That's—

Yan Bitong's voice!

The light song was like falling into hell, she turned her head to look around, countless screens painted with Yan Bitong's eyes suddenly turned into pitch-black colors, like splashing ink that was difficult to dissolve, in the endless darkness, the formation of Qiankun gossip was formed on the soles of her feet, the light flowed, the flames were cold, and there seemed to be soldiers guarding the city waiting for the east to know. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the gossip array, including Qiankun, Tai Chi and Liangyi, the cold night is endless, in all directions, one by one, the beauties who are familiar and unfamiliar with Qingge are pressing step by step, looking carefully, their neon clothes are swaying to the ground, delicate skin, miserable white faces, picturesque eyebrows, stunning bewitching, they are overwhelming, encircling and suppressing Qingge from all directions.

The space where Qingge is located is getting smaller and smaller, although the world is big, she has a feeling of suffocation, her neck seems to be strangled with a strong rope, her eyes widen, the dark green light in the black pupils is becoming more and more vigorous, rich green, blooming flowers that are all over the country.

The little fox lying on Qingge's shoulder lay quietly on the seat of the Nine Dragons King in the realm of nothingness, sleeping peacefully, and if you looked closely, you could see that he seemed to be struggling with something, and his brows furrowed.

Although the narrow eyes were closed, the aura that was as cold as sword light faintly emanated!

Qingge faced thousands of femme fatales alone, and a face appeared that made her nostalgic, it was her mother, Yan Bitong.

Yan Bitong's voice sounded in her ears, and she was hysterical, asking her to save her.

Qingge only felt that his soul was covered by a net of heaven and earth, and there was nowhere to escape, only a dead end.

Qingge's eyes were a little dry, and she walked forward with heavy steps, her legs a little heavy, as if they had been filled with lead.

With each step, the soft boots on the soles of the feet stepped into a deep pit in the ground.

Qingge's eyes were spinning, dizzy, she blinked, her eyes widened, and looking around, one by one "Yan Bitong" shuttled through her body, her pale complexion was like a ghost in the depths of purgatory, and her red nails seemed to clasp Qingge's neck.

Qingge raised her head slightly, her eyes slightly closed, and her moist eyes emitted a streamer in the rich night.

However, "Yan Bitong"'s hands just shuttled through her neck.

Qingge's heart was like stopping water, and his limbs were cold and moving forward, aimlessly, looking at the flowers, but the blood in his body gradually became cold.

In this inexplicable screen space, she only felt that she was a corpse, without any life on her body, waiting for the vultures to come in flocks and gnaw her flesh and blood.

Finally, Qingge's footsteps stopped, and the glittering beauty around her disappeared, Qingge stood in front of a quaint wooden house, there was the sound of wooden fish beating inside, Qingge raised her white and tender hand, and opened the wooden door, but the scene in the inner room shocked her.

There was a handsome young man in the house, the man was dressed in a rouge shirt, and the end of the shirt was embroidered with a large peony, hugging each other, the man's white and slender hand was holding a skull, and the other hand was holding a wooden fish stick and knocking on the skull.

Click, click, click-

When the door of the wooden house was opened by Qingge, the beautiful man raised his face to look at Qingge, a delicate face suddenly and quickly aged, his skin collapsed, his hair and eyebrows turned white, and what remained unchanged was the mechanical movement of him tapping the skull.

His eyes were shining, and he looked at Qingge sharply.

"Daughter of the blue eyes, welcome to the world of the grave." The old man's voice echoed in the air.

Qingge frowned, the voice gave her a headache.

Qingge suddenly turned his eyes and looked around the wooden house, there were scrolls hanging on the room, and the beauties on the scrolls were Yan Bitong.

These beauties all looked at Qingge in horror, and a trace of life appeared in their desperate eyes.

She's begging Qingge for help!

Qingge's fingertips were cold, and she raised her hand, wanting to caress Yan Bitong's eyes on the scroll closest to her.

However, when she raised her hand and gradually approached Yan Bitong, the gentle and flamboyant beauty suddenly burst out of the scroll, her body splashed ink in mid-air, and transformed into the appearance of a hideous monster, with a bloody mouth that opened like a fierce beast, with two sharp fangs, and dark green saliva flowed out of her mouth and dripped on Qingge's body.

Qingge lowered her head and looked at her hands in a daze, under the green saliva, her skin and flesh were twisted, and they were burned out in an instant, and the white bones were reflected in her eyes.

Qingge frowned-

Her hand didn't hurt at all.

She raised her head and looked at the fierce beast that Yan Bitong had demonized, and the fierce beast wanted to swallow her with its mouth wide open.

Qingge's pupils constricted, the beast's lips and teeth continued to expand in her pupils, Qingge's eye sockets were also expanding, her body spasmed, and suddenly, her body trembled......

At the same time, in the realm of nothingness, the sleeping Ji Yue quickly opened her eyes, and a pair of treacherous eyes released a demonic face, and the treacherous aura spread rapidly, spreading boundlessly.

He narrowed his eyes, and with a wave of his big hand, the sharp blade transformed by the Demon King's Breath rushed out of the realm of nothingness, tore through the sky, and entered the ancient wooden house of the hidden space, slashing at the fierce beast.

The Beast -

The ashes were gone, and they were scattered in the air like powder.

In the backyard of the Burning Moon Palace, in front of the screen with Yan Bitong, the girl had three thousand white hair, cold sweat soaked her clothes, her body spasmed, and her eyes opened suddenly.

The cold wind swept through her body, lifted her clothes, and it was cold to the bone, and Qingge subconsciously snorted.

She looked around, screens, beauties, and the bright moon on the sky was hanging upside down.

On Qingge's shoulder, the little fox opened his eyes coldly, "Let's go." ”

Although Qingge had doubts, when the little fox's voice sounded, she walked back quickly, up and down, as light as a swallow, and stormed out of the apse, and countless screens turned into afterimages on both sides of her body.

Out of the apse, Qingge had palpitations, she patted her palms, her palms were cold, and that coolness penetrated into the blood.

The little fox jumped into her arms, Qingge looked back at the screen in the apse under the cold wind, the two doors of the apse suddenly closed, the gap became smaller and smaller, Qingge seemed to see, Yan Bitong's face appeared under the night, and smiled at Qingge.

Boom!

The gold-lacquered door was closed.

Qingge's brain throbbed, and her feet suddenly emptied, she exclaimed, but saw that the little fox had turned into a human form at some point, so she picked her up and walked to the room.

"Don't go to this place in the future." Ji Yue said.

Qingge lowered his head, bit his lip, and was not stubborn, "Okay." ”

She didn't know what was unknown in the Burning Moon Palace, but she knew that Ji Yue would definitely not harm her.

Qingge lay in Ji Yue's arms, looked back at the two solemn doors, and Yan Bitong's voice seemed to sound in her ears, every sound was creepy, but she couldn't resist.

That's-

But her mother.

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