Qingge swam the deep sea, the waves obliterating her petite figure, and she slowly approached the tornado at a speed visible to the naked eye. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The hurricane hit, like a sandstorm on the sea, gradually fascinated the eyes.

The cold sea water soaked through her clothes, goosebumps rose all over her body, the cold was bone-chilling, and thousands of pores on her body were stimulated to shrink.

Qingge spat out the salty seawater, and swam towards the tornado like a water snake, her wet white hair hanging on her shoulders like a knife.

The closer he got, the more Qingge saw that in the center of the tornado, a red figure resembled a blood lotus slowly blooming under the loess of the southern underworld, bewitching and charming.

Qingge suddenly realized that the sea was heavy, pressing down on her like Mount Tai.

Dizzy, his head was hot, and the sea water flowed into Qingge's eyes, and the green light surged under his pupils.

Under the depths of the sea, a ghost seems to be calling to her.

Qingge fell to the bottom of the sea, and through the rolling blue waves, she saw the dawn moon on the horizon, the rising sun in the east, and the figure that rushed towards her with all her might.

That's Ji Yue, he treads water without a trace, coming and going like the wind on the deep sea, the tornado angrily crushes him, but he can't help him,

Qingge raised his hand weakly, and stretched out towards Ji Yue in the deep seawater.

The gray hair is scattered, and it is chaotic for two seasons of autumn and winter.

The light song was muddy, groggy, as if someone was holding a thick rein and strangling her delicate neck, suffocating and painful.

In the sea water, he opened a pair of eyes lightly, and his green eyes were like the most poisonous snake under the deep sea.

Qingge looked around vigilantly, the world was empty, only the sea water was rippling, and all kinds of sea fish were swimming around.

The light song narrowed his eyes-

In this sea, she can breathe freely.

"Disciple of the Retrospective Wanderer?"

The baby's immature and soft voice sounded, and it was old-fashioned.

Qingge was vigilant, her body tensed into a string that could break at any moment, and she quickly looked behind her at the place where the sound was coming from.

Behind me, at some point, a pitch-black chair appeared, and a child who looked no more than six or seven years old was sitting on the chair in the same way as an adult, wearing a red belly pocket, with fat feet without any decoration, fat legs crossed, the hair on his head was shaved bare, and a long whip was left at the back of his head.

The child's eyes, like a magic barrier, are dark brown.

"That old man has a good eye."

The child raised his hand, pointed at Qingge, raised his chin slightly, and said arrogantly: "You, call Ye Qingge, come and beat my back, look at my old bones, they are about to stiffen." ”

Light Song: "......"

"Yo, it's quite stubborn, it's worthy of being the apprentice that you look at." The child folded his arms in his hands, and his small body sank into the back of the chair.

Qingge thought, if this kid has a cigarette in his hand, it is indeed two hundred and five, ahhhh

The child muttered something again, "After so many years, I think Wuyu is more than a hundred years old, when I was still there, Wuyu This old man is over the age of six, and I don't know if he is dead now, but this kind of person is a waste of coffin money when he dies, Zhong Hai's cub, I don't know if his temper is still as hot as back then, and suddenly remembered that he once went down the mountain with Zhong Hai, Zhong Hai fell in love with the girl at first sight, and took the girl home with a tendon, and was beaten by Wuyu after returning to Jialan, which was miserable, Emptiness has always been idle, and I don't know how it is now-"

Qingge listened carefully to the child's words, raised his eyes suddenly, looked at the child, and said in astonishment: "Are you, the fifth elder of Jialan, the spirit child?" ”

The legendary genius, the five elders who reclaimed the sea to save Jialan when the tsunami occurred.

"The little doll is quite smart." Lingtong looked at Qingge appreciatively.

The light song is full of black lines, how awkward it sounds.

A child who doesn't have any hair and calls her a little doll?

"You caused the tornado?" Qingge looked at the spirit boy vigilantly, his wrist slightly arched, and put it on his waist.

Once in danger, she can pull out the Mingwang knife at any time to save herself.

Lingtong snapped his fingers, jumped down from the black chair, and said with a smile: "The little apprentice of Suyou is here, as a junior brother, shouldn't I welcome it?" ”

Qingge narrowed her green eyes.

In the legend of the falling tsunami, the five elders Lingtong and the four elders are both mythical characters, and both of them died, both for the sake of Garan.

However, after going deeper, Qingge found that there was an empty screen in the Burning Moon Palace, and the emptiness had a bad relationship with her mother, and the spirit child who should have been buried decades ago was now very alive and still maintained the appearance of a child.

Spooky, mysterious.

"Do you want to know why I'm still alive? How come I didn't die? Lingtong tilted his head sideways, looking at Qingge innocently, he raised his round hand, and played with the braid that hung from the back of his head.

The song is silent, silent.

She was observing the terrain around her, with the spirit child as the center, ten steps away, the sea fish did not dare to approach, although there was sea water here, but humans could breathe, as if they were on flat ground.

At this point, she could conclude that the tornado was caused by the spirit child.

At that time, she thought about many people, but she didn't think about Lingtong.

Nowadays, it seems that there are too many uncertainties in the world.

Rumble!

A pair of unusually old hands tightly grabbed Qingge's neck from behind, Qingge's face turned red, and his hands were cold.

She didn't mess up, but quickly took out the Mingwang knife, the blade of the knife turned in the palm of her hand, and then changed the direction, the tip of the knife was facing backwards, singing quickly and accurately, without the slightest mercy, stabbing towards the person behind her.

Thorny-

A thin layer of skin seemed to be torn by the pitch-black and shiny Mingwang knife.

The vines on Qingge's neck seemed to loosen her hands at last, and Qingge took the opportunity to escape from the shackles, she looked back, and when she saw the person who attacked her, Emei frowned fiercely.

The old man was wearing thin clothes, wearing a hat on his head, and the eyes of the owl were as cold and sharp as a falcon, piercing through the horizontal line under the hat and falling on Qingge's skin, Qingge felt that his skin was about to catch fire.

This is, boatman!

The spirit child's hand was raised upward, and the fingers were all the way, and the crisp sound sounded, and the old man smiled cruelly, wild fangs, and threw himself towards the light song.

Qingge stood still, looking at the Mingwang knife in his hand lightly.

On the tip of the Ming Wang knife, there is a layer of old human skin, there is no blood on the skin and the knife, and there is no blood on the boatman's body, but a layer of skin is pierced by the Ming Wang knife, and a hole appears.

Qingge was shocked to find that the boatman's body had no blood, flesh, or veins, only bones, and an extremely thin layer of skin.

Click――

Lingtong sat on the black chair and crossed Erlang's legs and snapped his fingers.

The boatman was like a wolf and a tiger, and pounced fiercely on the frightened light song.

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