The dark thorns are rooted in the soil, intertwined, and the thick branches rise from the ground, reaching thousands of feet high, reaching the sky, covering an abyss.
A hundred ghosts walk at night, monsters and monsters, and the gloomy and dead spirit permeates every corner, which is a corner where the sunlight cannot be popular.
The purple and black smoke was filled with a faint fragrance, and the ink branches intertwined into the throne.
The girl lay peacefully on the throne in a gauze dress. The skirt was very long and full of flowers. Her face was covered with a mandala mask. The dense eye wings covered on her eyelids trembled a few times.
She suddenly opened her eyes, which were extremely dark, turning purple, sinister, and dull.
The girl's red lips trembled slightly and her voice was quiet.
Jingjing can protect her sister-
That night, the cool breeze was blowing, and Bi Xishuang stayed alone in the huge room, tossing and turning, and his mind was full of Li Fugui.
She didn't know what she liked, but she was just stubborn and crazy, but now her empty heart is very fulfilling.
turn out to be--
When you meet the right person, the others are farts in bud.
Suddenly, a cool breeze blew up and the spiritual energy fluctuated.
Bi Xishuang frowned and noticed the breath of a person. She put on her robe and walked out, and saw a figure running away in a hurry.
Bi Xishuang took out a long whip from the space bag, and threw it out, and the long whip made a loud noise in the air. The tail of the whip wrapped around the ankles of the person who was fleeing. Bi Xi exerted a little force on both wrists. The man
She dragged it from the ground.
Bixi looked over with cold eyes, it was Lu Yaoyao.
The clothes on Lu Yaoyao's back were worn out on the ground, and blood even spilled out.
Bi Xishuang looked forward and saw the screen of the beauty in the courtyard being destroyed by someone with spiritual energy. The face of the beauty in the screen was even more covered with pig blood, and the side was written with "death" with a wolf's pen.
Character.
The ancient curse, using pig blood and ink pen to paste a person's portrait, can kill this person.
Bixi's eyes shivered, "Why... Isn't even letting go of dead people?"
Can human hearts really be extremely cruel and extreme?
Bi Xishuang clenched the whip tightly, pulled it out, and under Lu Yaoyao's horror gaze, he whipped Lu Yaoyao's body with a fierce whip.
The skin is blooming, the flesh is blooming.
Flesh, fuzzy.
A deep gully appeared on Lu Yaoyao's back, and the gully was covered with blood.
Lu Yaoyao got up, so painful that she couldn't speak.
She crawled out and moved towards the door, but Bi Xishuang clenched her whip like a devil, followed her step by step. Every time she took a step forward, she swung her whip to Lu Yaoyao.
Scars were shocking, and sharp screams broke the tranquility of Jialan.
On the top of the mountains, the ancient castle, and the night pearls shine with white light, illuminating the castle.
The veil flew out of the room, with a snow veil covering her face. She arrived at the place where Shi Zhonghai lived. The veil flew madly. The veil flew open the door and frowned as she looked at the panicked veil furiously.
, "What happened?"
The light gauntlet was gasping for breath, as if she was still in shock. After a while, she screamed loudly, "Elder, Burning Moon Palace... Bi Xishuang wants to kill Lu Yaoyao, go quickly, or Lu Yaoyao will
I'm going to die."
"There is still such a thing?"
Shi Zhonghai waved his sleeves and put his hand behind him, "Let's go to Mingyue Palace and inform Brother Wuyu and Brother An."
In the Burning Moon Hall, Bi Xishuang seemed to be crazy, and whipped whips and whips fiercely on Lu Yaoyao.
It is well known that Ye Qingge's mother Yan Bitong died under a cliff and was crushed to pieces. Lu Yaoyao refused to let go of the dead, and she also wanted to use the most vicious curse.
Lu Yaoyao's mouth was full of blood spurted out. She stared at the outside of the Fenyue Palace with wide eyes. She wanted to speak, but found that she could not say anything.
She held her throat with her hands, widened her eyes, and was frightened.
Blood kept spewing out from the deepest part of her throat, and her hands were covered with sticky blood.
After Bi Xishuang was angry, night pearls lit up, calling her reason back. She looked coldly at Lu Yaoyao who was struggling in a pool of blood and asked, "What do you want to say?"
Just now, she was angry.
When he came to the Burning Moon Palace, Qingge saw the screen with a portrait of Yan Bitong, his eyes were filled with glory.
After living in the Burning Moon Hall, Qingge often looked here. Bi Xishuang couldn't imagine it. If Qingge came back from Qingshi Town this time, she found that her mother's portrait was gone and she had been slapped with the most vicious curse.
What kind of mood would it be?
Lu Yaoyao's eyes were filled with tears, and her hands were still buckled against her throat.
A thunder exploded, and lightning flashed, and a blue stream of light reflected in Bi Xishuang's black eyes.
"You can't speak?"
Bi Xishuang frowned, "Are you hoarse after being poisoned by someone?"
Lu Yaoyao nodded wildly, as if she was grabbing the last life-saving straw on the cliff, pulled her hands out of her bloody throat, clenched Bi Xishuang's sleeves, opened and closed her mouth, looking at the shape of her lips.
Say the word "help".
Bi Xishuang immediately realized that Lu Yaoyao was just a chess piece.
The person behind her asked Lu Yaoyao to destroy Yan Bitong's portrait when Qingge and Li Fugui were both out, which was nothing more than arousing her anger.
This spearhead was aimed at her.
Bang bang—
The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the gate of the Burning Moon Palace was suddenly opened. Bi Xishuang looked up and saw that outside the hall, nearly ten thousand Jialan's children were awake, ready to go, and they were murderous intent.
Wuyu, Shi Zhonghai and An Suyou stood in the first place, their eyes were stern and majestic.
Jun Ruoli and others are all here-
Next to it, the light veiled gauntlet looked at Bixishuang with a vicious look like a snake.
Looking inside the hall from the perspective of someone outside the hall, Bixi held an ink whip in both hands. Lu Yaoyao seemed to have experienced tragic torture and was covered in bruises, with a rich pool of blood under her body.
She seemed to begging for something, holding Bixishuang's sleeves.
The veil was displaced before taking action. When the thunder suddenly appeared, she stepped into the Burning Moon Hall and was furious, "Bixishuang, you are so brave. Do you dare to kill people in Jialan? Do you treat us all as decorations? In your eyes
Are there a few elders, a dean, or a Kalan?!"
The sound was sonorous and powerful, and exploded like thunder on the ground.
Bi Xishuang stood tightly with his limbs. Lu Yaoyao saw the veil flowing, and suddenly realized it and finally understood.
She glared at Qingyao with resentment. It was her who wanted to kill her!
Beside Qingxia was wandering, Ji Qingfeng stood beside Hongyi and He Zhixiong, looking at the indifferent Bi Xishuang and the blood-covered Lu Yaoyao, coldly frowned.
Everything has developed so fast that it seems like a situation that someone deliberately sets up.
This was a thrilling night—
Bi Xishuang's body was cold, and suddenly thought that many years ago, she was also Liuliu, who pointed at her proudly and proudly, saying that she had stole the Lingbao.
Wuyu looked at her disappointedly, her black eyes filled with alienation and ruthlessness. (To be continued)