Little by little, the figure of the cliff turned into a teenager, gradually condensing into a graceful figure, starting from the reduction of Yu Qingchen's essence to the end of everything in ashes.

The haze faded, and the boy was stained with bright colors, born with white clothes like clouds and black hair, thin lips and pale color, wide sleeves and silver lines, deep and clear pupils, and long eyebrows and blue temples. The skin is better than the frost jade, the bone pressure is pine and cypress, the long body stands, and the dare to speak is unfazed in the world.

Standing quietly under the tree, holding the small paper crane on his shoulder with one hand, looking at the altar from afar, even if the altar has been shattered with Yu Qingchen's dissolution, and the blood rain has fallen again, but it is delicate and delicate, with some viscosity, and it is as if the world is mourning without words, and there is a deep sense of pain that pervades the world.

I took a drop to my fingertips and used the aura to make it be touched by myself, and the cliff even smelled a faint fishy sweetness and fragrance. It turned out that it really contained some blood, and he withdrew his spiritual power and looked at the blood droplets that seemed to seep into his fingertips a little bit.

If you look at it again, there is no change in the body at all, and the so-called infiltration just disappears when you come into contact with something.

With a low snort, he raised his head and let the blood rain fall, the little paper crane felt that the mist that wrapped him became solid, and he had a premonition, closed his eyes and didn't dare to look, and when the soft clothes and the touch of the slightly cool palm could no longer be concealed, it finally couldn't help it, and rushed out in a daze.

When it saw the rain of blood in the sky, it trembled and almost convulsed, and the veins on its wings were so clumped that it couldn't even fly, and when it was caught by the palm of a hand with a similar body temperature but completely different from that of His Holiness, it cried even more fiercely.

The eyes couldn't be opened at all, and he couldn't control his little paws and flicked them, revealing his belly, and his wings were weirdly paralyzed, and he jumped from time to time at that time, and the whole little paper crane looked like it was about to collapse.

The young man has been very patient to comfort the little paper crane, the light and heavy strokes and presses, it is the melody that the little paper crane has always liked to enjoy, but he is also a little stunned and looked at the direction of the altar, he should be sad now, but he can't shed tears.

His Holiness still has some existence left, and before His Holiness is reincarnated, he probably won't have emotions that are really enough to make him cry.

The little paper crane could control his voice and hissed forcibly in his hoarse voice, intermittently with a little sob, and in a hurry he didn't even use his talent for making people understand words, but the boy should have listened to it without hindrance.

The slightly cool voice has a unique clarity and precipitation, with a little bit of long charm, giving people the illusion of continuity.

"Venerable, how can she be in pain?"

The young man calmly held the small paper crane.

"How capable the Venerable One is, if it were not voluntary, there would have been nothing in the world that could have died, and since she was willing to leave, how could she get to the embarrassing realm you think. ”

Little by little, each feather was straightened, and the palm of the hand was hot with spiritual power to better calm the mood of the little paper crane, and a drop of blood rain was placed in front of the little paper crane.

"His Holiness's blood, how can it ever be fishy sweet, and how can it ever be so fragrant. ”

The state of the little paper crane was slightly better, and he looked sideways to sniff, but he was still at a loss, where had the Venerable been hurt in its eyes, and now that the evidence was in front of it, it couldn't even distinguish one or the other, at least to reassure itself.

It's just that the cliff is half of the Venerable's body, and he said yes, so it should be.

It was a little relieved, but when it saw the blood and rain in the sky, and heard the death knell from the sky at some point, it wanted to plug its ears and close its eyes, not listening, not hearing, not looking.

This can make the solemn and quiet bell in the world, fall into its ears but only feel the irony, staggered up, hatefully flew to the periphery of the altar, and then even the cliff did not even expect to hit it quickly, and the forehead bruised and bloody oozing out.

It's not that I want to commit suicide, and I don't want to vent my grief with pain, the pain of the previous tendons and veins has not been felt by it, and this little bit can be counted as nothing.

It just suddenly hated the altar, and didn't know why it wanted to use this method, and in a daze and annoyance, it also fell on a piece of ground next to it, and was picked up by the boy.

Pursing his lips, he was obviously a little displeased and disapproving, but he didn't say or do anything to the little paper crane, and the spiritual power slowly poured in to heal the wounds, and the action of cleaning and tidying up was still gentle.

It's just that there are already streamers flying over in the distance, and after falling, they are either unbelieving, questioning and sighing, and some are silent, and they are even angry and dissatisfied with this move.

There are also people who are full of relief without saying a word, and some people can feel like they are relieved, and they seem to be a little depressed.

The people who really have the heart to mourn His Holiness haven't reacted at the moment, and now they are either not very respectful or have other plans, of course, there are probably those who have cultivated for many years and have not reacted to the single cell.

Lazily ignoring those people one by one, he was a little displeased with the gaze cliff that looked at those shadows and shadows, and the Venerable had never carefully prescribed his character, and his reaction was also somewhat direct.

Before all the monks who came up could react, they were forced to roll down, and a few streamers in the distance could not fly but fell when they reached three hundred meters.

glanced at those monks coldly, took the little paper crane and flew away in a blink of an eye to the mansion, his patience was almost all in the little paper crane, where did the others have that patience and many scruples.

The scenery of Xiaotian Lake is already outstanding, but at this moment, the natural aura is suppressed under the blood rain, and I want to isolate all these blood rains for a moment, and I feel a deeper sadness.

Therefore, he thought, should these people praise their firm Taoist hearts and can't even have any influence on heaven and earth, or are they so wolf-hearted and dog-lunged that they can even ignore the influence of heaven and earth.