Ye Han completely gave up his defense as if he didn't want to die, and in the face of such a desperate night cold autumn water, his face was solemn, while dancing a soft whip to protect himself and the shadow, he had to be careful not to hurt Ye Han, and he quickly dealt with the mess. The feeling www.biquge.info of not being able to exert any strength at all made Qiushui hold back a vicious breath in his heart, and Liu Mei raised his eyebrows and scolded: "The old lady still doesn't believe that there is no way to take you, Ye Han, don't think that you are the boss, I don't dare to attack you." ”

Ye Han ignored Qiushui's words, his expression was indifferent, and the offensive in his hands continued, and the longer it took up, the more convenient the use of the body became, but the greater the corresponding rejection.

Meng Qingyao felt that the sense of rejection was getting stronger and stronger, and when she made a move against Qiushui, she also put her mind to suppress the sense of rejection, and gradually became a little powerless. And Qiushui is no longer blindly defensive, a tiger with a soft whip dance. For a moment, the two of them were frozen there.

Meng Qingyao's eyes narrowed slightly, the longer the stalemate lasted, the more unfavorable it would be for her, she completely let go of her mind and integrated herself into Ye Han's body, and controlled it together with her thoughts, and completely exploded, although she might have the possibility of dissipating in this way, but the current situation really didn't allow her to think too much.

Qiushui's understanding of Yehan may be more than Yehan himself, at first, he only felt that Yehan's moves were extremely jerky, not like his usual style, and suddenly it seemed to return to his peak, the moves were deadly, Qiushui could still cope with it at the beginning, but now it is dwarfed by comparison, and it is inevitable that he will relax after a long time, and Meng Qingyao seized this opportunity.

The shadow was frightened to see the night cold ghostly around Qiushui's back, and before he could say a word to warn him, the dagger had been clinging to Qiushui's neck.

"Huh." Ye Han whispered and chuckled in Qiushui's ear: "My little sister, happy or not." “

Qiushui only felt a chill in his heart, regardless of the dagger against his neck, he turned his face and looked at Meng Qingyao, who was still lying on the ground silently, and felt the night cold against her body flirtatiously ruffled his hair, a strong sense of disobedience surged into his heart, took a deep breath, and asked in disbelief with a trembling voice: "Meng Qingyao?" “

"Shh Meng Qingyao leaned close to Qiushui's ear and whispered: "My little sister, be quiet, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but kill him." “

"How is it possible, what kind of demon law are you making?" Qiushui took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, and asked in a cold voice, "What did you do to Yehan." “

"My little sister, you know, I saw something interesting." Meng Qingyao affectionately put her face on Qiushui's face, and her voice was hoarse and low: "Hey, sister, you're blushing." “

Even though he knew that the real night cold would not make such a Meng Lang move, Qiu Shui still couldn't control his blush, twisted his eyes and didn't know where to look, pinching his palm to force himself to return to his usual appearance: "What do you mean." “

"Wouldn't it be funny if he knew he killed you with his own hands?" Meng Qingyao chuckled, her hand was slightly forced, and the dagger quickly left a bloody mark on Qiushui's neck: "How about I push harder." “

"Oh, little sister, you're thinking too much." Qiushui lowered his eyes to hide the bitter look in his eyes, and returned to his previous bewitching appearance: "Do you want to try it." “

"Okay." Meng Qingyao agreed with a smile, and the hand holding the dagger trembled imperceptibly: "I'll give it back to you this time." Thinking of Meng Yuan and Meng Qingxuan, Meng Qingyao's eyes flashed ruthlessly, and he no longer hesitated, the dagger in his hand moved away from Qiushui's neck and pointed directly at his heart, in the same position, this knife will be returned to you.

Qiushui closed his eyes and smiled: "Then you can't shake your hands." ”

The shadow watched Ye Han and Qiu Shui's actions anxiously, the two bodies were intimately entangled, and they didn't know what they were talking about when they lowered their heads, and suddenly the change suddenly rose, and the shadow watched Ye Han raise his dagger, and Qiu Shui just closed his eyes like that. Looking at this scene, the shadow only felt that his heartbeat was about to stop, and rushed over desperately: "Boss, Qiushui." ”

"Huh." The young man, who had been hiding beside him, moved at this time, and the god, who was obviously one step later than the shadow but earlier than him, unknowingly walked around to Ye Han's side, and grabbed the dagger that was about to fall. In an instant, Yin Hong's blood dripped from the young man's palm and down his arm.

Ye Han watched the pupils of the young man's bleeding palm shrink, and he didn't even notice when the young man came to him: "Why, you also want to join in the fun." Ye Han bared his teeth and smiled, looking at the young man's eyes fierce and presumptuous.

"But your hands are shaking." The young man looked at Ye Han expressionlessly, ignoring his injured right hand at all, holding Ye Han's hand that was still holding a dagger.

Sticky blood suddenly filled the entire palm, and when you got closer, you could still smell the salty smell, which made people want to vomit. Ye Han seemed to be frightened by that feeling, and suddenly shook off his hand and took a big step back.

"You're scared." The young man looked at Ye Han's actions, and pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, his white palm was bright red blood, and the red lining made his hand whiter and whiter: "Will you be afraid, if she dies." “

Meng Qingyao's eyes widened, she was afraid, of course she was afraid, what she wanted to kill was a living person, a human being who had the same thoughts, could speak, laugh and have a temperature like her, not those powerful ghosts who were driven by instinct and only knew how to plunder, only those who had died could truly understand the preciousness of life.

Meng Qingyao's heart was in a big mood, and her already unstable soul almost broke away from Ye Han's body directly, and reluctantly suppressed the sense of rejection, Meng Qingyao's eyes were cold, and she sneered: "Are you mistaken, I am a killer, and I will be afraid of your blood." “

The young man didn't make a sound, just spread his injured hand in front of Ye Han, and his voice carried an imperceptible grievance: "It hurts." “

Meng Qingyao is about to go crazy, there are already many restrictions on possession, what she forcibly attached to Ye Han's body consumed was the power of her divine soul, after a long time, her entire soul will be weakened, and in serious cases, her soul may even be scattered, she took such a big risk not to listen to this guy's nerves.

There is not much time, and she has almost escaped from this body several times, Meng Qingyao looked at the young man with a cold face and said something that he didn't know, her eyes flashed, and she wanted to solve the young man in front of her first.

"I'll teach you a truth today, don't be nosy, otherwise it's easy to get into trouble." The dagger in his hand went straight to the young man's vital point at a tricky angle.

It's just that Meng Qingyao is fast, the young man moves faster, and he curls his palm into a knife and slashes at the back of Ye Han's neck, and before Meng Qingyao can react, the whole person flies out of Ye Han's body because of the heavy blow.

Sure enough, it was a pig teammate, Meng Qingyao floated weakly in mid-air, eager to peel off the boy's skin and bones, and hatefully watched the boy hand over Ye Han to Qiu Shui, and the shadow also surrounded him, wanting to rush over and continue to attach to Ye Han, but she was directly rejected with a scream, and she had no ability to attach herself to anyone anymore in her current state.

Seeing Qiushui and the Shadow leave with the night cold who was still unconscious, Meng Qingyao hurriedly followed despite the weakness in the depths of her soul.

"Hey, you're not dead yet." The young man squatted next to Meng Qingyao's body, not knowing if he was deliberately speaking loudly. "But it's pretty much it."

Meng Qingyao naturally heard it, and stomped her feet angrily, damn it, she hurriedly floated to her body without caring about anything else, although her breath was weak, her breathing had stabilized, and she didn't know when the young man gave her the medicine, the dagger on her chest had been pulled out, and the blood gradually stopped.

The young man poked Meng Qingyao's face, which had turned pale from blood loss, and sat there alone and muttered to himself: "If you don't treat it now, you will die." “

Then you can save it, Meng Qingyao roared in her heart, but she understood that if the soul was out of the body for too long, this body would really lose its vitality, and she couldn't care about anything else, so she closed her eyes and walked towards the body on the ground.

"it." When Meng Qingyao found that her entire body had no signs of fusion at all, she finally couldn't help cursing. can't go back, Meng Qingyao clutched her chest, she really can't go back, there will be no more Meng Yuan and Meng Qingxuan in the future, she has to wander alone in this world as a lonely ghost.

"Hey, aren't you awake yet?" The boy muttered to himself.

"Hey, I can't go back." Meng Qingyao looked at her increasingly transparent soul in horror: "I can't go back." “

I don't know when, the moon was hidden, and it was dark all around, Meng Qingyao knelt next to her body, obviously she should have cried, but she couldn't even shed tears.

No sadness, no pain, day after day, year after year, until it disappears.

"Hey, I want to go home." (To be continued.) )