Two words passed through everyone's minds like electric current.
This madman is the person who lives with Qingge.
Seeing that the surroundings became quiet, she moved her straw hat upwards, covered her eyes, and continued to rest.
Qingge walked towards her residence and glanced at the woman from the corner of her eyes, but unfortunately her appearance was covered by a straw hat.
She opened the jade door of the house, and a sequinous breath came to her face. The room was pitch black, and only a trace of skylight leaked from the door. Qingge walked into the house. The moment the jade door closed, three clusters of blue ghost fire suddenly appeared, dark and dark, with monsters and monsters.
Using the slightest light of the ghost fire, Qingge observed the decorations in the fan house.
Two exquisite jade beds occupy two directions, and there are also tables and stools. Although they are simple, each decoration is full of spiritual energy and is a rare treasure in the world. For practitioners, the simpler the place is, the more they can practice quietly.
There is a stacked floating cloud brocade quilt on the Linglong Feiyu bed on the west side. It can be seen that the lunatic in the mouth is sleeping on this bed. He sings and his mind moves slightly, and he sits down on the bed on the east side.
She put her hands on the edge of the bed, and the jade-like light penetrated the flesh and blood, reflecting the blood in her palm into a red stream of light. The cold touch was not bone-bone and extremely comfortable.
The moment he touched the Linglong Feiyu Jade Bed, the twenty-four tendons and veins in Qingge's body seemed to be being nourished. This Linglong Feiyu Jade Bed has the effect of washing the muscles and marrow.
After a moment, Qingge was surprised to find that the twenty-fourth red tendon veins were quietly and crazily devouring the spiritual energy on the Linglong jade bed.
Licking her red lips, Qingge had a charming smile on her lips.
She tried to pull out the spiritual energy in the elixir and turn it into a sharp blade. She tried to clear the red tendons and veins, and it was actually a bit unblocked. Although it was not big, Yu Qingge said that it was an unexpected surprise.
It should be noted that no matter how hard she tried before, she could not shake this tendon.
The girl sat cross-legged on the bed of Linglong Feiyu and tried her best to practice.
The red tendon veins are like a bottomless hole. The tendons and veins on the Linglong jade bed flowed into Qingge's body and turned into nothingness in an instant.
Bang!
Qingge suddenly opened his eyes, blinked, and was as stupid as a wooden chicken in a petrified state.
Qingge was a little stunned-
What's this?
She looked down mechanically. The Linglong jade bed turned into a pile of ash smoke. She fell cross-legged and sat on the ground, her butt still hurt a little, and she wanted to rub it a few times...
etc!
This is not the point!
The point is that the red tendons and veins cut off her bed. Qingge was in tears and was in a mess. The wind was messy. On the first day of coming to Jialan, the bed was swallowed by her. You can't go to An Suyou to ask for a bed, right?
Qingge looked at the madman's bed in the west with eyes and curled his lips.
The baby is unhappy, has no bed to sleep, and is going to work on the floor.
Qingge got up and rubbed her little butt, patted the ashes on her body, and prepared to walk out to see if she could make a bed from where she could make it.
When he walked to the door, Qingge raised his hand and placed it on Jiufeng's handle. He was about to open the jade door, but in an instant, the jade door opened suddenly.
A pair of ghost-like pupils, a pale and hideous face suddenly entered Qingge's eyes. The man exuded a breath of death like a god of death. His black hair, like ink, was a little disordered, and there were a few pieces of grass on the ends. The woman was thin but extremely tall, with many scars on her face, which were traces of a dagger flying across, intertwined, like a wreckage of wild ghosts.
"Ye Qingge?"
A woman looks straight and sings lightly, her voice is light.
Qingge's eyes are cold and timeless, and she defaults.
The madman walked around Qingge and walked into the house. The blue ghost fire made the knife marks on her face shockingly. The madman stopped and looked at the place where the Linglong jade bed was originally placed, but now there was a pile of light smoke left.
She looked at her for a long time before turning back to her bed, took off her outer robe in a neat manner, lay down, and covered her with a quilt.
Qingge stood at the lintel, leaning against the cold wall, her eyes closed and lips pursed.
This woman was like a dead person, and the dead aura emitted from her body made her heart palpitations.
She suddenly remembered the words of the veil being displaced, and this was a lunatic.
Qingge closed the jade door, sat cross-legged at the corner, and then practiced.
At the foot of Wuyou Mountain, all the spiritual energy in the Golden Toad Cauldron rushed north, quietly rushing into the last jade room, and thousands of pores on the girl's body drilled into it, suspended in the tendons and veins, gathering in two clusters of smelling elixirs. Qingge's eyes were closed. She was now focused on the twenty-fifth tendon veins, but when she pulled the spiritual energy to the mouth of the red tendon veins, the evil energy in the tendon veins was not moving at all, and she could not clear it at all!
While Qingge was concentrating on practicing, the woman on the Linglong Feiyu bed in the west suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Qingge with a stern look. The scars on her face seemed to have cracked the wound again, and bright red and sticky blood flowed down from her cheeks, dripping on the white jade bed.
But when you look closely, the woman's face is still as hideous as before, without breaking, and her eyes are still closed.
At this moment, Qingge opened her eyes and her dark eyebrows slightly frowned.
She understood that with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth she absorbed, she could not clear the twenty-fifth tendons and veins. At least so far, the only one that could clear it is-
Qingge's eyes fell on the Linglong Feiyu bed beneath the madman, and he swallowed.
A row of black lines fell from the girl's forehead, and crows seemed to be passing by on her head...
It was so sunny that she had fallen to the point of drooling at a bed.
Qingge's face was full of cow, patted the gray on his butt and stood up, looking at the only window. Outside the window was filled with mist, and under the fog, the blue sea could be vaguely seen.
The moonlight is clear and the bright white moonlight shines on the deep sea, passing through the clouds and mist, like poetry and picturesque.
"come over."
The woman's hoarse voice suddenly rang in this quiet night, and Qingge turned her head to look at the woman on the bed.
The madman opened his eyes at some point. She patted the empty seat next to the bed and said, "Sleep!"
One word, concise and concise.
Qingge looked at the bed with only a pile of ashes left. She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the west, took off her soft boots, and lay down on the madman's bed.
When Qingge's body was all pressed against the cold bed, the gloomy wind blew past his ears, and the black figure suddenly turned over, like a hungry wolf.
The madman held his hands on both sides of Qingge's face, his face was ferocious and his eyes were horrified. She was close to Qingge, and his warm breath was sprayed on Qingge's face, "Are you... afraid of me?"
It was not until the madman spoke and Qingge saw that she was not hostile that she took back her murderous aura.
"Why are you afraid of you?" the girl asked in confusion as if she was calm.
Hearing this, the madman was stunned, as if his eyes were about to burst, full of shock.
Yes, why are you afraid?
"I'm a lunatic!"
The madman is relentless, like a maggot on his tarsal bone, and he must ask why. (To be continued)