Yao Qing walked out of the sea of fire, his left hand behind him, his right hand spread out, a cluster of flames jumping in his palm, and a scorched earth under his feet. {We don't write novels, we're just web text porters-

The black hair fluttered freely along his broad cyan robe, and on his white jade-like skin, demonic patterns that exuded an incomparably evil aura loomed, but it didn't seem to have any effect on him.

The battlefield is like a theater, but it depends on who plays more realistically, who is tricked, who is calculated, who is led by the nose? Who is the real chess player?

Yao Qing raised his eyes and saw an ancient tomb in front of him.

Walked in.

Without any obstacles, Yao Qing walked through the darkness to the center of the ancient tomb, and it was still dark in front of him. With a wave of his right hand, the green flame automatically split into eight points and flew towards the eight oil lamps in the space, and the green light sources lit up in turn, but they were very gloomy.

"How long will you have to hide and seek?"

As Yao Qing's words fell, a faint golden light slowly lit up in the very center of the space.

"You're coming sooner than expected. The golden figure sat in the center of the space, and the glow emanated from him, suppressed by the green light, appeared very faint.

"Is it a surprise?" said Yao Qing.

The golden figure nodded, "I don't understand, maybe that person won't understand either." ”

"If that person thinks the spell on me is my weakness, I think he must be ...... Blind. Yao Qing deliberately bit a blind word and said with a smile.

Some people thought that Yao Qing's magic pattern would affect his sanity, but the fact was that Yao Qing made those people believe it.

There are only a few people in the world who really understand his weaknesses, but unfortunately, except for the dead one, the others are not human.

The so-called self has never been something that Yaoqing cherishes. On the contrary, Yao Qing was even extremely disgusted with his ego, the dark, dirty, twisted, bloody self, he wanted to throw it away!

The golden figure was stunned for a moment, then sighed and said with a light smile: "That's true." ”

The so-called true is true, one is to sigh that he and that person have underestimated Yao Qing's strength, and the other is to admit a fact very vaguely, that person is indeed a blind man.

"So we don't understand even more, why are you acting in this play?" asked the golden figure, at that moment, he really thought that he would be trapped for a long, long time,

Yao Qing showed an indescribable smile, as if he was mocking something, and it was like he was usually indifferent to watching some people struggle in his trap, with a hint of blood in the evil wanton, which was completely incomprehensible.

"Give yourself a good reason, of course...... Go kill someone. ”

Kill whom?

I think it should be the "man" in the mouth of the golden figure, the blind man who thinks he is!

It's easy to kill, but it's not easy to kill a blind man, because there's a little girl who doesn't want him to die. Therefore, Yao Qing needs a suitable and sufficient reason to kill him.

Then Yao Qing began to let himself fall into passivity, constantly being calculated, falling into a trap several times, and even escaping from death, as if he had become a victim...... Victims have reason to hold grudges.

When hatred accumulates to a certain point, it becomes a matter of course to kill that person.

It's a pity that the hatred at the moment is still not enough, and the other party's behavior still hasn't touched his bottom line......

What is the bottom line? Probably his little girl...... I hope that person dies too!

Hehe, what a wonderful thing that is.