The door behind Qingge was closed tightly. There was no other person except her in the huge and empty British Marquis' Mansion. The crisp footsteps sounded terrifying in the dark night, and the cool breeze was coming from the high walls on all sides.
As it penetrated, the grass and wild flowers under the eaves lowered their waists.
With steady steps, Qingge continued to walk forward, calm and composed, her red robe was like fire, there was no unnecessary expression on her face, cold as frost, and coldness was bone-bone.
A hissing sound sounded in his ears, and the wailing of the ghost seemed to flash by. Qingge was alert and turned around and looked at it. Suddenly, the sky was spinning, and the darkness was hopeless. The air from all directions became sharp, and he squeezed hard on Qingge.
Qingge only felt that his head seemed to burst, and every part of his body was crushed and painful, and life and death were worse than death.
In a moment, the squeezing feeling disappeared, Qingge felt as if he had a heavy relief, and his slightly bent legs straightened up, and a light appeared in front of him. After seeing the scene in the light and shadow clearly, Qingge clasped his hands tightly and his pupils expanded.
In the light and shadow, Ye Qingtian closed his eyes tightly, his body was tied up by ropes, hanging in the air, and countless crossbows and arrows were plundering from all directions, trying to penetrate Ye Qingtian.
Although Qingge was confused and felt that Ye Qingtian could not appear in the British Marquis' Mansion, in her eyes, nothing is more important than Ye Qingtian's life.
Therefore, she rushed out without hesitation, and her speed was extremely fast. When lightning and thunder were roaring, she entered the white light and shadow. Thousands of blood demon blades burst out, dancing in the sky, blooming into lotus.
Stepping on the Blood Demon Flower, Qingge's body was suspended in the air, protecting Ye Qingtian, who had fainted and hung in the air.
Mingwang sword broke through the air, the singer held Mingwang sword, his footsteps were empty, his body flipped, and a clanging sound sounded, and all the crossbows fell on the ground. Even so, the cave was covered in the sky and the earth, and the world was still there
He shot countless bows and arrows, Qingge's eyes were cold, he was unyielding and stubborn.
The old man hanging upside down suddenly opened his eyes, his turbid eyes were full of heartache. He looked at the fighting girl and his voice was vicissitudes: "Qingge, let grandpa die, their target is grandpa. Grandpa dies, everything is peaceful.
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Qingge knocked off more than a dozen bows and crossbow arrows coming towards him, and held the Ming King's sword and looked at Ye Qingtian. It was indeed Ye Qingtian's good-looking, and that look could not deceive her.
"I'm immortal, what nonsense to say? If you die for peace, I will make the world uneasy."
Qingge didn't have time to think about the causes and consequences, she only knew that she wanted to protect the old man behind her who was already in twilight.
There are more and more bows and arrows, and there are caves like ink everywhere, and there is nowhere to escape. Qingge is sweating heavily and frowning. Even though she has broken through the eighth level of innate nature, her senses are clear and her vision is broad, but she can't feel it.
Anything outside the cave is moving.
In the north direction, a hole appeared, and outside the hole was a bright world.
The bow and arrow stop, and everything is quiet.
Qingge frowned and cut off the rope that tied Ye Qingtian with the Ming King's knife. The two of them fell to the ground together, and the Blood Demon Flower disappeared.
"Grandpa, what happened?" Qingge asked.
Ye Qingtian did not answer Qingge's question. He faced the north with deep eyes, "Our grandfather and grandson can only have one person who can walk out of this light door alive. Qingge, you go out, grandpa is half dead anyway.
If you are a man, it’s better not to live for the remaining ten years.”
"What the hell is going on?"
Qingge's fingertips were chilling, and everything that happened suddenly caught her off guard.
Ye Qingtian pushed her towards the north light gate. Qingge's brow seemed to have tied a knot, and he used all his strength to hold the Ming Wang sword. While Ye Qingtian was pushing her away, she was wondering if this was an illusion.
But everything is so clear.
The light gate is getting closer and closer, and a trace of determination flashes in Qingge's eyes. She suddenly turned over and landed behind Ye Qingtian. She slapped Ye Qingtian on the back of Ye Qingtian, and Ye Qingtian flew out.
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The light gate disappeared in an instant.
Qingge silently watched the last ray of light from the light gate in the ruins cave fade, and a faint smile burst into the corner of his lips.
If you can only live one, then you should live.
She turned around, her red robe was like fire, and the robe was placed in the air and drew a arc. Tens of millions of bows and arrows turned into phantoms in her pupils. Thousands of arrows pierced the heart, and at a critical moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and the man faced her
She smiled like a flower, was so evil and crazy, and thousands of bows and arrows penetrated behind him, and in the blink of an eye, countless blood holes appeared.
He protected her.
Qingge's eyelids suddenly hopped, and her heart seemed to be slashed hard. She hurried forward to support the man who was about to fall down by a hedgehog, and kept shaking her head.
Ji Yue lay in Qingge's arms, her face pale, and a quiet smile appeared on her face, "Life well."
"Don't...don't die."
Qingge shook her head frantically, her eyes gradually turned scarlet, and there seemed to be a broken bone in her chest, causing constant pain.
Qingge took out the hand that was holding Ji Yue's body, and the hands were covered with sticky blood. She looked at Ji Yue again. Ji Yue's face turned pale and the spiritual consciousness in her eyes gradually dissipated.
Qingge's eyes widened, unbelievable, full of sorrow.
She doesn't want him to die...
The moment Ji Yue closed her eyes, the girl's hair was turtled, three thousand white hairs rose, her eyes were scarlet and charming. She raised her head and faced the dark ruins cave. Her shrill shouts moved the listener and she was willing to cry.
"People from the demon realm can survive by pouring them with blood."
A vicissitudes of life sounded, and lightning flashed in Qingge's eyes. She couldn't think about who made the sound, but only knew that he said that Ji Yue could survive.
Qingge was panicked, tremblingly picked up the Ming Wang knife, cut it on his left wrist, and then the wound was facing Ji Yue's mouth and poured blood down.
A large amount of blood flowed from Qingge's wrist into Ji Yue's lips and then into his throat. Qingge found that Ji Yue's face was a little rosy and had some vitality.
Qingge was overjoyed, but his wrists were no longer bleeding.
Qingge stretched out his left hand and wanted to pick up the Mingwang knife and cut a hole on his right wrist. However, the left hand was bleeding too much, and the pain in the wound was unbearable and it was impossible to exert force at all.
After trying for a long time, Qingge still had no strength in her left hand. She gave up. She looked at her white wrist with her right hand, stared at her, then lowered her head, bit off a piece of meat with one bite on her wrist.
The smell of blood spread between her lips and teeth. Qingge's face turned as white as snow and her eyes were a little dispersed, but she didn't seem to see her situation. She only knew to put the wound on her right hand in Ji Yue's mouth and let her suck.
The blood in the body seemed to be gone, Qingge sat tremblingly, shaking like a weak willow in the wind, although it would fall down. (To be continued)