Gu Guiren pouted unhappily and said, "The Holy Lord has arranged the aftermath for the concubine, and the concubine will not follow!" ”

The saint smiled and comforted this Gu nobleman. On the other side, in Lingyue Fang, Song Yao was a little tired after a busy night, so he lay on the table and planned to take a nap.

For some reason, he slept a little dead this time.

The world in the dream was originally beautiful and sweet, but suddenly it changed color. It was a world of black and red, and he couldn't see any way out, let alone how far he could go.

Song Yao bit his lower lip, his body couldn't help but tremble, and said, "Yes...... Anyone! ”

No one answered him, and he even heard his own echo. An indescribable fear welled up in his heart, a confusion about the unknown road ahead.

"I ...... Where is it? ”

He took a tentative step forward, and his surroundings changed instantly. At the moment when the light and shadow intertwined, he seemed to see a shadow circling behind him.

Then, without waiting for him to turn around, he felt a cold hand on his shoulder, and someone whispered in his ear: "I'm here, Song Qingkong." ”

As he spoke, a cold breath hit his neck.

Song Yao shook his body, gritted his teeth and said, "The ghost is not gone, I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time." Come here to trouble me, do you want to dissipate even your soul! ”

The woman chuckled, let go of his shoulder, and said, "The spirit is dissipating? I don't want it. ”

With that, her figure disappeared into the darkness, as if nothing that had just happened had ever existed. Of course, if you ignore the little vermilion behind Song Yao's ears.

Song Yao took another step forward, hoping to find the shadow of the woman.

A laugh rang out, stopping Song Yao's steps. Song Yao looked around and touched his waist vigilantly. But he didn't notice that his feet were already full of red vines, swaying in the wind.

A vine slowly hooked his ankle, and the woman's cold and strange voice sounded again: "Song Kongqing, come with me, go to hell." ”

Song Yao noticed the existence of the vines at this time, and without hesitation, he directly pulled out the soft sword hidden in his waist and cut off these strange vines.

There was nothing around me again, the same black and red world, but nothing was to be seen before.

Song Yao raised his left foot, but hesitated to take this step.

A woman in a small red dress quietly appeared behind him, pushed him hard, and then looked at him embarrassed and covered her mouth and laughed, "Brother Kongqing, you are too careless." Hey, don't be angry with Xi'er, Xi'er didn't expect Brother Kongqing to be unstable. ”

Seeing this woman with an obvious "human" state, Song Yao's eyes were even more frightened than when he saw those gods and ghosts just now, and he hurriedly stood up and waved out the hand holding the soft sword.

The woman in front of her was fatally hit by a blow, and her body fell softly, but her eyes didn't close for a long time, and she still spoke: "Brother Kongqing, did you still choose to kill Xi'er?" ”

Song Yao was forced to lose his mind, and the soft sword in his hand even directly swung out the afterimage.

I don't know how long it took, but the shadow from before reappeared behind him. Shadow's hand loosely grasped his arm and said, "Brother Kongqing, why don't you know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade so much." ”

Song Yao gritted his teeth and looked at the hand on his wrist, and sneered: "Pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? Do you think you are incense or jade? ”

Shadow's hand slid up his arm, leaving a biting chill all the way until her hand touched Song Yao's neck.

"You can't hurt me right here." The shadow chuckled, his cold cheeks touched Song Yao's side face, and with the other hand, he took away the soft sword in his hand and said, "However, looking at this soft sword, Xi'er is very unhappy." ”

The words fell, and the soft sword shattered.

Song Yao bit his lip tightly, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"What is Brother Kongqing shaking?" The shadow who called himself Xi'er smiled, and the tips of his fingers swirled on Song Yao's Adam's apple, and said, "Is it because I'm scared, or ...... Because it's cold? ”

Without waiting for Song Yao to answer, Xi'er replied by herself: "Perhaps, there are both." But Brother Kongqing, don't worry, Xi'er will soon make his brother as cold as Xi'er. ”

After speaking, Xi'er's hand slowly slid onto Song Yao's cheek, stroking the warm touch under her fingertips inch by inch.

Seeming to be greedy for temperature, Xi'er buried her face in Song Yao's neck and took a deep breath: "After so many years, Brother Kongqing is still ......"

Before she could finish her words, Song Yao pushed her away and ran in one direction. He didn't know if he could run out in that direction.

However, he can't stay here.

Xi'er didn't chase him, chuckling and watching him flee around.

Song Yao did run out, but the world after going out didn't seem to be much better than the world of gods and ghosts just now.

It was a dazzling white, and he saw his young self kneeling in the snow like a sculpture.

Song Yao knew what was next, but he couldn't stop it.

The young Song Yao curled up, and his small body couldn't stop trembling. Then, suddenly, he straightened up and bowed solemnly in one direction.

It was the death of prayer.

A sharp knife appeared in his hand, reflecting the snow light, making it even more dazzling.

Song Yao closed his eyes, not like looking at what was going on. But things didn't make him get his wish, and he still saw the scene he didn't want to see.

The young child held a sharp knife in both hands and stabbed it into his heart, then ripped out his own heart. The heart fell to the snow, and he seemed to see that it was still beating.

In this pure white sky, there is suddenly a thrilling color.

It was still snowing in the sky, and the snow covered the deceased with a layer of holy clothing, but it forgot to cover him with the red color of sin.

Red is still spreading, dirty and sinful.

Song Yao knelt down and let out a heart-rending scream. Then he saw a dog running up and pulling out the beating heart from the snow.

He tried to stop it, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

The dog leaned over and sniffed, then turned and walked away.

Filthy blood, sinful hearts, even dogs are unwilling to take a bite. Song Kongqing, you are nothing more than that.