With two words, nightmare's soul seems to be trembling.
He never thought about it, and he didn't even dare to think about this possibility.
"You mean..." Yan Shi trembled, "But this is unrealistic, there is no saying that there is a skin change in the world."
Indeed, no one believes it if you change your skin and say it out.
Qingge's expression was calm, her thin lips were slightly pursed, and she could see herself in the mirror as soon as she raised her eyes.
The reason why she thought of changing the skin was because she had seen it with her own eyes.
When she was not Ye Qingge, she was a mercenary in that era.
After the organization captured the mysterious elf, in addition to doing experiments with her, it also tried to replace the elf's skin with another mercenary.
Unfortunately, it failed.
The mercenary was dead.
Qingge is lucky and still alive after undergoing the experiment.
However, every full night in the coming month was her nightmare, and the torture she suffered was unspeakable.
What I never thought was that becoming Ye Qingge would start her miracle in the four-star continent, but she still could not get rid of the full moon night.
Qingge does not believe in the past and present lives.
But when the organization brought back a charming and beautiful elf, her fate was already doomed.
Over the past few years, Qingge has read countless books and has also known about the secret techniques that were once forbidden.
But the matter of changing the skin only exists in ghosts and monsters. In reality, no one seems to have this ability.
Qingge frowned, "Night, there is nothing impossible in this world."
Even the soul can enter another era, another continent, and what else is impossible?
Perhaps, time passes, and Qingge will understand in the future.
She is her.
She is Ye Qingge.
Yan was silent for a moment and said, "Even if there is a saying of changing the skin, Bai Meier doesn't look like her skin. How can she merge with her body?"
There are indeed many bizarre things in this world. Even the nightmare can survive for three hundred years is a miracle, but he doesn't believe that one person's skin can be replaced by another person, and it is so suitable and perfect.
Qingge silently.
"Maybe I was worried too much." Qingge said so, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
No hurry.
There will always be a day that will surface.
...
During these days in Ye Mansion, Qingge has been practicing hard.
As for the mindset of the Three Sword Spirit Master, she became closer and closer, and she could break through this bottleneck at any time.
According to the customs of the Northern Moon Capital, the day before Ye Yu cremated, that is, the first seventh day, Qingge still had to go to the mourning hall to watch the night.
When you walk into the mourning hall, you can see that small figure.
In just a few days, the spirit boy was already extremely thin.
The Lingtong would eat a few bites of food that Qingge sent to him so that he would not starve to death, but he became more and more haggard and looked listless.
He is not a child, he knows the truth, but he still can't resist the sadness.
Qingge didn't say a word, his eyes fell on the dark coffin.
The coffin emits a faint fragrance of plum blossoms.
People die like lamps extinguishing.
In the night house, there is no other lady.
In a few years, Ye Yu was no longer as heroic as before.
She left, and she was very peaceful when she left.
Qingge has always been by Lingtong's side, sometimes burning paper, and the fire in the basin is faint.
It was late at night, and the mourning hall was quiet.
The gloomy wind swept across the door.
"Qingge, where did Xiaoyu go?" Ling Tong drooped his head, his eyes were dull, and he spoke weakly.
Qingge's actions trembled, "She's asleep."
"Will she be cold? Will she be hungry?" Ling Tong choked up: "Do you... miss me?"
"Yes." Qingge's face did not change.
"Really?"
The spirit boy stood up, the fire reflected on his face, his eyes seemed to have stars hidden.
Qingge nodded.
After receiving the affirmation, the spirit child was in a happy mood.
He leaned against Qingge's shoulder, opened his mouth, and couldn't stop at all, and kept muttering: "What should I do? I have no interest in women now. Do I have to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha's name? Then I have to lose my son and grandson, but only one I feel sad when I think that my future wife is not Xiaoyu. I can't eat or sleep. My mind is full of Xiaoyu's every frown and smile. You said, if I am taller, I will be my wife if I am older... …”
The spiritual boy shook his head, and the black whip on the back of his head swayed like water marks, "Forget it, just think I'm talking in my sleep, but do you know that I've even had a kind of thing when facing this coffin every few days. Impulsively, even if she dies or sleeps, I want to marry her. Even if the newlyweds are just a grave, you must think I'm crazy, after all, this is incredible."
"Xiao Yu will be cremated tomorrow, and after tomorrow, there will be no body."
The spirit boy buried his face on his knees.
Qingge looked at Lingtong, and for a long time, he took out two pots of heartbreaking wine from the realm of nothingness, handed one of them to Lingtong, "Come on?"
"This is..." Ling Tong turned his head, his eyes slightly red.
"Drink the heartbreaking wine brewed by Mo Xie, drink it," said Qingge.
"One drink is heartbroken, my heart is not drunk, two drinks are heartbroken, everything is spit." Ling Tong's eyes were distant, as if he saw the distance through the scene in front of him.
The spirit boy raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Heartbreaking spirit is famous all over the world.
In addition to his unique cultivation talent, Mo Xie is also an excellent winemaker and is deeply loved by many people who love wine.
The spirit boy held the wine pot and poured it in front of the coffin.
It’s not that he can’t bear the alcohol, but his heartbreak is too strong and few people can bear it.
Qingge drank all the heartbroken one gulp, looked at the drunken spirit boy, laughed, stretched out his hand, pinched the spirit boy's cheek, and his delicate skin as if he was a baby.
Qingge held a crystal clear glass wine pot in one hand and threw yellow paper into the brazier with the other. His black eyes reflected two lit lights, just like the rarest gems in ancient times.
"Sister... walk slowly, see you again in the next day." Qingge was drunk, with a blurred look on his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up.
Mourning Hall.
The smell of heartbreaking spirits conceals the fragrance of plums.
In the middle of the night, Qingge closed his eyes unknowingly.
In the early morning, the dawn is shining.
The cremator came to take the body away.
Qingge opened his eyes, the fire in the basin had been extinguished, and the yellow paper had all turned into ashes.
Once blown, it dissipates.
Suddenly, Qingge's pupils tightened violently, her brows frowned, and she looked at the person in front of her in surprise.
"Ling... Tong?" Qingge woke up Ling Tong, but there was a little uncertainty in his voice.
Then I saw that there was no child in front of Qingge, but a handsome man.
The man's bare head and the black whip on the back of his head are eye-catching.
Ling Tong was confused, his eyes opened, looking at Qingge, confused, and looked puzzled, "What's wrong?"
Ling Tong lowered his head casually and saw his hands.
Not the child's hand.
It's the hand of an adult.
Slim as jade.
Ling Tong was startled and stood up suddenly. Only then did he realize something was wrong.
In the past, he struggled to watch Qingge.
Now standing in front of Qingge, he could even look down.
The spirit boy blinked, then ran out wildly, stood by the lake, lowered his head, and looked at himself on the lake.