readx;??? Han Yiming said: "I also think he is asleep, it would be good to wake up earlier." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The two of them sat on the side and stared at the stone statue carefully, and sat down straight down with the golden wuxi pendant, and their eyelids were sour, but they didn't see the stone statue's eyes move. Han Yiming saw that the sky was dark, stood up and said to Qingshi: "Aren't you going back to rest?" Qingshi said: "I don't, I want to watch him here." I think he'll wake up at night. Han Yiming said: "Are you hungry?" Qingshi shook his head, and Han Yiming said: "Then I'll go back first, if he wakes up, you can call me." Qingshi didn't reply: "Okay." ”

Although he didn't wake up until the end of the day, Han Yiming felt tired for a moment that night, and fell asleep soon after returning to the house. But in the middle of the moon, he woke up, sat up from his bed, and went out of the house with a flutter, and went to the place where the stone statue was. Han Yiming felt strange that although he was awake, he felt as if he was in a dream. But in dreams, it is extremely lucid. I felt the coolness of the dew on the long grass clearly.

The moonlight is like water, and the earth spirits in the flower fields under the moonlight are like mist, but there is a bright light in the mist. Han Yiming involuntarily walked towards the bright light, and when he got closer, he saw that the bluestone was asleep before the bright light. Bluestone slept soundly, snoring slightly, and the bright light was emitted by the stone statue of the star. The stone statue is no longer a stone statue, but crystal clear, like when the stars swallow the earth spirit. Han Yiming stepped forward, the light of the stone statue flickered, Han Yiming heard his voice as low as sinking under the water, and said to the stone statue, "Aren't you awake yet?"

The luster of the stone statue flowed, and Han Yiming listened to his voice again: "How can you wake up?" Suddenly the voice of the stars in his heart said: "Touch my right hand." Han Yiming stretched out his hand and gently stroked the stone statue's head for a moment. In fact, the stone statue had lost its stone appearance at this time, but Han Yiming's hand went down and had touched the right hand of the stone statue. It was Xingchen's small palm, and when Han Yiming's hand touched it, the stone statue's palm was down, and the back of his hand was up. Han Yiming touched the small palm of the stone statue, first touched the back of his hand, and then turned to touch the palm of his hand. Suddenly, a hot current gushed out from the bottom of his heart and went straight to Han Yiming's palm touching the stone statue, Han Yiming was surprised and wanted to retract his hand, but he couldn't retract it, and his palm was absorbed and couldn't move.

Han Yiming was taken aback, he wanted to make a sound but couldn't make a sound, the small palm of the stone statue seemed to have endless suction, and the heat in Han Yiming's heart kept surging towards the stone statue, and the stone statue emitted a bright light, dazzling. Han Yiming couldn't pull his hand back, he couldn't even move, and he was in a hurry, when the footsteps behind him sounded, and he came straight away. Han Yiming turned his head and saw a person with long hair fluttering and his clothes scattered, who was nameless. Nameless's eyes glowed with blue light, holding the Treasure Knife of the Treasure, he ran straight over, raised the Knife with both hands, and slashed at himself!

Han Yiming was taken aback, and before he had time to dodge, the treasure knife had already swept past him and slashed at the stone statue. Han Yiming was dumbfounded, the knife grazed the palm of his hand and slashed down, sparks flew everywhere, and the stone statue was cut out of a deep mark. Han Yiming wanted to stretch out his other hand to stop Nameless, but he couldn't raise his hand. Nameless smirked at the stone statue, laughed a few times, and turned around with the sword in tow. Han Yiming's palm was attached to the stone statue, and he could only watch him go farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

Although the stone statue was slashed by the treasure knife, it still absorbed the power that Han Yiming poured out from the bottom of his heart, and after a while, Han Yiming gradually felt weak and sat down beside the stone statue. And Qingshi was still lying on the side of the stone statue and sleeping very sweetly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. After sitting for an unknown amount of time, a voice counted in Han Yiming's heart: one, two, three.

Han Yiming suddenly became sleepy when he heard "Three", and he desperately wanted to wake up, but he couldn't. I know that there is a difference, but I can't be autonomous. And, with sour eyelids, he fell asleep after a while. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was the thatched roof above, and he was still sleeping in the thatched hut. As soon as Han Yiming turned over and sat up, he didn't feel sour and soft, and immediately went out to look, and saw that there was dawn in the sky, and the light was cold and thick with fog. The huts at the same gate of Lingshan are still covered with doors, and they haven't gotten up yet. He walked towards the stone statue, and where he reached his feet, the fog lifted, and as he passed, the fog filled again.

Qingshi fell asleep in front of the stone statue, Han Yiming walked to him and squatted down, stretched out his hand and pushed him, and Qingshi opened his eyes. Han Yiming said: "It's cold and cold outside, you sleep here and be careful of getting sick." Qingshi shook his head and said, "I'm not cold." He looked at the stone statue and said, "Master, I dreamed that he was telling me that he was going to wake up." Han Yiming said: "Yes, what else are you dreaming about?" Qingshi said: "No." All he said was that, and you're coming to wake me up. Han Yiming glanced at the stone statue, and suddenly saw a deep mark on the stone statue, exactly the same as the nameless cut in the dream. And the few bloody fingerprints seen on the stone statue before are still as new. Han Yiming said: "Is this your fingerprint?" Qingshi said: "No, master." Hey, here's your fingerprint. ”

Han Yiming was stunned for a moment, and Qingshi said: "Master, you see that this fingerprint is longer than mine, you see." He stretched out his hand and compared it to his fingerprints. Although Qingshi is already a young man, with rough hands and feet, his fingers still do not have this slender fingerprint. Han Yiming walked forward slowly, stretched out his palm and compared it to the fingerprints. Qingshi said: "Look, I'll just say it's the fingerprint of the master." Han Yiming looked at the fingerprints carefully, he really didn't know when he came to print these bloody fingerprints.

Qingshi said: "Master, is this also what you cut?" He pointed to the deep mark, and Han Yiming said, "It's not me." I'm not going to cut it. Han Yiming looked at his fingers, still confused by the few bloody fingerprints, and suddenly Qingshi said: "Ah, here it is, here it is again!" His voice trembled slightly, unspeakable fear, Han Yiming turned his head to look at him, and looked at his eyes, the spirit bones penetrated the fog and were slowly coming.

Qingshi trembled with fear, and his body shrank back. Han Yiming said: "Qingshi, this is my master of Lingshan, your ancestor. Qingshi boldly glanced at the spirit bone, saw that Han Yiming was not afraid, and his courage was a little stronger, and said: "Master, how can the ancestor be a skeleton." Han Yiming said: "My master became like this for the sake of Lingshan. He won't hurt you. "When the spirit bone approached, the spirit bone had green moss on its body, and the leg bone was pasted with the spirit rune given by Du Chao back then. It's just that the characters of the spirit rune have become blurred, and his spell has failed after Du Chao's silence, so Han Yiming saw that his master's foot bone was missing. However, the blue water sword held by the spirit bone was still cold and shining.

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