Chapter 39: Under Obscure Memory

The picture is deflected again. It's like a heartbreaking movie.

Negative Qing's daily life is obscure and cruel. Day after day, she got up from the morning and was buried in a closed vat full of five poisons. The skin of the whole body is rotten, and the pain that pierces the heart sweeps through the whole body.

"Do you still want to see the negative king? If you don't last an hour, don't go. ”

The poisonous insects that exuded cold and poisonous roamed beside her, and Ying Qing bit the corner of her mouth and let the sharp fangs and sharp mouth, climb and bite, without saying a word.

"I want to go." The childish voice choked slightly. You're waiting for me. Wait for me, gentleman.

Sitting in the dark vat, she was still with her eyes open, her whole body festering, her mouth pursed and her body was blue.

Day after day. After all, one day, the five poisons couldn't get close to her body. didn't even dare to get closer, Ying Qing only sat for a moment and reached out to touch the poisonous insects that gnawed her every day, crawled out of the tank with a smile, and smiled at the white-clothed priest, "But are you afraid of me?" ”

The priest was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but tremble in the bottom of his heart. The degree of change in this negative Qingqing's body is completely beyond his imagination. Originally, I wanted her to use pure blood to practice anti-poisonous blood, so that Gu magic would not be difficult to implement in the future. But she didn't want to, not only did she resist the poison in just a few months, but she could also dissolve it all. And because she is gradually familiar with her hands, and seems to have recognized the effect of the Lord's Soul Locking Stone, she is becoming more and more powerful, even if she no longer has the blood of the demon.

Negative Qing ignored the sacrifice and trotted all the way to the negative king's room. It's been months, and the negative monarch is still sleeping as when he first came out of the barrel.

Ying Qing looked at her with her head down for a long time, staring at her calves and sitting on the edge of her bed, "Ah Jun, I am no longer bitten by small insects." You see, all my wounds are healing. When will you be able to ignore me? I don't know what the road is for. "My eyes turned red, "I always feel that I only have you, and I can't lose you." ”

"I'll make sure you wake up."

And every day, Negative Qing will come to Negative Jun's bedside to say something, what is in her heart. It seems that in the whole world, only Yinjun is her only audience.

One day three years later. Occasionally, she hears that there is something that can revive Negative Jun. He completely ignores the overall situation, let alone the consequences. In the dead of night, he quietly ran to the negative monarch's room, slit his wrist, and the bright red and clear blood seeped down the corner of the negative monarch's lips.

And that night, the whole palace was in chaos. Negative Jun woke up.

When Negative Jun woke up, he happened to face Negative Qing's shining pupil. She tore open the corners of her mouth that was dripping blood, not at all like a six-year-old girl, her eyes emitted a light red, and she shouted softly, "Aqing." ”

She knew her name. She not only knows her name, but also knows every word she has said to herself in the past three years, no. It should be said that every word that everyone has said in the past six years.

Because. And they were right. She's not human. She could even feel the sweet and delicious blood of Negative Qing. She could also feel her dark bloodiness.

Negative Qing looked at the negative jun in front of her with joy, she looked at her, and they all smiled.

And all the memories came to me in this moment.

The sticky silver memory that was cut off seems to be still struggling in the brain to stir up. Those whose faces are clear are still remaining, but they are extremely unreal, what is real and what is a dream.

I don't know what to do. Which is more cruel, dream or reality.