The eaves are covered with bellflowers, and the smell of bellflowers wafts through the house.

Qian Yang placed Hengyu on the bed and took off the black coat that covered her, which was a little soaked, and there were traces of blood.

Under the coat, the blood-stained girl is holding a blooming red flower in her arms.

The petals are slender and life-rich, with blood-red veins that glow red and spread through the long petals.

One by one, with the girl's shallow breathing, the dark fragrance floats. The clusters of petals surging in the hand, like an artifact in the palm, coexist with the girl's life.

There was a rush of footsteps outside the house, and someone rushed to it.

Qianyang walked to the door, and through the door and window, he could see that there was a kraken in the distance.

With green and green hair and a long fishtail, it must be the hopeless Siren God Yue Qiong'an.

He opened the door and looked directly at the newly minted Siren God.

"What?" Although Qian Yang looked at the people in front of him who were not good, his tone was quite polite.

Yue Qiongan looked at the goddess in front of him, he lived in the Xiangshui River these days, and he had never been to Ruoshui Lake. However, I heard that the disciples of Yingzhou live in the generation of Ruoshui Lake, so this must be the wind goddess in front of them.

He also rumored that the wind goddess had a clear and beautiful appearance, and the wind bell flower jade pendant worn around her waist was a token of her divine symbol.

The goddess in front of her naturally has nothing to say about her appearance, she doesn't need to wear heavy makeup, she is beautiful and lovely. It's just that there is no bellflower-shaped jade pendant on the waist, and there is not even any decoration hanging.

Presumably, the rumor is also not credible.

Feeling the gradually changing look of the gentle goddess in front of her, Yue Qiongan immediately returned to China with her eyes.

Passing over Qianyang's head, he looked at Qiao Yuehengyu lying on the bed in the room, holding in his hand exactly what he needed Manzhu Shahua.

Yun Shen, there is salvation.

"Let me in."

Yue Qiongan stretched out her hand to push away the shallow poplar, and was about to create it in the house.

But how could the goddess have such a good temper, she naturally split this dog and monkey with one palm.

Yue Qiong'an was originally very excited, but she was a little stunned by this one. The goddess in front of her was obviously like a green wind, with the face of a willow, but she didn't expect that she was even more powerful than the reckless man who broke the boulder on his chest.

His chest, as if it had been split in half by a palm, was a little breathless.

Qiong An thought, he looks so beautiful and beautiful, and he is a demon and the gods must be more decent in their words, not to mention that Yun Shen loves calligraphy, painting, piano and chess, so he must prefer to be gentle.

Hurriedly changed the monkey's urgency, and said to the goddess of Qianyang: "The little Taoist friend inside is my acquaintance, and she owes me a favor. ”

It's just that the light poplar doesn't eat this set. This little girl was brought over by herself to the Night God King, if this casual demon was let in, what would happen to the little girl, she couldn't afford it.

"What's the matter, you go to the Night God King."

After saying that, he closed the door, ignoring the helpless appearance of the person outside the door slapping on the door frame.

Looking for Si Ming? Yue Qiongan thought, if she could beat that great immortal, would she still be looking for a weak bully here? It's a pity that he met the god of wind, otherwise he would have been there now.

When the Night God Monarch left the competition venue, he was a little worried.

Although he had known that there had been some changes in the Contouring Valley, he did not expect such a big change, listening to what the two elders said.

The beauty valley seems to be trapped by a fantasy, and different people enter it, and the scenery they see is different at four times.

There was a line of little immortals, thinking of going to this changed beauty valley to see what was going on.

When a few people stepped on the foot of this mountain, they couldn't see each other around them, but fortunately they were able to come out safe and sound.

As they say, someone saw the abyss of the underworld, like a cliff and a rift, and there was no bottom in it, and he himself fell in the gap of the slit; Others say that he saw the storm coming in himself

The clouds hovering over his head were like spiraling clouds, and he could not breathe; However, in this strange rumored beauty valley, there are still people who claim to see that under the scorching sun on that sunny day, the rainbow and red glow on the horizon are intertwined, which is so unsightly, as if they have come to a peerless fairyland, and they actually have a sense of lingering.

In short, that place has been quiet and uninhabited for many years, and the strangeness has appeared over the years, which must be inseparable from the demon race.

And the person who is the best at illusion in heaven and earth, except for the mirror fairy Lin Xiao in the heavenly realm, no one dares to call himself the first.

Linxiao, there is indeed a problem.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded again, presumably this time it was the Night God Monarch who came to ask for someone, and Qian Yang stopped healing Qiao Yue Hengyu and walked to the door.

The god outside the door walked into the house and looked at the girl who was sleeping on the bed, and his eyebrows were full of pity.

This awakened flower demon is in the girl's hands at this moment, faintly visible, among the stamens, the red and joyful elf is swirling in the middle.

"How is she?" Si Ming asked Qianyang.

"The injury on the arm is not a big problem, and ordinary immortal medicine can be cured without leaving a scar." Qianyang didn't expect that the thousand-year-old iron tree of the Night God Monarch would also bloom iron flowers.

"It's just that the nightmare is really powerful, and it's hard to wake up without experiencing some memories." Looking at the girl on the bed, Qianyang was also a little worried.

"She'll wake up." Si Ming walked into Hengyu.

The girl's eyebrows were tightly closed, and the injuries caused by the eversion of the flesh on her arms were mostly healed, and there were no traces of scars. It's just that his face is still pale, which makes it difficult to relieve his worries.

It's just that it is urgent to go to Xiurong Mountain, if the demon clan is secretly doing something, and something goes wrong between the operation of heaven and earth, it will not be easy to deal with.

Thinking about it, I can only entrust the little girl to others at this moment, and the wind goddess in front of me is the best choice at this moment.

"Benjun wants to bother the Wind Goddess for something, I don't know what the Wind Goddess wants."

It was obviously the words of annoying others, but the arrogant posture of the god was full, and he did not hope to get help from others at all, and he did not hide the majesty of his strongest god in the heavenly realm.

Qian Yang looked at it with a bitter smile in his heart, obviously it was the Night God Monarch who asked for his help, but it looked like he owed him, but he couldn't help but agree.

"The night god doesn't have to be so polite, Qianyang must do his best." With a smile on her face, the night god couldn't see the bitterness in her heart.

Si Ming looked at it, why did he think that the goddess in front of him was suddenly unreliable.

"Qiyue is also in Penglai, if there is any trouble, you can trouble him." Si Ming looked at Qianyang's waist, and it seemed that there was no wind bell jade pendant pinned.

Qianyang was a little stunned, how could he mention Wushan Qiyue. She hates Wushan Qiyue now, that guy who has no courage and no courage, he doesn't even dare to come to her, what is the use of him.

"The night god, the sky and the earth are big, the mountain god is not a lingering person, presumably you leave this time, the mountain god must follow." Qianyang shook his head unconsciously. "Asyang doesn't need anyone's help."

Si Ming expected it and hooked the corners of his mouth.

"I don't know, where is the wind god's bell flower jade pendant, do you need me to ask the mountain god to help you find it, huh?"

The corners of Qianyang's mouth twitched, and a vicious chill permeated his brain. I didn't expect that this night god would even know her little tricks.

Sure enough, no one can provoke this night god who is in charge of heaven and earth day and night, and the secret in the dark night is the most difficult for people to detect.

The door of the house was suddenly pushed open, and the god in the purple robe, with a bit of hanging, or the grace of a chivalrous man, walked into the house.

Wushan Qiyue looked at Si Ming and Qianyang, as well as Qiao Yue Hengyu who was lying on the bed.

"No, Brother Si, you're actually..."Wushan Qiyue couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

But the fact is that Si Ming came over and gave Qiyue a slap of the Heavenly Spirit Cover, and wanted to retract the idea just now and kick Wushan Qiyue out.

Even the opportunity that had just been created for Qiyue and Qianyang, Si Ming felt particularly redundant at the moment.

"Get out." The words that popped out of his mouth made Wushan Qiyue close the door and walk out.

Si Ming straightened his expression and said to Qianyang again: "I think that Benjun's decision just now is too hasty, and I believe that Qianyang Goddess will be able to complete it by herself." ”

Qianyang didn't speak, just raised her sleeves to hide her face and smiled, the look in her eyes revealed that she couldn't figure it out herself.

"Please also ask the night god if you can tell you where Qianyang is going this time, or wait for the little girl to wake up and tell you one or two."

What Qian Yang said is also reasonable, the little girl and him have already expressed their intentions, if no one knows if they go again, they don't want to lose their temper.

"Contour Mountain."

After Si Ming took his hands, he walked out of the house.

Wushan Qiyue was standing under the tree not far behind the door of the house at the moment, groping for the bellflower jade pendant in her hand, not knowing that Si Ming was approaching.

"You really love to stay under the tree." Si Ming stood behind Wushan Qiyue, and the sudden sound of speech frightened Wushan Qiyue.

Qiyue hurriedly put the jade pendant in her hand into the cuffs, pretending to be casual.

"Si Ming, when did you become so eccentric that you even did such a thing as scaring me."

"How long have you been carrying other people's jade pendants first?"

Wushan Qiyue looked at the serious, dignified, handsome Shenjun in front of him in shock, how could he get on with him for such a thing as stealing chickens and touching dogs, if he didn't catch up, how could he know about this jade pendant.

"I, no, you." Thinking too much, Qiyue was confused for a while.

"Give you the opportunity to fight for it, don't waste it."

Si Ming left, and Wushan Qiyue took out the jade pendant he had just put in from his cuffs.

The jade pendant still had the residual warmth in his hand just now, and he also thought that he should seize this opportunity.

The girl lying on the bed, her eyebrows were originally peaceful, but at the moment they wrinkled, as if she was recalling some painful past.

In her dreams, there is always a sea of fiery red flowers, like a hot volcano, spreading into her eyes, and even her pupils have turned red.

The red flower sea elf, wandering aimlessly.

She can fly, but she is still like a walking corpse, aimlessly wandering in the sea of lost flowers.

The sea of flowers was very large, she insisted on leaving, even if the ground was lying flat, there were still blood stains, and even the ground was covered with eye-catching red.

Eerie, quiet, quietly extending in this sea of flowers that makes people look quiet.

Lonely travel, like Manju Sawa rooted here, grows in the underworld that refuses the light of the sky.