"Uncle......" Qingying was also a little infected, a little unbearable, and gently, like his uncle, patted him on the shoulder.

This time, the positions of the two were reversed.

"I don't know anything...... I thought he gave up, he really gave up......"

The man couldn't stop crying, "He told the others that the spirit grass was in his hands, that he killed all of us, and that he was the culprit...... He took it on his own......"

Qingying doesn't really understand the feelings involved, but she can feel the sadness from Uncle He's emotional process.

"Xiaoying, you have to remember that some people can't just look at the surface, you have to be serious, and then seriously contact, many times, time can wash everything. ”

......

The light and shadow coincide, the green shadow is woody, and the wooden block in front of it is the most established in Yeyun Town, right?

Everybody fell here, he's not from Yeyun Town, he's a part of Yeyun Town.

After a year of wind and rain, most of the wooden blocks are scattered.

He couldn't forget that when he left Yeyun Town, his hands were stained with blood, like a demon.

Now, it's time to put it down.

Qingying walked straight in.

Because the fire was not extinguished, the wooden fence was burned down.

Picking up the wooden blocks, Qingying followed the memory and carefully inserted them into the mounds one by one.

"I avenged your revenge, thank you for taking care of you, Shadow...... Grown up......"

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The rain became more and more violent, but the wooden blocks did not move, as if they were holding on to something.

Walking to the last mound, Qingying knelt in the muddy water, gently straightening the crooked weed-covered wooden block.

"Jiao Lao ......"

Bang!

A bright light streaked across the sky in the distance, and a moment later, a rumbling thunder came, and the heavy rain reached its peak in an instant.

Rushing!

Qingying was soaking wet, looking at the wooden block in amazement, and the corners of her eyes didn't know if it was rain or tears.

He just kept his position, motionless.

Empty!

As night fell, it seemed to be a heavy rain of the day, draining the sky with the last shred of energy.

The clouds hid high in the sky, and Mingyue struggled to break free from the clouds, sprinkling silver light.

Qingying lay in the soft mud and fell asleep.

It was the most comfortable night he had slept in since he immediately became Yeyun Town.

In the dream, he saw Jiao Lao, Uncle He, the beautiful Aunt He, those playmates who pestered him when he was a child......

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and reality, and he clearly knew that it was all false, but he didn't want to wake up, hoping to be able to follow this dream and fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, wisps of light rose in the tomb, and they were intertwined and turned into human figures.

Jiao Lao's phantom looked at the sleeping Qingying, his tall body slowly bent over, looking at Qingying's greatly changed face, looking distressed.

One by one, the townsfolk stepped forward, touched the forehead of the green shadow with their foreheads, and then smiled and turned into points of light and dissipated.

Uncle He looked resolute and wanted to touch Qingying's head as usual, but was stunned to find that his palm had passed through.

Shaking his head, his eyes flickered, as if tears were pouring out, and behind him, Aunt Tsuruga grabbed his wrist and bent down to gently kiss Qingying's forehead.

Qingying's body trembled a little, as if she felt something, but she didn't wake up in the end.

Aunt He glanced at Qingying lovingly, and the phantom dissipated and turned into a point of light.

Uncle He touched Qingying's head dotingly, although he couldn't touch it, it seemed to make him feel warm.

Uncle He took a step back, it seemed that because he was an elemental, he held out a little longer than the others.

After scorching and becoming a phantom, the whole person looks much younger, and the vague silhouette can be seen that he was once a handsome young man.

It is the friction of time that smooths out Jiao Lao's sharpness.

Looking at every detail of Qingying's body lovingly, Jiao Lao's eyes were full of heartache.

Jiao Lao also experienced a lot when he was young, and it seems that Qingying seems to be heroic and at his peak.

But the tiredness in the corners of the eyes and the immersion of the face can only be expressed when fatigue reaches a certain level, and these things can't be pretended at all.

How much has this little body experienced recently......

The palm of the hand, which was originally smooth, was also sharpened rough because of the mixing into the barracks and the use of the iron spear for a long time.

Slowly stroking Qingying's face, Jiao Lao's eyes flashed, and when he was halfway through the stroke, his body finally slowly faded away.

Uncle He grabbed Jiao Lao and helped him stand up straight, the eyes of the two contained deep blessings and expectations, and at the moment when the morning light was slightly revealed, the figure faded.

Qingying suddenly turned over and sat in the muddy water, looking at the dazzling sunlight, unable to distinguish between reality and fiction for a while.

"I see you...... Is that true......"

Qingying muttered in a low voice, her eyes wandering.

......

Cough!

Qingying's face changed, and she fell to the ground with a painful expression.

"Damn, it's here again!"

Whoosh!

The wind elemental began to wreak havoc in his body, and the seedlings in the void sea slowly opened up, shedding green light.

In his meridians, countless scales oozed out, cutting through everything.

This time, his consciousness was still lucid, and he saw it.

The hideous scales on the body poked out from every part of the body, tearing the suit in the blink of an eye, covering the whole body.

At the same time, a wave of tyranny also rose in his heart.

Qingying gritted his teeth, and with a movement of his virtual sense, a lotus platform appeared just enough for him to sit cross-legged.

The jade-like texture has a different kind of coolness.

As if pouring a basin of cold water on his head, Qingying instantly came to his senses, but the heat in his whole body was still rising, so sooner or later he would still lose control.

Qingying got up and stepped out, leaving the tomb, finding a flat bottom, and the Qingfeng Divine Lotus floated around.

Sitting cross-legged on it, Qingying controlled the two major effects of the Qingfeng Divine Lotus.

Calm the heart, wind lotus curtain.

Whew!

A layer of pure wind curtain rises, enveloping the green shadow.

At the same time, a sound like a bell floated into his ears, as if it had magical power, and his irritable heart gradually calmed down.

Qingying closed her eyes and tried her best to adjust the resistance of the Star Soul.

The scales in the body, after being scaled twice, Qingying clearly knew that it could not be suppressed, and it must be obedient.

Maybe the scale can be suppressed, but he is far from enough, hopefully, this time it will be easier.

Swish!

Countless scales rushed towards his left arm, and Qingying was stunned, not knowing what the situation was.

Whew!

Burst!

Qingying spurted out a mouthful of blood, the blood was dark, this was the old wound left by his cultivation, and the scales shook violently all over his body, but instead all these old injuries were scattered, allowing him to recover quickly.

After spitting out two mouthfuls of blood, Qingying felt a lot more relaxed, but the sharp pain in her left arm was getting bigger and bigger.

"Damn. ”。

He was shocked to find that the scales were trying to completely ablate his left arm.

In the shocked gaze of the green shadow, the scales rattled, shattering the bones inside his left arm......