But living in fear like this, waiting for someone to pinch his neck and kill him without dignity like a chicken or duck? Tu Shihong was not willing to accept it!
Not to mention Tu Shihong, Qing Huan and Qing Jiu were extremely aggrieved and wanted to find an opportunity to get back the hidden loss they had suffered.
However, everyone in the Tufu was fully armed, and after waiting for two days with armored soldiers, the situation was calm and without any waves, as if the previous attack was just a baseless hallucination or a illusory nightmare.
However, when Qingjiu touched the wound that had just formed a thin layer of blood scab but was still healed, the look on his face became more solemn. The more patient this person is, the worse the situation is, because, say,
Maybe the person behind the scenes is planning a one-hit kill trick, or is working on a "trap" that can never be escaped. It's the same field and formation that Mr. Tu mentioned once before.
Thinking like this, Qingjiu tightened the pace of her host.
The location was in Tu Qiansu's bedroom, and the layout was also a formation.
Due to the special circumstances these days, Qingjiu has now slept in the same room as her host, but the sleeping place is just a floor with a mat. However, Qingjiu is already satisfied and is very moved.
This formation appeared in Qingjiu's memory when he received the inheritance for the second time. The name is a bit vague, but it's not important. It's just powerful enough. You can choose the name casually.
However, the full power of the formation was not used, because there were not enough materials, and the spiritual power in Qing Huan's body was not enough. It was impossible to arrange a complete formation. It was just a incomplete product, but it took the efforts of the two bosses.
Especially Qingjiu, who was working as an assistant with the host, felt like she was being squeezed out by this incomplete formation every moment!
The only thing that hasn't changed these days is that she goes to class every day, and Qingjiu goes to the Lin Mansion before noon to see if there is any message from Mr. Cheng. But obviously, Qingjiu ran away in vain, and she still
I run with fear every day.
He just wants to stay in the formation he and his host created for twelve hours a day. It would be best to eat, drink, poop, and sleep inside.
However, how could Qing Huan, who followed Cheng Muyan and Zhu Zhechi, let such a sloppy thing stay in her room?
Unless you are going to bed at night, you are not allowed to enter your room at other times. It was morning exercise early in the morning, Qing Huan kicked him awake, and Qing Jiu was about to go back with her own little pillow and quilt. You said not to go back? I'm afraid.
When Qing Xiaohuan got tired of living, Qing Xiaohuan kicked the person and the quilt together. It was not a gentle and coquettish kick, but a kick with the purpose of kicking the person out of the door.
If you dare not leave, your waist will be kicked in half!
For the sake of her waist, Qingjiu had no choice but to collect the quilt and carry her back to her bed every morning, for fear of being beaten by her host.
That night, not long after Qing Huan fell asleep, Qing Huan felt that the surrounding environment had changed.
Moreover, even though he was covered with a warm bedding, it was as damp and cold as if he were in a cellar deep underground. Tu Qiansu was weak, and Qing Huan soon started to sneeze, but it was as if his body had been immersed in cement and could not move at all.
The surrounding environment is really too cold, dark and quiet. The whole person seems to be in another space, and as if he is buried underground and no one cares about him. Qing Huan's teeth chatter, and sometimes they hit his lips, and there is a sound in his mouth.
It smells like rust and blood.
She didn't know how long had passed, maybe a second, maybe a year. Qing Huan just felt that it had been so long that she began to feel in a trance, and her brain, which had been reciting things in a loop, began to become dull, and her thoughts couldn't help but sink.
, want to fall into the darkness, want to fall into a dream.
If my body could move, I would be trembling all over. This feeling of resisting darkness and stillness is really unbearable.
Qing Huan was also born differently. He had been a slave since he was a child and had lived in the stinky and cold darkness for more than ten years. Everyone among the trembling slaves was as scared as a chicken. No one dared to speak loudly, even if
Some people talk with their mouths close to their ears and listen with their ears close to their mouths. The three or five people around them may be able to hear a faint sound, but those who are only a meter and a half away cannot hear it.
Even though Qing Huan was different from most slaves, he couldn't hear anything for at least half of the year. This was especially true when he was young. It wasn't until he was twelve years old that his treatment was better. Occasionally, sick and injured slaves would talk to him.
outside world.
Qing Huan also didn't expect that a childhood of hardship and low self-esteem would actually give him hope of living.
When a ray of warm golden light shines through, it turns out that Qing Huan has actually been in the darkness for three years, and in the outside world, this is only the time of a cup of tea.
The golden light penetrated from Qing Huan's body, cutting through the darkness like a sharp sword, and the light refracted in from the gaps until it became brighter and brighter.
Qing Huan squinted her eyes and looked at the surrounding atmosphere. The spiritual energy in her body was flowing continuously, and the golden spiritual energy bulging in her Dantian was entangled.
After discovering that there was nothing unusual around her, Qing Huan closed her eyes, but the next moment her vision suddenly opened, and she felt this strange power suddenly spread out. There was a "crash" sound, like a curtain opening, and all the scenery in the butchery was revealed.
All in sight.
Unsatisfied, Qing Huan continued to spread out...
"Well..." A low moan exploded in her ears, and her vision suddenly closed like a flock of sheep returning to the fold. Qing Huan's eyes "swished" open, and the golden light flashed away.
"Ah Huan, how are you? I just felt like I was being pressed down on the bed by a ghost, and I couldn't move." Qingjiu sat up from the bed, holding on to her sore waist, and felt that her head was so heavy that her neck could not support it.
She held her head and rubbed her temples several times, but Qingjiu "hissed" slightly at this movement. She felt as if her whole body was being run over by a wheel. Everywhere was in terrible pain, especially her head, which felt like it was going to explode.
Similar.
Qing Huan guided the golden spiritual power in her body to travel through the meridians, and slowly sat up with the quilt on her back, her eyes filled with indifference and coldness, and she was still a little confused about what night it was. She only felt that the scene in front of her was familiar yet unfamiliar.
, it seems that he has returned to his old place after a few years. This is what Qing Huan sees now.
Because her body was too uncomfortable, Qingjiu didn't notice the strange mood of her host. She just rubbed her forehead and stood up, doing her daily routine of checking things when she woke up.
Qingjiu walked barefoot to a spot and took a look. Her brows immediately furrowed. There was nothing on the ground, only a pile of tiny ashes!
After walking around the edge of the formation, Qingjiu's face turned completely ugly. Thinking about the feeling of being out of breath before, her chest felt tight, and she even felt a little nauseated.