Qing Xuan seemed to be brewing words, and seemed to be speechless, and after a long time, he said slowly: "The auspicious and evil are lurking, faint and difficult to see, between the wind and rain, the pitch has changed."

After a pause, the low and magnetic voice mixed with some uncertain emotions, said: "Do you understand? If you find that retreating is unclear, and moving forward is a dead end, but that dead end is paved with a faint glimmer of hope, what do you choose?"

How could he retreat, there was an abyss behind him.

How could he retreat, he still wanted the man to be happy and healthy.

He gave him a glimmer of light, and he allowed him to shine brightly.

He is willing to be invincible for him and invincible for him.

Ning Ying's eyes moved slightly, and she slowly closed her eyes, and the expression on her face was blurred under the cover of the night.

"Hmm", Ning Ying didn't answer what to choose, answered ambiguously, and didn't say anything more.

Qing Xuan obviously didn't want to delve into this matter, and the two ghosts closed their mouths very tacitly, lying on the hard bed as if nothing had happened.

- Segmentation

The black clouds rolled in the sky, and the lifeless air enveloped the Fierce Mountain, slowly rolling in the endless slaughter, and the corpses could be seen everywhere, and the blood flowed like rivers.

The red-clothed Qing Xuan expressionlessly pulled out the blood sword inserted in the ghost that fell to the ground, his good-looking eyebrows were stained with dirty blood, and he raised his eyes to look around, making sure that this place was really "lifeless", and then raised his slender legs to leave.

After taking a few steps forward, there was a junction, and when I turned the intersection, I saw a handsome young man. The young man was dressed in black, holding a poisonous whip, sitting lazily on a piece of wood, holding his head drowsy, as if he had been waiting for a long time. A "corpse" stepped under his well-made shoes, and in front of him lay the remains of more dead evil spirits, lying on the ground.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the young man raised his half-closed eyes, glanced at them casually, and found that it was Qing Xuan, his eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up, "Father-in-law." ”

Qing Miao nodded simply, "Hmm." He stared in the direction of the west with a heavy face.

This time, there are so many ghosts and monsters coming from all over the world that people can't help but be staggered. Some are completely dead for a long time and can't be reincarnated, so they come to join in the fun; Some want to pick up a bargain in the chaos, and how much can be picked up; Some are fighting for the position of ghost king with their strength. Among them, there are many ghosts who are above the top, and ghosts who kill cruel means. From the group of ghosts he killed, Qing Miao had a general understanding of the four strong heads this time, but he was honored to be one of the strong leaders in the mouths of all the ghosts.

From the north came a sackcloth-looking ghost riding an old black buffalo, unsmiling, eerie and cold, holding a soul-cutting scythe, extremely fast, soul-snatching and killing in an instant.

From the west came a thin ghost boy dressed in white and a charming female ghost. These two ghosts are not all the way, they just happen to bump into each other.

The magic weapon of the white-clothed ghost boy is a blood-colored folding fan, which seems to be as slow as a leisurely swim in his hand, but it is incompatible with the dusty white clothes, that being said, but the lethality of the folding fan in the young man's hand is definitely not low, coupled with the cruelty and unpredictable tricks, it is a tricky role.

The charming female ghost has a white cloth wrapped around her hand, and the white cloth is like a living thing, which can be expanded to completely envelop a person, wrap the dead in it, until the things inside are completely dead, or it can be broken into thousands of hair-thin lines, distributed everywhere, caught off guard, and the corpse of the person will be broken into ten thousand pieces. It is said that this ghost died by hanging from a beam, and this white cloth is the white silk she used when she died.

Qing Xuan hoped that these two ghosts from the west could meet and have a good fight, and it was best to lose both, so that he could save a lot of effort.

Qing Xuan and Ning Ying continued to walk towards the middle gathering point of the Burning Mountain, and encountered more than a dozen groups of ghosts along the way.

About two days later, the two ghosts of Qingqi and Ningying came to the east mountain not far from the gathering point in the middle of the Burning Mountain.

Qing Xuan squinted his eyes and looked at the situation down the mountain carefully, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn't know if he had seen a flower, and with a snort, Ning Ying thought he had found something, and asked out loud: "Father-in-law, is there anything?"

Qing Xuan walked back to him, sat down on the stone next to him, his face was unfathomable, and the words he said were not at all boundary, "There is not a single good-looking girl in this barren mountain and wilderness."

Ning Ying: ......

His stepfather is at this time, and he still has the leisure to pay attention to the good-looking girl? should I say that he lacks heart, or that he is so crazy that no one can see him......

"Father-in-law" Ning Ying sighed lightly, and the voice in her voice couldn't tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

However, the son that Qing Miao has raised for so many years is not in vain, he still can't figure out what kind of character this kid has, and the deliberately hidden unhappiness is a little revealed, and he immediately noticed it, raised his hand and exerted a little strength, towards the back of Ning Ying's head, "It's not big or small, it's really getting less and less in the eyes of the father-in-law, when calling the father-in-law, you must be respectful, you must be sincere, and you should be called like training your son, is it like words?"

"Son" Ning Ying is very good at screaming, Qing Miao immediately laughed angrily, just wanted to backhand this son who didn't talk like words, but the time and place were not in harmony, and the stone under his butt couldn't see his appearance of "relying on the old and selling the old", with his movements to the right unbalanced crooked, his whole person also followed the weak stone to the right one by one.

Seeing this, Ning Ying quickly grabbed the hand of the little father-in-law, and pulled it hard, pulling it right. The consequence of the excessive force was that he dragged the little father-in-law into his arms, and the man's faint taste mixed with a special smell rushed into his nose, and his heart was out of rhythm for a few times.

Qing Xuanxuan pushed Ning Ying a hand, trying to break free from this inexplicably embarrassing and ambiguous posture, but he couldn't shake off Ning Ying's hand holding him, raised his puzzled eyes and glanced at him, "What are you doing?"

"I didn't take my stepfather in my eyes", Ning Ying said slowly.

Qing Xuan's heart suddenly became empty, accompanied by some anger. What does this little rabbit cub say? He actually dares not to take me in his eyes, am I spoiling him to the point of going to heaven? It seems that if you don't give him a little color, he really doesn't know how thick the sky is!

straightened his expression, put away the smile on his face, and wanted to give Ning Ying a tirade about the primacy of filial piety.

"Because the father-in-law is so important that he can only keep it in his heart" Ning Ying held Qing Xuan's hand tightened, her eyes kept staring at him, and there were some unknown but well-hidden waves rolling in her eyes.

When Qing Xuan heard this, he couldn't die and met Ning Ying's bright and meaningful eyes, and the "tirade" that had just been prepared was instantly thrown in that corner and didn't even know it.

This is such a good reason, but Qing Xuan always sounds weird there, but if you want to say where the weird is, you can't say why.

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