He didn't wear a mask when he held her, and he said that he liked to face her as she really was, and only he knew that his true body was just a mess of filth, and even this satisfied handsome skin was forcibly usurping others.

She touched his eyebrows, every time she looked at it, she felt strange, even if she was face to face, so close, her mind was a blur, and the man in front of her would never be engraved and remembered by her.

There was an abnormal look in his eyes, especially when she looked at her, she only felt that his eyes could speak, and would release a seductive charm, she knew that he was a demonic thing, but she couldn't resist the evil spirit he exuded all over his body.

"Qi Luo, I really like the way you look now, I really get obsessed with you." Yin Jia Luo reclined on the couch, Qi Luo lay in his arms, her arms around his neck, her lips involuntarily raised, she knew that she didn't like him at all, but she still couldn't control her movements, and hugged him frantically.

Her throat was dry, she swallowed her saliva, her breathing suddenly became short, what was wrong? He obviously exuded a burnt and fishy smell of blood all over his body, why did she feel that this kind of smell had a floral fragrance for a while, faintly wafting between her noses.

She reached out with the tip of her tongue into his mouth, and with some impatience tore at the hem of his clothes, and he remained motionless, allowing the man in his arms to be restless like a small beast. He hooked the corners of his mouth, he was just using a little bewitchment, she couldn't hold it, it seemed that the day when she was completely destroyed was not far away.

Yin Jialuo's fingers teased Qi Luo's earlobes, her cheeks were hot, she leaned back to kiss his Adam's apple, chest, he rubbed her shoulders with a pair of big hands, suddenly, her crazy movements stopped, tears came out of her eyes, what the hell is she, obviously very resistant to this absurdity and ugliness, weishenme will be tactful to this man who is full of demonic spirit.

"Weishenme stop?" He grabbed her neck and wiped away her tears, "Don't you like my face?" With murder in his eyes, he tore open her red robe and undershirt, hugging her naked body, her thin body trembling slightly in his arms.

The window was blown open by the strong wind, her mind was dizzy, she only knew that she was pressed under someone, the intense pain passed from her body into her heart, when she was most sad and depressed, the Ten Thousand Gu Heart Devouring Mantra would magnify the pain infinitely, she smelled the smell of fishy stench mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and suddenly felt that her chest was stuffy like a drum hammer, and a strong feeling of vomiting made her breathe more and more difficult.

As he left, she sat up abruptly, crouched on the edge of the bed and retched, vomiting only a puddle of clear water. The moonlight was reflected in front of the window, she got up and sat in front of the mirror, the ghostly white face in the mirror, was it her? She looked at it again with suspicion, Weishenme would become like this? She held her long hair, and suddenly found that the originally bright and black green silk seemed to have lost its former brilliance, dry, and very light hair color, she thought, probably at night, the reflection of the moonlight will be distorted.

The next day, when she saw her face again, she was stunned, she remembered that she did not seem to have such a strong demonic aura before, her eyes were faintly crimson, her face was as pale as if covered with a white silk, there was no blood at all, so white that she could see small blood vessels and green tendons, her hair was messily draped, and her hair color was indeed much lighter than before.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

She saw Yin Jialuo walking slowly in the mirror, her jade-colored face was white and red, and her cheeks were dyed with a very soft carmine, but this red was naturally generated, with jet-black hair tied on the top of her head, and an unadorned hosta pinned to her bun. Looking at his eyes again, there was no longer any bewitching color, this bewitching man looked much more beautiful than her, a real woman.

Qi Luo glanced at him, turned her head and continued to comb her long dry and light gray hair silently.

He sat beside her, looking into her hair, and she thought that the initiates would increase their mana, and that she was just a medium, a medium through which all his grievances were transmitted. It is precisely because both of them have Hong Shan Blood Lotus that she has become the most suitable and only candidate for him. Every time he loved, it was actually his own love, and it was just to absorb her resentment and essence, and after that, she would become like wood, and the first thing to lose her luster was her hair.

"Qi Luo, do you want to go to the world for a walk?"

She nodded, her movements mechanical, barely any of her expressions.

"Take it, this is specifically for collecting the yin and evil qi of the undead, you take it with you, don't lose it, when you collect enough, bring it back."

He handed a small black jade gourd to her palm, she held it tightly in her hand, turned to him, when he looked at him, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to have been dead for a long time, and suddenly there was a trace of sadness in his heart, he pulled her into his arms, and said softly: "Endure it for a few more days, when my skill reaches a certain level, you will be freed, and then you will not have to suffer these things anymore, I will treat you well......"

The little black jade gourd was carefully tucked into her arms, and he took the belt for her and sent her where she should go. The moment she disappeared in front of his eyes, he sighed lightly: "This is the fate of this life, hundreds of years and thousands of years, as long as you are alive, you will never be able to get rid of this doom." ”

When she opened her eyes, she found herself on a battlefield filled with gunpowder. The corpse that had been cut in half, the upper half of its body was still struggling to crawl forward, and its internal organs gushed out and sprinkled aside. The charred corpses were stacked together, and several vultures stood impatiently on the corpses and scrambled for ......

Qi Luo turned around, the battlefield of thousands of people did not survive, she didn't even frown, she took out the jade gourd, opened the stopper, and hovered around the corpse The slowly flowing cyan clouds burrowed into the gourd.

"It doesn't seem to be enough, we need to collect more." She muttered, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something strange flying towards her, and she looked up to see a man and a woman staggering past her with flying swords, just in time, they both deserved to be unlucky. Qi Luo was about to wave her palm at them, suddenly someone called her name, she was stunned, and glared at the two of them viciously, the two looked strange, looking at each other, Qi Luo waved the sleeves of her robe violently, the fiery red corner swayed in the wind, the black gas in her palm condensed, and she slammed her palm towards the woman, if she wasn't afraid of being entangled by the ghosts of the underworld, she wouldn't let the two of them run away.

"Little junior brother, don't talk nonsense when you see His Royal Highness the Prince, do you know? Chaolu clutched her injured left shoulder, in danger of breaking her bones if she moved a little, Twilight Cloud supported her and shouted anxiously, "It's all to blame for that wolfberry, who shot so viciously." ”

"Okay, we're not sure it's her now, you can remember, don't talk nonsense, or I won't be able to spare you......" Before the words fell, Chaolu shook his body and fell off the flying sword, in desperation, the two had to walk, fortunately it was only a short distance away from Youchen's medical hall, Twilight Cloud stumbled into the medical hall with this tall and tall senior sister, Youchen was shocked, and immediately carried her into the inner room.

"What's going on?" He asked Twilight calmly, the black qi had spread to the collarbone, and the demonic qi as thin as a hair continued to spread.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?" Youchen pulled away Chaolu's placket, and a cloud of black gas on his left shoulder seemed like thousands of ants gathering together and crawling slowly.

"When we came, we met a youkai, and my senior sister was injured by her, and the youkai also fled."

Youchen raised his eyebrows, watching her face gradually darken, and couldn't help but hold his breath, what kind of monster did they encounter, why was the demonic aura so strong. He spread out his palm, and a thin silver thread gushed out from his palm, and the silver filament condensed into a ball, and finally turned into a round transparent crystal, and he hit this silver thing on her shoulder, and the black gas instantly burst like a broken vase.

"It's okay, let her rest for a while."

Youchen secretly adjusted his luck, and just then used the Han Toad Jade Silk Knot to dispel the demonic energy, his vitality was slightly damaged, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and he beckoned Duyun to go out with him.

"Tell me honestly, what kind of monster did you encounter?" Youchen stared at Twilight Cloud intently, he never believed that an ordinary monster would have such a big demonic aura, Twilight Cloud obeyed his senior sister's instructions, and did not dare to tell the truth, but only described it roughly, fortunately, Yuchen did not continue to ask, he breathed a sigh of relief, and turned back to the room to check on Chaolu's condition.

Chaolu felt very strange when he thought of that scene, Youchen said that Qi Luo took out the dragon ball for Mu Ran, and she couldn't live without the dragon ball, but the person she saw just now was exactly the same as Qi Luo, but it seemed to be a little more haggard and ghostly than before. If not, when Weishenme's name is Qi Luo, the red-robed demon girl with bloodshot eyes will stop to look at them? If it really was, she would never have told Youchen the fact that Qiluo had injured her, and if Youchen knew that Qiluo was not only alive, but had also become a monster full of demonic energy, he would be heartbroken.

"Senior sister, do you feel better?"

Twilight shook the daze of morning dew, "Senior sister, did you say that could be a wolfberry?" How did she end up like that? ”

"I really hope she's not, the sister Qiluo in my heart shouldn't be like this."

Wars broke out one after another, and the flames of war spread rapidly, and the beautiful rivers and mountains like a fairyland turned into purgatory wrapped in gunsmoke and blood in an instant.

Qi Luo didn't know whether this tragedy should be attributed to the imperial coup d'état in the mortal world, or the "plague" spread by the Xuanniao of Yinjialuo. When there are more dead people, the resentment of the undead will be particularly heavy, and she can collect a lot of resentment wherever she goes.

When I looked up, I saw dead bodies, my stomachs were peeled open, my intestines were messily glued together, some of my corpses had half of my cheeks cut off, and some of them were still holding their heads in their arms.

Qi Luo looked around numbly, and not far from her, there was a man standing in the middle of the pile of corpses, and the man could not believe that such a tragic scene seemed to be looking for survivors in the pile of dead bodies. She was a little surprised, and her eyes fell on the man, to see what else he could do, maybe he was also collecting the grievances of the undead like she did.

After a while, the man stood still, his face full of sorrow, he shook his head, and was about to leave, when he turned back, he found her, the distance between the two was not very far, but she felt his complex emotions.

He was a little distracted, staring at her intently.

She didn't like the stares of others so bluntly, and instinctively turned her face away from paying attention, she hadn't finished her task yet, and the resentment of the pile of dead bodies lying next to the chariot was still surrounding her.

Someone hugged her from behind, and whether she felt too oppressed or not, he refused to let go, and a low sobbing came from his ears.

Qi Luo blocked him, turned to stare at this reckless fellow, he stared at her, ecstatic, joy mixed with sadness, she could not read his expression, but this unfamiliar face did not make her feel uncomfortable, even when he gently wrapped his arms around her, she felt very relieved, as if someone in her previous life was also reluctant to hug her.

"...... Qiluo," he murmured in her ear, his voice hoarse and low, like a dream.

She was startled, and immediately flashed from his arms to the side, seeing her staring at him so vigilantly, his heart tingled, and it was difficult to hide the desolation, and he choked up: "Qi Luo, you weishenme will become like this, you don't even know me?"