Occasionally passing by a pile of stones, Qing Huan frowned and looked at it. After a pause, a wisp of dragon energy popped up. Sometimes she saw a bird's nest in a tree and asked Qing Jiu to send the bird's nest farther away, and then
A ray of dragon energy condensed at the position of the bird's nest. Qingjiu had spiritual power within her and was naturally squeezed to arrange it together.
Qing Huan is already fed up with this guy, and now she just wants to get rid of him once and for all, and the longer the time goes by, the less Qing Huan hears from Cheng Muyan, and the more restless she becomes, and sometimes she even gets disturbed while sleeping.
I broke out in a cold sweat, but I wiped the sweat from my face and carefully recalled the scene in my dream, but I couldn't recall any of the scenes.
That's why Qing Huan's temperament became even more unpredictable, because he was frightened, uneasy, and eager to return to the little girl, just like a weak little beast under siege eager to return to his nest, because only
There is a safe harbor.
Of course, in Qingjiu's eyes, Qing Huan is not like this at all, but his temper is getting more and more cruel and weird. Sometimes Qingjiu doesn't dare to stay in the same room with his host. He is really afraid that one day his host will not
She would just use a scalpel to dismember him and dissect him. In Qingjiu's eyes, Qing Huan was such an ascetic and perverted person. He was the kind of gentle man who wore gold-rimmed glasses and buttoned his shirt to the top button, but he took it behind his back.
He is no different from a perverted maniac who meticulously kills and dissects corpses with a scalpel.
Harm~
Qingjiu misses the days of being a big boss countless times.
Boss Cheng's abilities are as good as the sky. If Boss Cheng is in front of him, how dare the host show such a true face? Qingjiu feels that no matter how perverted or terrifying his host is, he will not be able to survive a round in the hands of Boss Cheng.
!
Didn’t you see how well-behaved your host was like a little sheep during the countless days following Mr. Cheng? Not to mention killing people, I’m afraid he wouldn’t even dare to kill a chicken in front of Mr. Cheng, even an ant would be killed.
If you touch your feet, you have to carefully pick them off the soles and put them back into the ant nest.
Qingjiu sincerely misses Mr. Cheng, and she also misses the host who followed Mr. Cheng with a low eyebrow and didn't dare to let go of a fart. What a good wife character she is, why should she become like this?
What about morbidity?
Looking at the host in front of her who was starting to become abnormal again, Qingjiu trembled and stayed in place, not daring to move.
Qing Huan narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the big stone in front of her that was as tall as a human body. She tapped her slender white fingers lightly, then "brushed" against the stone, and bright red blood came out gently from her fingertips.
, can’t wait to flow down.
Qing Huan only paused, then clicked on the stone and drew a few strokes, one stroke to the end. It should be Tao Fu Li, but the outline of the characters was relatively large, and a lot of blood was spilled. Qing Huan's feet moved slightly.
After pausing for a while, his eyes moved to another place. He lowered his eyelashes and looked down, then started to draw blood on the talisman again, and he stopped after drawing seven or eight strokes.
Qingjiu huddled aside and watched as quietly as a chicken. The host's hands were covered in blood, and there was a lot of blood on the sleeves and hem of the clothes, as well as on the ground. This scene was like killing a chicken head and spewing blood like crazy. The host
His face was very indifferent, as if this was not his own blood at all, and he was not hurting himself at all, but Qingjiu felt that the host was feeling uncomfortable again, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in shadow.
Qingjiu felt worried and scared when he saw it, and why did he feel that the host seemed to be suffering from depression? Or was it mania? Or was he paranoid and stubborn?
…
Frowning at the blood on her hands, she seemed to have just come back to her senses. Feeling the heat and sharp pain caused by the friction of her fingertips, Qing Huan was silent and took out a clean handkerchief from her arms, secretly thinking
He sighed, carefully wiped the blood on his hands, and directly rubbed the wound with dragon energy.
Of course the wound on the finger is not healed, it just stopped the bleeding.
Qing Huan feels like she is getting more and more out of control recently. Sometimes she has an inexplicable desire to destroy. She wants to crush everything visible in her sight into powder. She even wants to tear the world apart, and then crush them piece by piece in the palm of her hand.
broken.
Occasionally, it feels like another non-existent person has awakened. I want to cut my flesh with anything and watch the scarlet blood flow out. Sometimes I feel as if my heart is being squeezed tightly in the palm of my hand, and it feels stuffy.
And I wish I could insert a knife into my chest and stir it up.
Qing Huan couldn't explain why, but at this moment she was extremely awake, thinking calmly and clearly, and even felt that those feelings were just her own illusions, or that she just had a bad nightmare.
However, looking at the rusty blood on the back of his hand that could not be wiped clean and that had dried up, Qing Huan felt confused again. Under extreme sobriety, he always felt that something was wrong, and he vaguely felt that he was the real self now, and at other times...
It's as if another person is in control of your body!
This guess frightened Qing Huan so much that she woke up completely. At that moment, she realized something like an out-of-body experience, and she even broke out in a cold sweat all over her body, especially her forehead and face, which were even more exaggerated. Her hair was wet and sticky on her face.
As if he had been beaten by a storm, his whole body exuded a somewhat pitiful and helpless aura.
"Ah Huan...?" Qingjiu looked at the host who looked like something was wrong, and hesitantly called out tentatively.
"Ah Huan, are you okay?" Seeing that there was no response, Qingjiu quickly stepped forward and took the host's shoulder. Seeing the host sweating profusely and looking pale, Qingjiu sighed.
He hugged the host on his back and ran toward the house. He kept saying that Qing Huan didn't cherish his body, and then said, "After so much blood, people are not made of iron."
, it’s strange that I can feel better.”
Then he complained that he had not thought carefully before and should have brought two pharmacists with him when he came. This emergency situation could not be dealt with... blah blah blah.
It's just that Qingjiu didn't see that the face of the host she was carrying on her back was pale and weak, but there was a bright smile on her face, like a ray of sunshine unexpectedly shining through the dark sky under dense clouds. It was gentle and not dazzling, but pure and translucent.
, Run jade brilliance.
Qingjiu also seemed to be aware of it. She only felt that the host was extremely peaceful at this moment, just like the tea with a little white mist rising up from the Tingting, or like the breeze caressing the branches in the mountains. The atmosphere at this moment was unparalleled, harmonious and quiet.
, Qingjiu squinted her eyes slightly, actually enjoying the peaceful atmosphere at this moment.
Mainly due to the constant pressure and the host's extremely pathological personality, his nerves had been tense before and he had not relaxed at all. This sudden atmosphere was so relaxing that Qingjiu sighed in her heart.