Lunatic!

Two words, like an electric current, passed through everyone's minds. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

This madman is the one who lives with Qingge.

When she saw that her surroundings were quiet, she moved her straw hat up, covered her eyes, and continued to rest.

Qingge paced towards her residence, glancing at the woman out of the corner of her eye, but her face was hidden by a straw hat.

She opened the jade door of the house, the breath of Sen Ran came to her face, the room was pitch black, only a glimmer of light leaked into the door, Qingge walked into the house, the moment the jade door closed, three clusters of blue ghost fire suddenly appeared, dim and gloomy, ghostly.

Through the faint light of the ghost fire, Qingge observed the furnishings in the house.

Two exquisite jade beds, respectively occupy the east and west directions, and there is a table and a stool, although simple, but each furnishing is full of aura, is a rare treasure in the world, for cultivators, the simpler the place, the more you can meditate and cultivate.

There is a folded floating cloud brocade quilt on the delicate jade bed on the west side, and it can be seen that the madman in the mouth of the light yarn is sleeping on this bed, and the light song and mind move slightly, and the soul is blessed, and he sits down on the bed on the east side.

She put her hands on the edge of the bed, and the jade-like light penetrated the flesh and blood, reflecting the blood in the palm of her hand into a red streamer, but the cold touch was not penetrating to the bone, and it was extremely comfortable.

The moment it touched the delicate jade bed, the twenty-four veins in Qingge's body seemed to be warmed, and this exquisite jade bed had the effect of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow.

Suddenly, Qingge was pleasantly surprised to find that the twenty-fourth crimson veins were quietly and frantically devouring the aura on the delicate jade bed.

Licking his red lips, Qingge had a bewitching smile on the corner of his mouth.

She tried to pull out the aura in the Danhuo and turn it into a sharp blade, trying to dredge the red veins, but she actually dredged some of them, although it was not big, but for Qingge, it was an unexpected joy.

You must know that no matter how hard she tried before, she couldn't shake this vein.

The girl sat cross-legged on the delicate jade bed, trying her best to cultivate.

The crimson veins were like a bottomless pit, and the veins on the delicate jade bed flowed into Qingge's body in a steady stream, and turned into nothingness in an instant.

Boom!

She opened her eyes and blinked, as if she were in a petrified state.

Qingge was a little dumbfounded-

What's this called!

She looked down mechanically, and the delicate jade bed had turned into a pile of gray smoke, and she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, her ass still hurting, and she wanted to rub it a few times......

Wait a minute!

That's not the point!

The point is that the red veins have lost her bed, and she wants to cry without tears, and the wind is messy, and on the first day she came to Jialan, the bed was swallowed by her, so she can't go to An Suyou to ask for a bed, right?

Qingge looked at the bed of the madman in the west and pouted.

The baby is unhappy, there is no bed to sleep, and he has to lay on the floor.

Qingge got up and rubbed her little ass, patted the dust on her body, and prepared to go out to see if she could get a bed from somewhere.

Walking to the door, Qingge raised his hand and put it on the handle of Jiufeng, and was about to open the jade door, but in an instant, the jade door was suddenly opened.

A pair of ghost-like eyes, a miserable white and hideous face suddenly entered Qingge's eyes, the person exuded a death-like aura all around, the black hair like ink was a little disordered, and there were still a few patches of grass stuck to the ends of the hair, the woman was thin, but unusually tall, and her face was covered with many scars, which were the traces of dagger flying and crossing, like the remains of wild ghosts.

"Night Song?"

The woman sings lightly and has a dull voice.

Light song eyes are cold, acquiescing.

The madman walked around the song and walked into the house, the blue ghost fire reflected the scars on her face in a startling light, and the madman stopped and looked at the place where the delicate jade bed had been placed, and now there was a pile of light smoke left.

She stared for a long time before turning back to her bed, taking off her robe neatly, lying down, and covering it with a floating cloud brocade quilt.

Qingge stood at the lintel, leaning his back against the cold wall, pursed his lips.

This woman is like a dead person, and the death aura emanating from her body makes her heart palpitate.

She suddenly remembered the words of the light yarn and the outcast, this is a madman.

Qingge closed the jade door, sat cross-legged in the corner, and then cultivated.

At the foot of Sanssouci Mountain, all the aura in the golden toad tripod surged to the north, quietly rushing into the last jade house, drilling into the thousands of pores on the girl's body, suspended in the veins, converging in the two clusters of demonic fire, Qingge's eyes were closed, she was now thinking about the twenty-fifth vein, but when she pulled the aura to the mouth of the red veins, the evil qi in the veins did not move at all, and it could not be dredged at all!

While Qingge was concentrating on cultivation, the woman on the exquisite jade bed in the west suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Qingge with a calm gaze, the scar on her face seemed to have cracked open again, and bright red and sticky blood flowed down her cheeks, dripping on the white jade bed.

But if you look closely, the woman's face is still as hideous as before, not cracked, and her eyes are still closed.

At this time, Qingge opened her eyes, and her eyebrows frowned slightly.

She kind of understood, with the heaven and earth aura she absorbed, she couldn't dredge the twenty-fifth veins at all, at least so far, the only thing that could be dredged was -

Qingge's gaze fell on the delicate jade bed under the madman, and he swallowed.

A row of black lines fell from the girl's forehead, and there seemed to be rows of crows on the top of her head......

It's really a dog, and she's down to drooling over a bed.

Qingge was full of cows, patted the ash on his buttocks and stood up, his eyes looked at the only window, outside the window was a dense fairy mist, under the fog, the blue sea was faintly visible.

The moonlight is clear, and the white moonlight is sprinkled on the deep sea, through the clouds and mist, which is picturesque.

"Come here."

The woman's hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the silent night, and Qingge turned her head to look at the woman on the bed.

The madman opened his eyes at some point, patted the empty seat next to the bed, and said, "Sleep!" ”

In one word, concise and to the point.

Qingge looked at his bed and now there was only a pile of fly ash left, shrugged his shoulders and walked to the west, took off his soft boots, and lay down on the madman's bed.

When Qingge's body was all attached to the cold bed, the gloomy wind blew through his ears, and the black figure suddenly turned over, like a hungry wolf.

The madman propped his hands on both sides of Qingge's face, his face was hideous, his eyes were shocked, she and Qingge were close at hand, intimate, and the warm breath sprayed on Qingge's face, "You...... Not afraid of me? ”

It wasn't until the madman said that Qingge saw that she was not hostile, and he withdrew his murderous aura.

"Why should I be afraid of you?" The girl asked indifferently and suspiciously.

Hearing this, the madman was stunned, and his eyes seemed to burst, full of consternation.

yes, why be afraid?

"I'm crazy!"

The madman does not give up, like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and must ask why.

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