The weird man shouted and roared for a long time, muttering in a low voice, Qingge couldn't hear what he was saying, but understood the pain in his face.
Good and evil are good, Qingge will no longer hide it.
She walked to the weirdo, squatted down, and faced him. Looking at his appearance, Qingge was not afraid, but frowned. The weirdo and Yan were somewhat similar.
Is the weird guy a nightmare?
No, no.
Nightmare was born three hundred years ago and is not in the same era as the weirdo.
"I am Yan Bitong's daughter." Qingge told the weirdo truthfully about her identity.
She was gambling whether the monsters love the house and the wuwu or hate the house and the wuwuwu.
Undoubtedly, he loved Yan Bitong, but he hated Ye Jingfeng very much.
So, how should he treat Yan Bitong and Ye Jingfeng's combination?
Hearing the sound, the strange man was shocked, his face covered with leech-like scars froze, his split pupils were confused, his eyes were empty, and the two eyes embedded in the twisted face were like two fists and two blood cells.
The weirdo glanced at Qingge blankly, and his mood calmed down. He looked at Qingge's face carefully. It was seventy-sixth-slightly similar to Yan Bitong, but it looked very different.
Qingge's eyes are raised upwards, with a strong and erect look on one side, with the style of a mother in the world, aggressive and charming, Yan Bitong is different, she is a blend of ice and fire, and she can be as gentle as a lady.
, it can also be gentle as water for the bird to rely on others.
"Are you Ye Jingfeng's daughter?" The weird man asked with red eyes and a trembling voice.
After pondering for a moment, Qingge nodded.
The weird guy smiled bitterly and laughed at himself.
"How old are you?" the weirdo calmed down and asked.
"Seventeen, almost eighteen."
"It's seventeen? So big?"
The weirdo couldn't stand, his body shaking and could fall down at any time. He frowned and was very entangled, "Tongtong's daughter is seventeen? Tongtong has locked me up for seventeen years! It's been seventeen years!"
Qingge looked at the weirdo in complexity, while she sighed with the helplessness of the world, while she was alert to the weirdo's emotional collapse and attacked her.
She has her own secret solution.
If the swamp beast outside the secret room was Yan Bitong's monster, it would not be in danger of her life.
Spiritual, monsters will not attack people whose contractors are blood-soluble in water. Of course, there are also accidents, such as monsters, spirit beasts, and the like.
If the swamp beast does not go crazy, the monster cannot escape. There are only two possibilities for the swamp beast to intercept. The monster has no blood relationship with Yan Bitong. This is one of them. The second is that Yan Bitong issued an order to the swamp beast, resolutely
Imprisoning monsters.
"Are you Ye Jingfeng's daughter?" A strong murderous intent burst out from the weird man's eyes.
Qingge's face was expressionless and covered with a thin layer of cold frost.
nod--
The weird guy stretched out his hand, grabbed Qingge's neck, and easily lifted Qingge up. His thick fingers kept closing. Qingge was suffocating and breathless. She held the Mingwang knife with the evil spirit, and her heart was trembling. Finally,
In a moment, she would kill this person, her uncle.
The weird man looked at Qingge's face, wandering and wandering, his eyebrows frowned into the character Sichuan, and he tied a dead knot.
He threw Qingge to the ground hatefully, turned his back and said, "You are Tongtong's daughter. The swamp beast will not hurt you, please go."
Qingge won the bet, and the weird guys were intertwined with love and hatred, so he could not attack Qingge.
"You are strong." Qingge asked tentatively.
She wanted to know why the weirdo became like this.
besides--
Nightmare's bones.
The weirdo was stunned for a moment, sad and desolate, "I wasn't like this before."
"That's it?" Qingge asked.
"Do you have any pen and ink?" The weirdo made a different topic.
Qingge shook her head, and there was no pen and ink on her body and in the space bag.
The weird man picked up a sharp stone on the ground, stood in front of a wall, took a sharp corner of the stone, and started drawing it.
The stone rubs against the wall, making a hissing sound.
Time flows quietly like swamp water.
Qingge saw that the strokes of the strange man were vivid and vivid. A man who looked more beautiful than Xu Gong in the north of Pan'an City appeared. He was in his prime, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, as handsome as this.
After a long time, the strange man threw the stone in his hand. By chance, he smashed it on the bones. The bones that had weathered for three hundred years were broken into a pile of bones by collision.
The weird man's shattered pupils and the lines spread.
He pointed to the man on the wall and said, "Are you very handsome?"
"The man on the street is like a jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world, and he is more than just handsome." Qingge replied.
The weirdo laughed very abnormally and weirdly, "This is me."
Qingge was not very surprised. When the monster started drawing a contour with the stone, she probably guessed that it was a monster.
What did he experience to make him unrecognizable?
The weirdo frowned and asked Qingge, "Is it ugly when I look now?"
"Not ugly." It's not good-looking either.
For Qingge, it is indeed not ugly.
The weird man stroked his face and said quietly: "It turns out that I have been here for seventeen years. The dry food your mother sent was only enough for me to eat in the first three years, and in the next fourteen years, I thought I would starve to death.
, but not, but I feel that my body has changed, it is the kind of subtle change that has accumulated over time. I can't notice it. I don't know why, but I know that I am different from before."
The weirdo asked, "Do you have a mirror?"
Qingge shook her head, she really didn't have this, and even if she had it, she wouldn't give it to the weird guy.
Think about it, the weirdo was a boy with red lips and white teeth 17 years ago. Yushu was in the wind. After suppressing her for seventeen years, she would be crazy when she saw her face unrecognizable.
It's hard to say.
"Do you want to go out?" Qingge asked.
go out--
The weird guy is at a loss.
After staying for seventeen years, he suddenly wanted to leave. The world is so big, where should he go?
His wife was killed by him, his sister was unaware of her life and death, and he himself became a monster.
People and things are gone, no one can blame them.
Neither the weird guy nor the Qingge knew that the white bones at the corners had purple light and fire, which was very light, like an unknown demon.
The weird guy smiled bitterly, "Tongtong is not here, what is the difference between life and death, and what is the difference between walking and not going."
He paused, "You said, Tongtong's life and death are uncertain?"
Qingge seemed to know the weirdo's idea. Before the weirdo's idea was realized, he gave him a despair, "It's possible to survive by 1 in ten thousand."
Everyone in the world said that her mother was dead.
"Even if there is only one in ten thousand chance, before I saw Tongtong's body with my own eyes, I didn't believe she would die. She even said she wanted to let me out." The weirdo smiled sweetly, "I said, my Tongtong
Tong won’t be so cruel. She will be in trouble with her life and death, so she won’t come to me. If I save me, I will go to her.”
Qingge looked at the weird man's face and pursed his lips without saying a word.
What would happen if the weird guy saw his current appearance?
Even if Qingge was willing to hide it from this secret room and swamp, the weirdo could find a way to see his hideous appearance.
This world is not short of bronze mirrors, nor is it short of people's hearts.
No one else is human, no ghost is not ghost. After seventeen years, I am afraid that I will be regarded as a monster. (To be continued)