Qingge sat cross-legged, staring at the eight wilderness runes floating in the sky, especially the blank part in the middle, which made her puzzled.
What kind of secrets are hidden in the blank space of runes?
What kind of thrilling story happened 30,000 years ago in the history books?
Qingge thought hard and couldn't help but get out of mind, so he didn't find Nu Qi staying next to him for a long time.
It was not until Nu Qi took two or three steps in the direction of the Eight Desolate Runes that Qingge's eyes flashed slightly, and then he looked at Nu Qi, and saw Nu Qi staring at the Eight Desolate Runes with his eyes.
Qingge pondered for a moment and asked, "Senior Brother Aqi?"
Nu Qi raised his hand and pointed at the Bahuang Rune: "Can I... eat it?"
Qingge smiled helplessly, looking at Nu Qi's eyes full of doting.
This senior brother really loves to eat.
"This is very important. You can't eat it for the time being. What do you like to eat? Please tell the cook to make it, okay?" Qingge was extremely patient.
"oh."
Nu Qi responded softly and walked out in disappointment.
Passing by the table, he sniffed and lifted the wine pot next to the medicinal herbs: "Can I drink it?"
Qingge narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yes."
After finishing his words, Qingge was stunned. When he remembered Nu Qi's last time drinking, he suddenly felt bad.
"Senior brother, that's not possible..." But before Qingge could stop him in time, Nu Qi raised his head and drank a pot of beauty drunk. He even smashed his mouth twice, drinking with relish.
Bang!
Nu Qi's eyes turned black and he suddenly fell to the ground.
Qingge held his forehead and twitched his lips twice.
She knew this would be the case.
"Senior Brother Aqi?" Qingge looked over and asked in an attempt.
Nu Qi supported the ground with his hands, lowered his head, a little decadent, lazily supported him, raised his pure black eyes, and looked at Qingge with a smile, "Little Junior Sister, I haven't seen you for a long time, you are still so beautiful that I am moved."
Qingge: "..."
Qingge doesn't know how to explain such a Nu Qi.
She also didn't know what happened after Nu Qi left the Medicine Sect, which turned out like this.
Maybe he is the real one after drinking.
Nu Qi took a step to Qingge and sat down, maintaining the same posture as Qingge, looking directly at the runes of the Eight Desolates, and his eyes fell on the blank place.
"Want to know what's there?" Nu Qi asked.
Qingge frowned: "Can you find it?"
"Of course, this rune was forged by the peerless poison doctor in the Eight Deserts." Nu Qi said: "Don't forget, your senior brother, I am a master of poison."
"That blank is not lost after birth, but the poisonous medicine uses rare poison pills to supplement ancient forbidden techniques to cover it up."
"How can I get back to the same?"
“It’s very simple.”
Nu Qichao Qingge stretched out his hand: "Give your senior brother a red dragon fruit."
Red Dragon Fruit...
Qingge was surprised.
Nu Qi could actually smell the smell of red dragon fruit in the divine wood space, and there were really two brushes.
Qingge's mind moved slightly, and the red dragon fruit growing on the Dragon and Phoenix Divine Tree immediately appeared in Qingge's palm, and Qingge handed the red dragon fruit to Nu Qi.
Nu Qi crushed the red dragon fruit with his left hand, turned into a faint smoke and sank into the runes of the Eight Desolations.
Qingge's eyes suddenly shrank, but he saw a blurry outline faintly appearing in the blank part of the Eight Desolate Runes, but there was still a rich fog, covering the original picture.
Do you still need red dragon fruit?
Qingge looked at Nu Qi.
Nu Qi's black eyes were like ink, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his lips. Facing the eight wilderness runes, he felt a sense of satisfaction and confidence.
His body exudes the temperament of Songxue in the mid-dong, and there is also a kind of weird and extremely yin beauty, especially those pure black eyes. Those who are not good at thinking may even dare to look at them, for fear that the other party's eyes will be swallowed.
One's own mind and soul.
Nu Qi had no intention of asking for the red dragon fruit again. Obviously, the red dragon fruit can only play a part of the role. In order to completely see the blank original painting, other methods are needed.
Qingge relaxed his heart and waited quietly. He trusted this senior brother who was full of mystery in his origin.
Nu Qi stared at the eight wilderness runes intently. There was a faint smoke in the place where the outline appeared, flowing like clear water.
Suddenly, when the smoke flowed to a certain point, Nu Qi immediately bit the belly of the middle finger of his right hand, squeezed out seven drops of blood, and began to drip along the smoke.
The blood bead fell into the rune and did not smudge it, but instead burst out with a strange light, which was a bit dazzling, so that Qingge half-closed his eyes.
Qingge was injured in the Chuanyuan Conference and Hefeng Island, his eyes were damaged, leaving behind considerable sequelae.
When the light dissipated, Qingge looked at it again and saw that the eight wilderness runes were covered with red liquid, flowing everywhere, gathering in the original blank place.
Red liquid is like the source of life, like the beauty of the painter's pen. A painting is appearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the center of the painting, the blood lotus slowly blooms.
Qingge smiled with his eyebrows and eyes, quickly closed his eyes, and then explored his spiritual sense into the painting.
Nu Qi smiled slightly from the side and looked at her gently.
——The senior brother will protect you.
Bang.
Nu Qi fell to the ground and was unconscious.
***
Qingge's spiritual sense penetrated into the eight wilderness runes and directly found the originally blank part.
It turned out that after the Grandmasters' Meeting, the entire Eight Desolation Desolation Nails were looking for people with soul-devouring nails.
Mo Xuan, the mysterious girl of the Eight Desolate Divine Xuan Clan, was just a nineteen-year-old girl at that time.
She had a younger brother, who was an illegitimate son left by her father. Before her father died, she asked her to find her younger brother.
When Mo Xuan was twelve years old, he found the eight-year-old Mo Bingshu.
Mo Bingshu was so thin that he was already covered in skin. He was in that puddle, hating the people around him angrily.
The villagers all said that he was a monster and did not let him get out of the puddle to endanger the world.
And he was already full of disappointment in this world. He was like a wolf about to be crazy, rushing out of the puddle at any time and gnawing on these cold and cruel villagers.
That day, there was a heavy rain, and the dirt and colored water in the puddle had lost its chest cavity.
He felt breathing difficult and let out an angry cry.
But no one cares about his life.
It is said that his mother is a torn shoe, and he is the baby he has no father.
When his mother was still alive, with the power of her grandfather, this group of people only dared to bully him secretly and did not dare to blatantly.
But one year there was a drought, and the passing fortune teller said that if you sacrifice your mother to the sky, you can get heavy rain.
They lit a torch and caught their mother.
The mother did not struggle or hysteria. She just hugged the little him, closed her eyes and shed tears, and kissed the boy's forehead: "Bingshu, you are covered with the most noble blood in the eight wildernesses, your father will come
If you pick you up, you have to wait for him to pick you up and don’t go anywhere. In the future, your mother will watch you in the sky and bless you.”
She volunteered to walk up to the platform built by firewood, and the wood was piled everywhere. The village chief ruthlessly ordered that the fire burned her body.
She laughed in the fire.
She said: I hope that all the brothers in the village will treat me like my own children. When his father comes back in the future, he will give you blessings.