At the beginning, Qingjing always thought that there was a mysterious person hidden in this black bamboo forest, and it was this mysterious person who took action to solve the black velvet on his body. But now that the matter has finally come to light, I didn't expect that it was such an indescribable thing that saved me.

After all, it was the first time I had seen this kind of strange thing, although I didn't care much on the surface, but I was still a little stunned in my heart, especially when I knew that this guy had been calling his body before, and I also felt uncomfortable.

Especially now that it is late at night, the black bamboo spirit in front of me has merged with the surrounding night. This poor candlelight alone not only does not illuminate its whole picture, but it seems that this guy is tall and mighty, and it adds a bit of eerie horror.

Pure has been taught to be pure and void, so he is naturally not a coarse person. But now I can't think of half an adjective in my head, so I can't put it together a bit, and I barely squeeze out the word "really black".

After that, the black bamboo spirit and Qingjing stared at each other for a long time and did not speak, the atmosphere was also very embarrassing, Qingjing was stared at very uncomfortable, and he didn't dare to fall asleep again, so he could only get up and wash his face, and asked worriedly what this black bamboo poison floc was, but what impact did it have on himself?

The black bamboo spirit was silent for a moment when he heard this, and only said that this black bamboo poison was just a kind of bamboo fungus, which would only make people itch, so he didn't say more, and Qingjing saw that he couldn't get any information when he asked again, so he changed the topic and asked why this black bamboo spirit wanted to control himself at night?

Qingjing saw that this black bamboo spirit was completely black, and naturally he couldn't see how his complexion was, but from its long sigh, he could hear its extreme frustration and unwillingness.

It turns out that although this black bamboo spirit has spiritual sense, it has no body, so it can be said that it is the origin of this black bamboo forest, and it is two different things from the black bamboo forest. Later, it wasn't until he came here and built a bamboo house for the black bamboo spirit that the latter reluctantly became an independent individual by gathering black bamboo poison flocculents.

The black bamboo spirit finally has its own body, and it is naturally ecstatic, but it finds that it condenses when it encounters water, and disperses when it encounters wind.

Hearing this, Qingjing, who was yawning with his cheeks, suddenly perked up, and before the black bamboo spirit could react, he picked up the quilt and ran towards the stream!

Since hearing that this black bamboo spirit could not leave the bamboo house, Qingjing simply set up a shed in the distance and lived, no longer having to worry about being controlled by it at night, no matter how the black bamboo spirit shouted, it was the right to turn a deaf ear.

Qingjing saw that although this black bamboo spirit was quite old, his thoughts were extremely simple, and he wanted to force him to ask about "him" in a hurry, but this black bamboo spirit became dumb as soon as he talked about it, even if Qingjing pretended to lend his body to the black bamboo spirit, he couldn't make the latter shake half a point.

Since Qingjing found a way to get rid of the control of the black bamboo spirit, he has regained his former vitality again, and in the past year or so, he has brewed a jar of good wine, and he is also very proud, but at this moment, something unexpected still happened...

On this day, Qingjing returned from studying ink as usual, perhaps because of the large temperature difference in the weather recently, and his body was actually chilled. But he didn't think much about it, and lay down on the bed built by Heizhu early.

As I said before, this pure fear is controlled, and has been living far away. However, it was too dark and damp over there, so he finally moved back to the bamboo house and rebuilt a new residence, so he simply became a "neighbor" with the black bamboo spirit.

Although the black bamboo spirit was unwilling in his heart, he could only reluctantly accept it, after all, it is better to communicate with someone than to be alone. When it has nothing to do, it will occasionally correct the problem of pure exercises in this kind of space, but it can be regarded as finding something to do for itself.

But this day, since Qingjing came back and went to bed early, until now the sun is hanging high in the sky, no matter how the black bamboo spirit calls the room, there is no response, and his heart is naturally extremely anxious.

In the end, it finally couldn't hold it back, and after condensing all the black bamboo poison in the bamboo house, it turned into a black shadow and rushed directly to the opposite house!

Although it was only a short distance, this black shadow was dissipating at a visible speed, but fortunately, the clean door was not locked, so that the black bamboo spirit easily crashed into it! Even so, the huge body of the black bamboo spirit had already been consumed by most of it.

Although this black bamboo spirit was consumed a lot, it didn't have time to look at itself, and hurriedly looked into the room, but where was there a half figure in front of him? But there was one thing that made him feel strange, that is, a cloud of black bamboo poison that appeared on the bed for no reason!

The degree of cleanliness of pure love is seen in one's own eyes, so it is naturally impossible to accumulate such a degree of neglect. The black bamboo spirit suddenly felt that it was not good, and it hurriedly came to the bed, it looked at it carefully, and it was as good as it imagined, who else could it be?

The black bamboo spirit felt it carefully for a while, and found that it was a little relieved to find that it was pure and had a weak breath, and it didn't say a word and directly absorbed the black bamboo poison according to the previous method!

But the moment it came into contact with the black bamboo poison, it saw that the pure body trembled violently, and there were bursts of painful moans in its throat, which made it retreat in shock, and hit the table behind it directly, and then listened to the wine jar on the table shake, and the bones fell on the table, spilling a lot of liquid.

The moment the wine dropped to the ground, the black bamboo spirit only felt a few drops of burning pain coming from behind it, but the condition of the pure in front of it was critical, and it had no time to take care of itself, seeing that the struggle of the pure was getting more and more intense, it was obviously corroded by the black bamboo poison in the body!

At the beginning, when dealing with the black bamboo poison floc, the black bamboo spirit was still worried that it would not be able to survive the purity. But he didn't expect that because of Qingjing's cultivation of the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique, these black bamboo poison flakes integrated into his body not only did not hurt him at all, but instead fused together in a strange way! This also made the black bamboo spirit feel a subtle connection, and through this connection, he controlled the pure body.

What it didn't expect was that after the fusion of this black bamboo poison floc and the Blood Ink Forbidden Technique, it had been lurking in the pure bloodline, and slowly mutated under the calm appearance, and this mutation suddenly awakened, making it not know how to make a move!

The black bamboo spirit is born of the essence of heaven and earth, so no matter how the black bamboo poison floc mutates, it can easily eradicate it!

Just when it was anxious, the burning sensation just now suddenly became obvious again. When it looked down, it saw that the liquor in the jar was slowly falling down the table, and many particles were splashing on itself, giving rise to black smoke.

It felt the situation behind it, and found that its black bamboo poison could no longer condense in a short period of time when it was contaminated with this wine, and it couldn't help but ponder.

As the saying goes: the bell must be tied to the bell, and the heart disease must be a heart doctor. Although purifying this condition is not a heart disease, the truth in it is completely consistent! Perhaps the thing that can solve the black bamboo poison floc is most likely the black bamboo itself. In other words, the wine brewed by pure and crooked beating may become a life-saving fairy pulp!

Although it didn't dare to eradicate the black bamboo poison floc easily, it could control the pure body! Thinking of this, the figure of the black bamboo spirit suddenly became restless, and then finally wrapped around the pure body, only to see the "clean" body on the bed light, then turned over and got out of bed, and came to the table.

The black bamboo spirit controlled the pure body, and naturally it was also touch-like, only to see him hesitate for a moment, and his trembling fingers finally touched the wine on the table!

After a pain that made it almost faint, a miracle happened...

The black velvet that grows in the pure body is removed by the wine, and finally shows its original appearance. But along with it, there is also the black velvet of the black bamboo spirit, which can be said to be a loss! And the black bamboo spirit naturally lost control of this finger.

At the moment, there was no time to delay, Heizhu stared at the wine jar in front of him ruthlessly, and finally held it in his hand, raised it above his head, and then poured it down directly!

After a terrible roar, the black bamboo poison floc on his body was finally cleared, and he fell to the ground wet, and his pale face gradually became ruddy...

Qingjing walked in the black bamboo forest, looked up and suddenly saw a familiar figure, this person was dressed and gestured in line with Qingxu, he was puzzled, and was about to open his mouth to ask why the eldest brother came here, but saw that this person suddenly gave birth to black velvet, turned around and pounced towards him! He was quickly frightened and dodged, but only heard a muffled sound, and his forehead was also faintly painful.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself holding the wine jar, lying under the table full of alcohol. Just as he was thinking about sitting up, he felt a starry in his eyes again, and then he realized that he should have just gotten up in a hurry and slammed into the table.

He stood up with one hand on the table, and then placed the jar of wine on the table.

Smelling the wine on his body, and then looking at the wine jar on the table, Qingjing couldn't help but be confused for a while, he clearly remembered that he went to bed early last night, could it be that he was used to being manipulated by the black bamboo spirit and left sequelae, and sleepwalked in the middle of the night and poured himself a night?

Qingjing looked at the sky, the time had already passed noon, and he secretly muttered a few words about drinking and mishapting, and hurriedly picked up some preparations and set off to study ink.

But when he walked out of the house, he felt something strange.

Because recently, this black bamboo spirit's mind about the control of the pure night has begun to move again, and the thief's heart is not dead, and he has to use the excuse of greeting him every day to open up the conversation. But after tossing for so long today, I didn't hear any movement on the side of the black bamboo spirit, and I was a little unaccustomed to it for a while.

But if you are not used to it, you are not used to it, since no one disturbs him, he is also happy and leisurely. Because of the urgency of time, he didn't think much about it, and left in a hurry to study ink...