The crescent moon was like a sickle, the light light was widespread, and under the shadow of a viewing tree, the purple float floated like the shadow of a tree for several hours.

He had come to find Gu Wangchen, because he was going to come tonight to discuss the specific action.

But since I came, I have been seeing Meng Xiaopao's figure and never left.

I don't know exactly what the situation is in the house.

Perception secretly checked, and the information fed back was that Gu Wangchen had been sleeping, and he didn't wake up after sleeping for two hours.

Meng Xiaopao, who takes care of the lonely dust, is actually not a stranger to herself, maybe Meng Xiaopao doesn't know herself, but she knows her, and her immortal name has been widely spread in the Demon Bone Cave.

In the past two hours, I have thought about going in to have a look, but I am a little hesitant to think of my special identity.

Gu Wangchen is now the Lord of Mo, but he is the protector of the Demon Bone Cave, and it will be strange to meet secretly with these two identities.

The perception was still inside, and the room was covered with something like medicine but more like mud.

Her movements were very gentle, and she didn't know how to get the dense wounds on her body, and those wounds looked quite terrible at this time.

The mud-like medicine was smeared on his skin little by little by Meng Xiaopaw's hand, and as the medicine mud covered him, his wound seemed to be faintly recovering.

Meng Xiaopao's movements were very fast, and after wiping the former body of Gu Wangchen, he flipped it over with his only remaining left hand.

After turning the dust over, she continued to apply the clay in the bowl with her left hand again.

I had actually observed her secretly before, and her right hand was sound at that time, but at this time, it was not, her right hand was transformed by spiritual power, and in order to hold the bowl, she simulated it with a spirit.

Her swift speed made it possible to see only a manual afterimage, followed by the thin mud that quickly covered the skin of the Forgotten Dust.

The bottom of the bowl was empty, and Gu Wangchen's body was wrapped in blood-colored mud.

It's almost winter, and the weather is cool at night.

After she completed all the actions, she covered the quilt on Lonely Dust, and her figure disappeared magically after the quilt was covered.

Although she was gone, she had to wait a little longer for the sake of safety.

The night in the courtyard is silent except for silence.

Zifu fell into silence, and the soul life waited with him.

Meng Xiaopao's severed hand soul was discovered early in the morning, because the evil god told the situation in advance with the same voice, so he didn't have much anxiety.

Meng Xiaopao can do things calmly, then it means that she is out of danger.

As long as a corresponding recovery method is found, then the severed limbs can be regenerated.

At this time, you should observe what the purpose of the lurking person is, and the most important thing is to distinguish whether he is a good person or a bad person.

More than ten minutes passed.

In the Purple Pavilion, Zifu finally made a move.

After a long wait, he cautiously floated towards Lonely Forgotten Dust, his black shadow-like body strangely passed through the wall, and then floated to the side of Lonely Forgotten Dust's bed.

As he approached, his shadow-like body gradually turned into reality.

With black hair and black clothes, his complexion is white and clean, and his face is handsome and cold.

Jun Leng's face has a slight dark coldness, and he looks like a person who is not easy to get close to.

After his figure was fully revealed, he reached out to probe the snort of the lonely dust lying on the side of his face.

The fingers poked out for a long time, and when he retracted it, there was only an incredulous look on his face.

He withdrew his fingers and reached for the major artery in his neck again.

It was a long time, and this time the emotion on his face as he withdrew his fingers was the stubbornness of not being able to accept the facts.

From his expression, it could be seen that the answer after his temptation was that Lonely Dust was dead.

He began to retreat with an unwilling expression, and as he retreated, his figure turned into an illusory black shadow again.

Secretly the soul knew that this man might be a subordinate of Lonely Forgotten Dust, and there was no need to hide it anymore with the answer.

The body came out of the shadows, and what others saw was someone else, and at this time, he still had to check the situation of Lonely Dust.

In the Heart-Eater Bracelet.

Meng Xiaopao lay quietly in the spiritual jade cocoon in the center of the main hall of the Nine Nirvana Derivative Tower.

At this time, the devouring heart also sat on the ground with a coffin-like jade cocoon.

His face has not changed much, his white hair is still so pure white, but his breath is a little different.

This breath is the kind of breath that first appeared, and it is a breath that warms people's hearts.

In the earliest period, he didn't have a deep sense of the city, but only warm words, easy-going and close, like a heart-warming big brother.

I don't know when it started, but his breath slowly changed.

From heart-warming step by step to unpredictable, sometimes even unfathomable illusions.

Since when?

It seems to have been after handing over the rules of travel in the world of the Hearteater.

Perhaps it was because he handed over a part of the control that the evil god's machine spirit was excessively consumed, so it was this opportunity that gave another machine spirit more opportunity to control.

With these two machine spirits, the evil god made it very clear that they had become one, and no matter what his appearance was, at this time his body was separated.

One good and one evil coexist, how can we judge when it is good and when it is evil?

Evil, evil gods, and sudden thoughts make people's hearts tremble.

In the end, it is the instrument spirit of the evil god that is 'right' or the instrument spirit of the evil god who is crowned 'evil'.

Do you think about this hypothesis?

A different inference can be the exact opposite.

You can't get into the horns of the 'word', good and evil are just a metaphor.

If the instrument spirit called 'evil' is the evil god's, then why does the evil god use his essence blood to refine his own instrument spirit?

It's a contradiction here, and if it doesn't make sense, it proves that you are wrong.

A tree has too many branches, and each branch may bear a different fruit.

But is it really that complicated?

Maybe it's just a tree with a trunk.

Everyone's mind is different, and no one knows who is thinking what, let alone whose thoughts are closest to reality.

Heart-devouring words like a warm brother broke the silence of the hall:

"How's it going? Did it grow out? ”

In the spirit chalcedony jade cocoon, Meng Xiaopao gritted his teeth tightly before he replied in a tone that pretended to be nothing:

"Not yet, I've just grown bones now."

As soon as the words fell, he quickly gritted the root of his teeth.

Leaning on the jade cocoon, the devouring heart seemed to be a little confused, he looked at the temple wall in front of him with his eyes and whispered:

"I feel like I've forgotten something, what is it?"

Although the voice was small, Meng Xiaopao still heard it word for word.

I wanted to use chat to transfer the pain of the growth of my right hand, and my tone suppressed the pain again and said flatly:

"It's better if you don't remember, after all, those things are not something you can control alone."