Chapter 042: Quietly
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Crimson came to the cliff and raised her finger to one of the three coffins below, and the coffin was lifted away, and the coffin that followed slowly fell, lying quietly side by side with the other two.
This move, everyone was in an uproar, but they didn't dare to speak out.
Twilight's eyes widened violently, and she took two steps closer to the coffin, her fingers trembling in disbelief.
Crimson reached out and covered his right arm, and with a little force, two miniature rays of light flew towards the two coffins below, and the coffins instantly shook.
This is what she absorbed when she fought with Duoyue just now. Duoyue wants to absorb soul crystals to improve her cultivation, but it is impossible to escape her containment after all.
"This is, this is ......" and Twilight are silent, as if they were two people compared to his usual calmness.
Crimson flew down, flicked his sleeves, and said, "With the patriarch, He Ming's body has returned now, you don't have to worry." ”
Don't worry?
So how is that possible?
It's just that this might put him at ease......
When Twilight heard the voice, he didn't spit out a word, but the regret on his face was overflowing, and the whole person seemed to be a hundred years old in an instant.
"...... with Ming"
The same call, the same deplorment.
Crimson turned her head to look, looking at the coffin from afar, her brows furrowed slightly, as if relieved and sighed lightly.
On the other hand, the remnant feather beside him was still cold and waveless, his thin lips were pursed, and even his eyes did not stay on He Ming's coffin for a moment before turning his gaze away.
Unexpectedly, the two looked at each other, and their crimson eyelashes moved slightly without a trace of emotion.
Remnant Yu seemed to be stunned for an instant, and the switch from indifference to distraction was reflected in him so quickly.
After a moment, Crimson turned her eyes away, looked back at the three coffins that were resting on the cliff, and then pursed her thin lips and slowly approached.
Stretching out his index finger and putting it to his lips, Bei Tooth slightly exerted his strength, and bright red blood beads came out from his fingertips, and everyone was shocked.
I saw that the crimson finger flicked, and the drop of blood instantly rose to the air above the three coffins, turning into a little blood mist and submerging into the coffin.
The crimson jewel looked solemn, her body slowly rising, and the three coffins slowly rose into the air with her movements.
The eight elders instantly understood Crimson's intentions, and Twilight instantly came to the position and stood still, the eight of them looked at each other and clasped their hands together, and the complicated fingerprints frequently punched out and sank into the coffin.
The interrupted funeral of the underworld was joined by Crimson, which was even more solemn and solemn.
The funeral of the underworld that can allow the Moon Lord to personally take action, that is the greatest luck after their death.
Everyone present watched and watched with reverence.
It's a funeral that a vampire may not be able to see for a long lifetime!
In the cold wind and snow, her long hair was flying, and her white clothes seemed to be handed over to the end of the world.
The figure that was cold and piercing at first glance was as warm as it had been for thousands of years.
She loves her people.
When she was willing to die a thousand years ago, he knew more clearly how much she loved the world.
He didn't think this way to shirk the fact that he hurt her, in his heart, she was always the best.
It's just, it's just......
The funeral in the dark sky is underway, facing the wind and snow, everyone is holding a straight back, which is a solemn and solemn thing.
The four moonwalkers who arrived at some point only stopped to watch, following and guarding across the century, exhausting their lifelong beliefs and missions. It's all for one person.
The Heavenly Relic Walker is independent in the face of wind and snow, just a silent and immobile posture, which is also full of years of precipitation and implication.
They always don't have much language, because there is only one thought in their hearts.
It always has been.
——
Since the last funeral in the Underworld, after the strange movement from the sky, the entire blood clan seems to have become extremely calm.
None of the bloods are living a step-by-step life, and there is still a carnival of blood under the gorgeous night. Maybe you will see a black figure passing by at a very fast speed when you walk above the market, but don't be afraid, because if you are seen by them, you will not see that black shadow.
——
The Crimson phase was paused for a while, and then it was an important time for her to consolidate her practice, which could be used for some recreation.
Now. She stared out the window at the huge moon, and behind her was the night star, who had been talking a lot since she entered the Sun and Moon Blood Palace, and listened to him tell the interesting things that had happened during her time of retreat and practice, as well as some things to come.
Recently, the Bloodline seems to have ushered in a happy event.
Make every male bloodline eager to try.
The first of the nine major families of the blood clan, the eldest daughter of the Hull family, Hull Qingyan is about to recruit Ruyi Langjun.
This is a rare thing in a hundred years for the blood clan who have been living under the darkness.
Because as noble blood clans, they will not marry easily, and nobles are already scarce, and it is even more difficult to find a satisfactory mate.
And the mating of unequal bloodlines will only ruin the lifelong development trend of the two parties, and no blood clan will do such a thing that outweighs the losses.
Hearing this, the crimson eyelashes moved slightly, and the corners of the lips under the shadow revealed a touch of bitterness.
Reach out and cover the mark of the moon god under the corner of his eye, where once upon a time there was a lifelike peony.
The woman who has gone crazy for the sake of her feelings would rather sacrifice her future to protect what she loves.
Isn't that a mating of unequal blood?
Copulation?
There was sarcasm on her crimson lips.
Nightstar talked endlessly, not at all about Crimson's emotions, but just talking to himself, as if as long as Crimson didn't reprimand him to stop, he would continue to talk until the end of the world.
It's just that when he talked about it, his seemingly casual eyes scanned the curvature of the corners of his crimson lips, and the slight pause in the words in his mouth was unnoticed.
I saw that his eyes were full of excitement, and he seemed to be more excited and lively.
Sheng Yan never opened his mouth from the beginning, uh, there should be no gap at all.
I wanted to stop Nightstar from talking like this anymore, but when I saw Crimson's silence from the beginning, to the subtle changes in her mood later, she finally chose to be silent.
He only said that she had just been born, and that he wanted to say something to explain her, so that she would not be so silent anymore. Now it seems that their crimson Lord has never been resistant to the attack of the Night Star, and always has been.
That's good!
Sheng Yan simply chose to be silent, listening to the night star's colorful narration, watching Crimson have emotions bit by bit, this is what he thought at the beginning.
In the huge room, I could only hear the tireless chatter of the night star, and the woman in white leaning against the window seemed to be distracted, but in fact she was listening attentively, and the corners of her lips were not revealing emotions, making her look less like a delicate statue.
The gentle man on the side looked at them like this, and although he did not speak, the look of satisfaction in his eyes was overflowing.
Time seems to pass quietly under the moonlight outside the window, sprinkling a little starlight and lighting up the entire night sky.