Qiao Song entered a white world, red silk threads floating in the void chaotically, seemingly soft, skimming the skin is a strip of white flesh. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The pain was tolerable, and no blood flowed.

Qiao Song stretched out her hand and grabbed a red thread, the white flesh of her palm was turned over, she endured the pain, dragged the red thread to death, and pulled up a root and dragged it together with the red thread in her hand.

The two threads intertwined, and the strength of the silk thread increased by a few points, cutting through the flesh and skin, revealing the white bones of the fingers. Qiao Song bit his lip tightly and continued to weave the messy blood thread in his hand.

The blood line twisted into a small red rope, the strength was dozens of times that of before, and it was like a red snake in Qiao Song's hand, struggling as if it wanted to shatter Qiao Song's hand bones and rush out.

Qiao Song grabbed one end of the red rope with both hands, wrapped it around his waist twice, and forcibly connected the red rope to himself.

The red rope was very stubborn, wrapping around Qiao Song's waist, as if it was about to break Qiao Song's waist. Qiao Song was so painful that he couldn't breathe, and fell down on his knees, but he still refused to admit defeat, jumped up, fell from a high altitude, and his body hit the hard white ground, and the red rope was also impacted, and he loosened a little strength.

Looks like there's a door!

Qiao Song gritted his teeth and jumped higher, and fell down with a "boom", the red rope was not good, several times, the red rope was no longer entangled, and it was still in Qiao Song's hand when he was dying.

Qiao Song was also exhausted, his whole body seemed to be shattered, and he fell to the ground, panting while looking at the meek red rope, it turned out to be a hard and not soft!

After resting for a while, Qiao Song struggled to stand up, held one end of the red rope, and waved it in the air, not talking about any moves, just playing casually with his body, intending to tame the red rope.

Sure enough, in the process of her playing, the red rope first went against her thoughts, and Qiao Song beat it on the ground fiercely, the red rope was in pain, and gradually obeyed, and flew out like a wind in the direction Qiao Song used, with a burst of murderous aura.

The murderous aura rose up, but the red rope became thinner and thinner, thinner and thinner, and finally disappeared in Qiao Song's hands. The murderous aura suddenly dissipated, and he came straight to Qiao Song's door, and Qiao Song opened his eyes suddenly.

It turned out that he was still sitting in the alley, and just now he just entered his own consciousness world and played a game with the blood of the hooligans who were sucked by the blood spirit beads.

Qiao Song stood up, the strength in his body did not change significantly, but his body was much lighter, and he was refreshed. It seems that he has indeed absorbed the power of the Blood Spirit Bead Refining, but the blood of this hooligan still cannot reach the level of improving spiritual power.

It naturally takes a process from quantitative change to qualitative change, Qiao Song is not in a hurry, for her, no progress and change is enough to make her happy.

In this cold world, she used to be like sludge on the ground, trampled on and trampled by, and there was no room for resistance, but now, she can change all this with her own efforts, and that's enough.

Qiao Song didn't have much ambition, she just hoped that she had the right to speak, the strength to defend herself, and the opportunity to settle down.

If you don't ask for much, it's good to live. Live with dignity.

The night sky was bright, Qiao Song was rarely happy, there was a barking dog on the side of the road, she was very interested in condensing her spiritual power, sealing the mouth of the mad dog, the barking disappeared, Qiao Song hooked her lips and smiled.

You see, the world speaks from strength.