The eerie courtyard was always dead silent, and the lanterns outside the courtyard walls were never extinguished. Swaggering in the cold night wind, bewitching the people who pass by.

Mo Qingye's mind became increasingly blurred, and after subjectively giving up, the effect of this blood soup seemed to have multiplied several times at once. But he's enjoying it now, the feeling of letting go of everything.

Raising his hand from the red soup, staring at a drop of blood red dripping from his fingertips, this hand that once held the sword, I am afraid that he will never have the strength to lift the sword in the future, he has been in the demon world for more than 30,000 years, he really never expected that it would be the end of today. The trajectory of fate can never be recognized, it has been lost in the vast mist of the road.

Qingye slowly hooked the corners of his mouth, no longer as painful as before. I remember when I first started soaking in the blood soup, the pain that devoured my heart and bones was indescribable, like my body being peeled off layer by layer. With the excruciating pain came the obscurity of will, and he knew that it was the poison in the blood that was eating away at his soul, his memory, and his skull.

He was still struggling to resist, using the last remaining strength in his body to resist and resist, but now what's the point, just let his 30,000-year-old Taoism be sealed forever in darkness, I just wanted to, I wanted to...... Hehe, it's ridiculous to say this, he laughed deeply at himself, too stupid, why is he so stupid. Still thinking...... Scold. The candle flame flickered and reflected a pool of blood red, and the extremely charming man kept smiling on his lips, so cold, so snarky, and then he closed his eyes and let himself be completely immersed in a pool of red.

Like the most poisonous poppy, little by little it entered his brain. Nerves numbed and plunged into empty darkness.

Until, a string of hateful familiar laughter broke through the door.

Now Mo Qingye's reaction is getting slower and slower, obviously hearing laughter, but he realizes that it will take a while for someone to come in.

"Heart, how's it going?" The painting bone looked as if he had drunk, and his cheeks were flushed, which made him look more like a woman, dressed in red for many years, swaying her waist and walking to the barrel, smiling very happily, as if she had encountered something very happy, "Baby, you don't know yet, yes, how do you know, giggles." ”

Seeing that Mo Qingye was still sinking in the water, his dark hair floating on the bright red like scattered seaweed, the painting bone was stunned, and he blinked and patted the edge of the barrel, "Be careful of your liver, are you trying to die?" Come out, good, cluck. ”

He naturally knew that what he said to Mo Qingye now was basically a stone sinking into the sea, and he treated Mo Qingye as if he were himself, because this body was soon his bones, he reached in and grabbed Qingye's arm, gently lifted him out of the water, looked at it with great concern, and then leaned over slightly and stroked the blood beads on his face with the back of his fingers, everything seemed so gentle and pitying, "It's not good for your health, cluck." ”

A pair of dark blue eyes reflected a piece of red, endless magnificence, Mo Qingye looked at him coldly, his expression was empty, and he seemed to have no focus.

"I'm telling you, something has happened to Wuming." The only way to talk to this beautiful person in front of him is the safest, because he neither knows how to say it, nor does he understand it, so he didn't hide the schadenfreude in his heart, leaned against the barrel wall bewitchingly, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect him to be such a calculating person as today, giggles, how can you not laugh at me." ”

As for Mo Qingye, he heard the sound of painting bones, but it seemed to float from a long distance, and it took a long time to swim from his ears to his mind. He also saw the red and bright figure of the painted bones, smiling wildly, but also like a shadow standing far away.

"Thousands of calculations, but they were calculated by the person next to the pillow, haha." The painting bone muttered to himself, not expecting Mo Qingye to have any reaction, as long as there was a living creature listening to it, "Do you know who the person who harmed him is, I guess you still recognize it, baby." ”

There was no echo in the dark room, and the painting bone turned his eyes, looked at Mo Qingye again, and then smiled, "I'm still a little lonely like you, let me listen to it somehow, it's good to know that you're still alive, don't you say it's baby." Immediately, he grabbed Mo Qingye's jaw, his pale fingers tightened suddenly, and a vicious flame ignited in his eyes again, "You haven't even reached the stage where you can't even speak." After a pause, he suddenly roared with a crazy look in his eyes, "Speak to me!" Say! ”

Shrill voices of non-male and non-female voices echoed through the empty room, making the dark and cold night more ghostly and eerie, and shrouded in a chilling twisted madness.

Mo Qingye always stared at him coldly, without anger or sorrow, and his green eyes were empty from beginning to end, as if his soul was long gone.

The jaw was pinched by the painted bones and gurgled, and a bright red shadow seemed to be as hideous and crazy as if it was out of control in an instant. He heard it, but he would not utter a word.

"Don't say yes, yes!" The eyes of the painted bones were confused and crazy, the hatred that had been deposited in the depths of the soul for hundreds of thousands of years, and the pain surged in an instant, all of which were vented on this man who was even more beautiful than him, he grabbed Mo Qingye's shoulders and pressed him into the blood again and again, "Speak!" Speak to me! ”

The fragrant blood soup poured into Qingye's mouth, and he was choked and coughed, unable to breathe.

The line of sight was a swaying blood red, like a tragic and eerie nightmare.

"I'll make you hard-mouthed!" The painting bone that fell into an uncontrollable state stuck in Mo Qingye's throat like a demonic barrier, and he pressed hard inch by inch of his hand, until a bright red liquid like water slipped from the corner of his lips, and then he suddenly let go of his hand, and gasped rapidly, "Be careful liver, I'm not right, don't be like this, my body......" and hurriedly held Qingye's cheek, "You can't die now, I want your body, laugh one, give me a smile." ”

Mo Qingye squinted at him slightly, and the bottom of his magnificent eyes was bone-chilling coldness and despair.

He was not unconscious, he was so arrogant in his life, just because he didn't want to endure the gossip of the fairy world, he jumped down from Sendai and never bowed his head to anyone.

Life is better than death. Yes. And now he can't survive and die, and he doesn't even have the strength to bite his tongue and kill himself.

Then he laughed.

The smile is very dejected and meaningless.

"It's just baby, you still look good when you smile." The painting bone is like a split personality, and the enchanting face is sometimes distorted and crazy, and sometimes suffers from gains and losses, "Have you taken today's medicine?" ”

Mo Qingye's gaze moved away from him and looked at the swaying nothingness.

"Eat, be careful of your liver, and speak."

"Say! Have you eaten it? ”

"Don't you say yes, giggles, then let you spit it out and show me!"

(Happy New Year to my friends!) Succeed in your studies, work well, and make a lot of money! ）