There was darkness in front of me.

No......

Wrong.

To be more precise, Qiao Jin felt that she didn't have a human body anymore.

She was like duckweed, or something else, and the whole person seemed to be in a state of dissipation, floating in this deep, endless space.

Dark, oppressive, cold.

It's the shade here.

This is different from what Qiao Jin imagined.

She crossed the entrance to the space, and nothing painful happened.

The Rakshasa world is also very different from what she imagined.

Here, there are no demons that cover the sky and the sun as she imagined, and it is quiet here.

There was no color around, only a pure black, as if hidden in a thick fog, with only occasional different shadows.

Qiao Jin didn't feel like a human being at the moment, she could see everything around her, but she found that she didn't seem to see herself.

She didn't know what she was in now.

She felt that as she entered the Rakshasa realm, there would always be some broken fragments in her mind when she stayed here.

Fragmentary memories seem to be slowly patching together.

She didn't know how long she had been floating in this silent and dark world, if it was someone else, she would feel suppressed suffocation or even panic in about a few minutes, she just felt a little confused.

There was no breath left on his body, and even devouring was gone.

She didn't know where she was going, and although the scenery around her was constant, she felt like she was moving.

She kept moving forward.

It didn't take long for her to feel a low roar around her, which seemed to be the hideous roar of a demon, and she seemed to tilt her head, and a huge demon body slid over her, and she didn't see her, and went straight over.

If it weren't for this demon, she wouldn't even feel any breath or color in this world.

And the demons don't seem to be able to see her.

There is an even worse situation, that is, Qiao Jin does not have a body, she is just a consciousness.

Her consciousness came to the Rakshasa realm.

"You ......"

A faint sigh came from afar, bringing emptiness.

Quiet, cold and silent, like hoarse after 10,000 years.

As soon as Qiao Jin's heart moved, he felt that his vision suddenly widened, and a person suddenly appeared in front of him.

To be exact, it was really a human figure, and the figure stretched out her hand towards herself, and she felt that she had a body, and she subconsciously reached out and really saw her hand.

In the dark environment, she seemed to be gathered by starlight, exuding a moving brilliance all over her body, and appeared little by little.

In such a dark world, her appearance was abrupt and unusual.

The bright color almost destroys the darkness around it.

In the rolling fog, a hand stretched out, that hand seemed to be only a pile of white bones, a little terrifying and scary, but at the moment of contact with Qiao Jin, it gradually regained its former color, the fingers were slender, white as jade, and the bones were distinct.

It was Song Yanqing's hand.

He emerged from the thick fog, and his original appearance was not real, but when he came into contact with Qiao Jin, he returned to his former appearance.

He looked at her as if he had been in love for 10,000 years, and his eyes were only on her.

He sighed slightly, and there was a hoarse longing: "You're still here." ”

I don't know how long it was, so long that his concept of time was blurred, she still appeared.

(End of chapter)