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It was an extraordinarily spacious, empty cell.

There was no one in the room, or any Bloodline.

On the ground, there is a layer of hay, and I don't know what it is for.

In the center of the hay, there is a large square indentation.

It should have been some kind of heavy object, a trail left behind.

Ying Di searched around the house and found nothing suspicious.

He walked up to Twilight and said suspiciously, "We've searched all the places, but we haven't found Changxi. Could he not be here at all? ”

Twilight narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes glowing with silver, and said, "It's too early to make a decision." ”

"But there's really no one here."

Ying Tu didn't want to dampen Twilight's self-confidence, but he could only tell the truth.

Twilight didn't speak again.

She walked over to the hay, crouched down, and searched the grass carefully.

Ying Tu also searches for Twilight Leave.

Although, he didn't know what Twilight was looking for.

After a while, Twilight suddenly stopped.

In the grass, she touched an electronic bracelet.

On the electronic bracelet, a string of laser codes is engraved.

It was an unfamiliar string of barcodes.

The specific numbers translated are: five ones, five zeros.

"What is this?" Ying Tu frowned, his expression displeased.

Now, is human science and technology so developed?

He couldn't read it......

Twilight glanced at Ying Di lightly, raised her lips lightly, and said, "State secrets, refuse to share." ”

"You ......" Ying Di choked instantly.

Does this woman regard him as a member of the family?

He's a fiancé! Fiance!

Twilight no longer cares about Win.

She put away her bracelet and looked along the four walls of the room.

There was a light smile on the corner of her lips.

The faint smile, floating in the dim light, beautiful and soft, looming.

In fact, she didn't know what the numbers on the barcode represented.

However, she will never confess this secret to Yingdi.

She is the Empress of the Blood.

Astronomy is known, geography is known.

Flying away from the sky and the earth, omnipotent.

How could you lose in the hands of a small barcode?

Ying Tu followed behind Twilight, looking aimlessly.

A bright light flashed in his vision, coming from the opposite wall.

He ran over quickly, and was immediately ecstatic: "Twilight, come here, there is a painting here." ”

"Painting?" Twilight was puzzled and walked over.

She lifted the oil lamp and let the light shine on the wall.

I saw that a huge blood lotus flower slowly appeared on the wall.

It was a blood lotus flower printed on the scriptures of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

It is depicted with the blood of real people.

The color is deep and dark.

Lifelike.

The blood stains on the wall had long since dried up, forming pieces of cracked blood powder.

Under the walls, there were a few traces of blood.

Come to think of it, it should be the crimson cinnabar that the person who painted accidentally dripped down.

"This is the Buddhist swastika?" In Ying Di's eyes, it was hard to hide the shock.

An entire wall of swastikas.

To say the least, there are thousands.

Who is it, so hearty? Or, is it boredom?

In the middle of the night in the empty and lonely.

Painting with his own blood, he depicts one after another, majestic, mountain-like swastika lotus.

Twilight stood in front of the wall, silent for a long time.

Her eyes were as deep and rich as the light of the North Star.

At a glance, you can't see the bottom color.

She carried the thin fingers of the oil lamp and shook it gently.

Suddenly, tightened.

"Win the ......" Twilight said softly, speaking slowly.

She seemed to be seriously ill, and her aura suddenly became weak.

She called softly, the beautiful boy beside her.

Ying Tu turned to look sideways at Twilight.

He noticed that Twilight's face was pale and his expression didn't seem quite right: "Twilight, what's wrong with you?" ”

Twilight shook her head slightly, a hint of tiredness welling up between her brows.

She lowered her eyes deeply, obscuring the dim silver light at the bottom of her pupils.

Her voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a little weakness: "Changxi, in their hands." ”

"How do you know? We haven't found Chang Xi's words ...... "Ying Tu" came to an abrupt end.

Twilight interrupted Yingdi.

She raised her head, looked at the beautiful blooming blood lotus on the wall, and said, "Yingdi, look carefully, in the center of the stamen of that blood lotus, there is a word stacked with Buddhist swastikas. It's 'Chang'......"

Chang is Chang Xi.

In the blood clan, Chang Xi's best personal preference is 'painting language'.

He can paint the most priceless and beautiful picture in the world.

Pure and holy, innocent.

can also be in that picture scroll, cunning tricks, hidden murderous intentions.

Like a sharp blade, murderous and bloodthirsty invisible.

People in the world say: It is difficult to draw dragons and tigers, and it is difficult to know people and faces.

However, Chang Xi has gone through thousands of years and thousands of catastrophes, but she has never left the twilight.

He has been silently guarding Twilight's side, never abandoning, and accompanying Twilight to the end.

In the end, he finally bore the brunt of the blood civil strife, leading most of the blood clan away for Twilight.

Let Twilight Li be able to fight his way out of the encirclement.

If you must use words to describe the thousand-year-long, entangled emotion.

Then, knowing Changxi at dusk should be courtesy for three lives.

And Chang Xi knows each other at dusk, so he should burn his heart and break his life.

Perhaps, there is also a trace of strange feelings that cannot be clearly told......

However, Chang Xi is now in the hands of human hunters.

Twilight thought that Chang Xi might lie on the cold dissection table, with her hands and feet cut off and her skull hollowed out.

In her stomach, she couldn't help but feel a burst of sourness and retching inexplicably.

She, irrepressibly, was immersed in grief.

Unable to extricate himself, the pain was suffocating.

Ying Tu looked at the wall in a daze, the crimson and elegant Buddha singing lotus.

Under his light purple eyes, fine particles of light slowly flowed.

Actually, he didn't know Chang Xi.

In the past long years, he had very little contact with Chang Xi.

Win Tu only remembers.

Thousands of years ago, it was a fairy man who had no quarrel with the world, was beautiful and elegant, and did not eat the fireworks of the world.

This fairy man is dressed in white, full of economy, like a poem.

In particular, he was born with a brilliant pen.

It can depict the most beautiful and expensive 'love painting' in the world.

Once, in Middle-earth after the Don.

The heroine of that side is in the court, looking at the prosperous land of the world.

This fairy man's picture of a hundred flowers night banquet actually provoked the entire Sunset City overnight, and there were no hundreds of flowers competing to bloom.

Sui'er, summoned by the empress, with a reward of 10 million.

Its name has spread all over the world.

He has a very gentle female name: Chang Xi.

When Ying Di first heard the name, he couldn't help but laugh.

He asked curiously, "Twilight, Chang Xi is a good man, why do you call such a woman's name?" ”

Twilight narrowed a pair of silver eyes, and a few dangerous lights burst out from the bottom of them.

She raised the corners of her lips slightly, hid the knife in her smile, and said, "It's the name I chose for him, are you jealous?" ”