It was entangled 100,000 years ago.

However, according to the records in the later history books, everyone thinks that the priest was a real scumbag.

Summoned all the clans to besiege the Honghuang Temple, and even finally forced the God of Creation to commit suicide by sacrificing to the Yuan God, which was the leader he led.

Obviously, everyone knew it at that time, and the two of them were in love with each other.

Just because of such a play, it turned into an enemy in the end.

It's just that after the death of the creator god, the priests also followed the martyrdom, so that future generations have nothing to say.

They never dreamed that they would have the opportunity to appreciate the gossip of 100,000 years ago in this life.

Provided, of course, that they may be in danger to their lives.

Outside the Qingluan mirror, the Cangxu puppet had been waiting for a long time, and Huang Qianqian glanced at the things they had prepared, revealing a satisfied smile.

"Not bad." She waved her hand, and the things that had been placed in a circle were hidden: "Keep searching, the last person, you must find Jiu Lixiao." ”

"That'...... What about the Yunlin Ghost King? "It stands to reason that he should be missing.

Huang Qianqian glanced out: "Isn't this coming?" There's no need to look for it. ”

Sure enough, the missing person returned, and Yunlin Qiancheng was still holding a flower in his hand, which was a three-born lotus.

"Ah Qian, you're awake." There was a hint of surprise on his face, and he had thought it would be a little longer before she would wake up.

"Brother, what if I'm always awake?"

Anyway, now that we've had a showdown with that thing, it doesn't matter if some things don't come out.

"Oh, so you're worried about him and that's why he's been acting?"

He knew her well, very well.

"Anyway, nothing else, you come and see this, the flower in the night, it seems to have some signs of withering."

Sure enough, among the three separate lotus plants, the blue one obviously had a withered feeling.

Huang Qianqian's eyebrows jumped, and she was very angry.

"Explain to me why this is happening?"

[I don't know, I didn't do anything, Shen Yexi has no use value for me, looking at your face, I won't touch her.] ]

"You didn't move?" She sneered: "If it wasn't for your hands and feet, who in this world can beat her?" ”

[……] Something that somehow carries the black pot.

I'm not, I don't, don't be nonsense!

Something didn't know that he didn't do it, so he directly chose the worst, silence.

Huang Qianqian regarded this kind of silence as a tacit acquiescence, and a certain emotion that was faintly suppressed in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"How's the negotiation?" Yunlin Qiancheng asked.

He knew that she was the only one in this world who could directly negotiate with that thing.

"Death doesn't admit it." She took out a dagger: "No way, let's use my blood first." ”

After all, the three lotus flowers are born together, and she directly uses her own blood to nourish them, which is very useful.

As soon as the words fell, her hand did not pause at all, and directly cut her wrist.

Bright red, with a faint golden glow, blood flowed out little by little.

Slowly dripped on the blue lotus.

It works well and it shows up quickly.

The blue, withering lotus flower began to slowly become more energetic.

Vitality is recovering little by little.