The strange man shouted and roared for a long time, whispering, Qingge couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could read the pain on his face. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Good and evil are good, and the light song is no longer hidden.

She walked up to the strange man, squatted down, face to face with him, looked at his appearance, and sang lightly, but frowned, the strange man was a little similar to the nightmare.

Could it be that the weirdo is a nightmare?

No, it's not.

Nightmare was born three hundred years ago, not in the same era as the weirdos.

"I'm Yan Bitong's daughter." Qingge told the weirdo the truth about his identity.

She's betting, betting on whether the weirdo loves the house and the black, or hates the house and the black.

Undoubtedly, he loved Yan Bitong, but he hated the night terrors.

So, what is he going to do with the combination of Yan Bitong and Night Terror?

Hearing the sound, the strange man was shocked, his face covered with leech-like scars froze, his split pupils were confused, his eyes were hollow, and the two eyes embedded in the twisted face were like two fists and two blood balls.

The strange man glanced at Qingge blankly, his mood calmed down, and he carefully looked at Qingge's face, which was seven points similar to Yan Bitong, but it was very different when he looked closely.

The corners of Qingge's eyes are picked up, flamboyant and intense, on the side of her gaze, she has the demeanor of the mother in the world, aggressive, bewitching and picturesque, Yan Bitong is different, she is a fusion of ice and fire, she can be gentle as everyone's ladies, and she can also be gentle like water.

"You're the daughter of the night terror?" The strange man asked with red eyes and a trembling voice.

After a moment's silence, the song nodded.

The weirdo smiled wryly and laughed at himself.

"How old are you?" The weirdo calmed down and asked.

"Seventeen, almost eighteen."

"Seventeen? So big? ”

The strange man was a little unable to stand, his body swayed, and he could fall down at any time, he frowned, and was very entangled, "Hitomi's daughters are all seventeen?" Hitomi has locked me up for seventeen years! Seventeen years! ”

Qingge looked at the weirdo in a complicated way, lamenting the helplessness of the world with melancholy, and on the other hand, he was wary of the weirdo who would have an emotional breakdown and do something to her.

She has her own plan.

If the swamp beast outside the secret room was Yan Bitong's magical beast, it would not be in danger to her life.

Spirits and Demonic Beasts will not attack the contractor's blood dissolved in water, of course, there are accidents, such as Demonic Beasts and Spirit Beasts going berserk.

If the swamp beast did not go berserk, the strange man would not be able to escape, and there were only two possibilities for the swamp beast to intercept it, the strange man and Yan Bitong had no blood relationship, this was the first one, and the second was that Yan Bitong gave an order to the swamp beast and resolutely imprisoned the stranger.

"You're the daughter of the night terror?" The strange man's eyes burst with a strong and monstrous killing intent.

Qingge's face was expressionless, covered with a thin layer of cold frost.

Nodding his head—

The strange man stretched out his hand, grabbed Qingge's neck, and easily lifted Qingge up, his thick fingers kept closing, Qingge was suffocated, out of breath, she was holding the surging Mingwang knife, her heart was trembling, at the last moment, she would kill this person, her uncle.

The strange man looked at Qingge's face, wandering and hesitating, his brows furrowed into Sichuan characters, and he tied a dead knot.

He threw Qingge to the ground in hatred, turned his back, and said, "You are Hitomi's daughter, the swamp beast will not hurt you, you can go." ”

Qingge won the bet, and the weirdo loved and hated and couldn't do anything to Qingge.

"You're strong." Qingge asked tentatively.

She wondered why the weirdos were the way they were.

And-

Nightmare bones.

The strange man was stunned for a moment, sad, desolate, "I wasn't like this before. ”

"That's?" Qingge asked.

"Is there any pen and ink?" The weirdo takes a different topic.

Qingge shook her head, there was no pen and ink on her body and in the space bag.

The strange man picked up a sharp stone on the ground, stood in front of a wall, took the sharp corner of the stone, and drew it.

The stone rubbed against the wall, making a snorting sound.

Time flows quietly like swamp water.

Qingge saw that the strokes under the strange man's hands were lifelike and vivid, and a man who looked better than Xu Gong in the north of Pan'an City appeared, in his prime, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and elegant.

After a long time, the strange man dropped the stone in his hand, and by coincidence, it smashed on the white bones, and the white bones that had been weathered for three hundred years were shattered into a pile of bones by such a collision.

The stranger's shattered pupils, the line spreads.

He pointed to the man on the wall and said, "Isn't that handsome?" ”

"Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world, not to mention handsome." Qingge replied.

The strange man laughed very strangely, "This is me." ”

Qingge was not very surprised, when the stranger took the stone and began to draw an outline, she probably guessed that it was the stranger.

What exactly did it take to make him unrecognizable?

The weirdo frowned and asked Qingge, "The way I look now, am I ugly?" ”

"It's not ugly." It's not good-looking.

For light songs, it is indeed not ugly.

The strange man stroked his face and said faintly: "It turns out that I have been here for seventeen years, and the dry food sent by your mother is only enough for me to eat for the first three years, and the next fourteen years, I thought I would starve to death, but no, but I feel that my body has changed, it is the kind of subtle change that accumulates over time, I can't notice it, I don't know why, but I know that I am different from before." ”

The weirdo asked, "Do you have a mirror?" ”

Qingge shook her head, she really didn't have this, and even if she did, she wouldn't give it to a weirdo.

Think about it, the weirdo was a young man with red lips and white teeth seventeen years ago, and the jade tree was in the wind, and after being depressed for seventeen years, he saw himself beyond recognition, would he be crazy?

Hard.

"Do you want to get out?" Qingge asked.

Get out-

The weirdo is at a loss.

After staying in a place for seventeen years, he suddenly wants to leave, the world is so big, where should he go?

His wife was killed by him, his sister was unknown if she was alive or dead, and he himself became a monster.

Personnel are no longer there, and no one can complain.

Strange people and light songs don't know that the white bones in the corners are brewing purple light and fire, very faint and faint, like an unknown magic barrier.

The strange man smiled bitterly, "Hitomi is not here, what is the difference between me living and dying, and what is the difference between walking and not leaving." ”

After a pause, "You say, Hitomi's life and death are uncertain?" ”

Qingge seemed to know the weirdo's thoughts, and when the weirdo's ideas were not realized, he gave him a desperate, "Broken bones, one in ten thousand chance of survival." ”

People all over the world said that her mother died.

"Even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 chance, I don't believe that Hitomi will die until I see Hitomi's corpse with my own eyes, and she said that she would let me out." The strange man smiled sweetly, "I'll just say, my Hitomi won't be so ruthless, it's hard to say whether she's alive or dead, so she won't come to me, save me, I'm going to find her." ”

Qingge looked at the strange man's face and pursed his lips silently.

What would happen if the weirdo saw what he was now?

Even if Qingge had the intention to hide it, out of this secret room, out of the swampy place, the weird man himself could find a way to see the hideous face.

In this world, there is no shortage of bronze mirrors, nor is there a lack of people's hearts.

He is not a human, a ghost is not a ghost, and if he appears in the eyes of the world after seventeen years, he is afraid that he will be regarded as a monster.

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