, Hongzhuang has been away from Beiyuan for so many years. Although Ning Feiyan has always treated her with cold eyes, most of them just ignored her.
But as a hidden knife that she could kill wherever she pointed, Ning Feiyan did not hesitate to use his own resources to sharpen her to be very sharp and tough.
The physique of the succubus is even different from that of ordinary succubi. It is not easy to maintain intelligence for such a long time in this mist.
Ning Feiyan saw the traces of spiritualization gradually spreading all over her body, her eyes grew cold, and she sneered:
"You really don't have a long memory. Every time this happens, you have to make yourself look like a useless ghost. Do you like being a piece of rotten flesh rotting in the mud so much?"
Ning Feiyan was sarcastically sarcastic when her sleeves suddenly tightened, but Hong Zhuang, who was in a coma, grabbed her sleeves tightly.
She closed her eyes tightly, her face showing deep pain and helplessness, and whispered softly: "Sister...sister..."
Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes and pulled back her sleeves indifferently: "What a born cheap person."
"...Sister, it hurts so much...I feel so much pain..."
Ning Feiyan gradually became depressed and found her murmuring voice very noisy.
Her face gradually became impatient, she closed her eyes and raised her hand, carefully picked up the beads and placed them between her eyebrows.
Her eyebrows were opened wide, and the brightly colored orb was gradually incorporated into it. When Ning Feiyan opened her eyes again, a mysterious golden light filled the edges of her black pupils.
The old succubus saw her overestimating behavior and said sarcastically:
"You little girl who overestimates her abilities, if this immortal divine source is so easy to refine into the body, how can it be perfectly preserved to this day?
The two paths of gods and demons are inherently different. You did not directly seize the body of the divine source host and forcibly refine it into the body. It will only cause your divine palace to collapse and be damaged, and your spiritual consciousness will be destroyed!"
How could Ning Feiyan not know the truth behind this? If she hadn't been afraid of the power of this divine source, she would have refined those two beads long ago, and how could they still be there today.
She chuckled lightly, leaned down, pinched her red lips apart, and took a breath of pure divine breath from the void, melting into her body.
The painful look on Hongzhuang's face, which looked like it was haunted by a nightmare, slightly subsided, and the spread of spiritual decay in her body was also alleviated.
Seeing this, Ning Feiyan knew that her guess was correct.
She slowly raised her body, looked at the old succubus, and said meaningfully: "Although what you said is absolutely correct, after all, he sent the kid to send these beads all the way here, so they won't harm me."
Ning Feiyan, who had never believed in the world, now said that she believed that Balian would not harm her.
The tone was relaxed, but no one knew how heavy the meaning was in this understatement.
Ning Feiyan rubbed the center of her brows. Miraculously, she used her demonic body to merge into the divine source. The two were in conflict with each other, and the spiritual consciousness of the divine mansion did not feel any discomfort at all.
She was very surprised, thinking that this bead had only been raised by Bai Li'an for more than a month, but it had become so magical.
Ning Feiyan suddenly had a bold idea as her thoughts moved her.
She raised her sword finger, pointed it between her eyebrows, and used her thoughts to draw the power of the divine source. Immediately, Ning Feiyan suddenly had a mysterious feeling, as if something was about to separate from the spiritual sea.
The pure and pure power of water spirit is warm and powerful, flowing to the limbs and bones, as if warm water washes the muscles and veins. The wounds on the body are nourished and warmed by that power, and they gradually heal and recover.
It has been more than a thousand years since Ning Feiyan obtained this water source, but this is the first time he knows that it can be used in this way.
Apart from being pleasantly surprised, I also felt a little more curious and admired about Balian.
The old succubus on the side saw this scene as thrilling and dumbfounded.
Her eyes widened for a moment, and she trembled her lips for a long time, as if she couldn't hold it together in one breath: "You, you, you... what kind of monster are you?!"
"You say I'm a monster?" Ning Feiyan was in a very good mood at this time, and the smile on her face was also very beautiful.
She carefully observed the old succubus from head to toe and said with a smile: "Then I would like to ask you first, what kind of monster are you?"
"You are clearly of the succubus clan, and your cultivation has been ruined. Under the influence of this mist-colored energy, you have no signs of spiritualization at all. I am very surprised. This is not just a thorough replenishment of the emperor's abilities.
You can do it, right?”
The old succubus suddenly felt guilty and alert, lowered his head and refused to look directly at Ning Feiyan again.
"If you don't want to say it, then I'll change the question."
Ning Feiyan stood up straight, his eyes were deep and cold, and he pointed at the small obviously arched grave in the deep corner of the grass.
"Who is buried in the tomb without a monument?"
The old succubus looked increasingly guilty, and when asked by Ning Feiyan, he shook his head repeatedly.
She seemed to be facing something more terrifying than the deadly Gu insect. She looked a little frightened and shook her head repeatedly: "What... what grave? I don't know, I don't know what you are talking about?"
"Oh? Really? You don't know?" Ning Feiyan teased with a look in her eyes, kicked the ghost flute boy again, and ordered: "Go and dig up the grave for me. Since she doesn't want to talk, I
Then come and see with your own eyes what kind of monsters and monsters are buried inside."
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She seems to be joking, but it's not like she can't do things like digging graves.
"How dare you!!!" The old succubus suddenly howled angrily, his shrill voice piercing through the clouds, his emotions seemed to be furious, and his eyes were extremely hateful.
For a moment, he suppressed the fear of poisonous insects in his heart.
Her rickety body suddenly stood up, looking crazy.
"That's not some monster! That's my daughter! My daughter! You dare to touch her! You dare to touch her! I will definitely kill you! Kill you!!!"
"Daughter?" Ning Feiyan's expression suddenly became strange: "You mean your daughter is buried here?"
If she had just taken the Immortal Emperor, it would not be enough to change her succubus physique.
But if she is pregnant with a divine heir and has the immortal divine veins nourished in her body, the mother's fetus will also be blessed by the spiritual energy of the immortal to some extent.
Since she was able to maintain her true nature in this fog, she was not transformed into a spirit like an ordinary succubus...
The identity of the person buried in that grave bag is about to be revealed!
The Junhuang bloodline actually died in a place like this!!!
But, how could one die? With the blood of the Immortal, one is born to be blessed by all things.
Even though half of his body is succubus blood, anything that is tainted with the word "Senior Immortal" will be extremely difficult to pass away.
Ning Feiyan found this matter more and more strange, thought deeply for a moment, and then walked towards the tomb.
"What are you going to do! What are you going to do!" The old succubus gasped violently, her hands and feet were pulled upright by the chains, and she could not follow him.
Her eyes were red and bloodshot, and her dry hair soaked in sweat clung to her face like weeds, which accentuated her prominent cheekbones, making her face look ferocious and terrifying.
Ning Feiyan was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. He looked at the weedy bumpkin, sneered and said: "Your mother will choose a place for you, the place with the back of the sun, where the moon kills people. You are suppressed in this dangerous place."
In this land, I am afraid that this soul and this body will never be reincarnated for eternity, right?"
"Let me take a good look at your true face tonight. Don't worry, as a reward, I will take you away and find you a good Feng Shui place so that your soul can rest."
Ning Feiyan was speaking in a perfunctory and coaxing tone even when he was facing a dead man.
Ignoring the old succubus's roaring objections, A'luo waved his right sleeve, and the weeds growing in the white sand and loess rolled up by their roots.
The sand is like snowflakes blown away by the wind, layer by layer, scattered in the wind.
As the earth gradually turned darker brown, Ning Feiyan didn't even see the bones in the grave.
When she saw a swaddling clothes embroidered with blue and white flowers, it was already black and yellow, lying in a roll of mat, and she could vaguely see the blood stains on it.
There was half a skeleton wrapped in swaddling clothes.
Only half a body!
Only half of the baby-sized skeleton was left, making it appear even younger. Rows of neat tooth marks could still be seen between the mud-stained bones.
You can tell at a glance that the tooth marks were not left by wild animals.
At this time, the old succubus had already burst into tears and beat her chest: "What a pity! What a pity! My poor child!"
Ning Feiyan's expression was gloomy. When she met the old succubus' cannibalistic gaze, she said something shocking: "Could it be that you, under extreme hunger, gave your child to..."
"have eaten?"
Ning Feiyan asked the last two words very softly and slowly, with an inexplicable tenderness that was creeping to the bone.
The old succubus suddenly stood up like a trapped animal, the chains on his body jingled, and the expression on his face seemed to be crying or laughing:
"What did you eat? I didn't eat my own child? It was because she was unlucky and useless, so I just bit her twice and lost her breath.
I’m so angry! I’m angry that she doesn’t live up to expectations! She is the emperor’s daughter, my last hope and expectation in this life! She cannot die!”
The old succubus' expression gradually became crazy. With a bit of madness, he grabbed his hair tightly with both hands and tore it like crazy.
"How could she die! How could she die! I worked so hard to give birth to her just because I wanted to become the most noble immortal in the world! How could she die?!!!"
"So I had no choice but to sacrifice a piece of my little finger bone and put it into her heart to keep her soul alive!"
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