The sharp nails were like a knife, stabbing into Mo Qingye's throat, stirring desperately, but he had nothing to vomit, except for blood or blood.

tortured him for more than ten minutes, and the painting bones seemed to be tired, and he sat on the ground with a little drunkenness and also decadence, with his back against the barrel, and his bright red clothes were spread on the ground, "That goblin is called Meimei, you recognize it, right?" ”

"Giggles, he'd rather die himself than drag Wuming into the water, it's really stupid!"

"Isn't he stupid?"

"But he's too whimsical, it's not so easy to die without a ghost, giggles, haha!" The emotions of the painting bone rose and fell, and at this moment there was a touch of happiness, "He died in vain, at most, he temporarily consumed some of the mana of the Immortal, this ghost world will never change hands, it will always be his Immortal!" ”

Mo Qingye couldn't hear what he was saying anymore, his body was hot from the inside out, as if there was a fire spreading from the bottom of his heart, at this moment, the painting bone suddenly came to him again, his arm propped up on the edge of the barrel and stared at him and said, "Don't you be stupid, for whom, is it worth it, don't you see it, he even has a daughter, look at that child is half a year old, giggles, Mo Qingye, you might as well obediently obey me, I can still treat your body well, one day I have used enough, find a better one, and I can return it to you, Giggles. ”

"Why do you love him so much, why! What exactly did he give you! ”

"It's ridiculous that you stupid demons are being played with by me and Wei Lao in the palm bones without knowing it."

Painting Bone stimulated the unconscious person in front of him with the most scathing words, "Actually, he won't die, even if you don't obey me, he won't die!" Silly, giggles, I'm so happy to see you destroy yourselves for each other like this. ”

A vicious smile appeared on his blood-red lips, and he told about the deception with great interest, "Elder Wei needs his exercises, and I, I need your body, this is not a matter of concern at all." If I have to say that there is something to do with it, it is used to blackmail you. After a pause, "I heard that you are careful of your liver, cluck, even if you choose to die in the first place, it will not change his ending." You must have lived a miserable life for so long, and you can see that you are an arrogant person, and I, heh, have heard some things about you. After that, the sharp edge in his eyes seemed to be a little darker, and then he suddenly raised his voice and laughed wildly, laughing so vividly, as if an invisible blade had cut through his flesh and blood, stinging and happy, dark and distorted, "What can be arrogant, what can you do if you were once a god of the Nine Heavens!" It's not that I'm tortured and insulted every day in my house, giggles, hahaha! I'm going to break your arrogance and your wings! ”

"I've never soared through the Nine Heavens." Mo Qingye suddenly said coldly.

The face of the painting bone changed suddenly, he didn't expect that this person could still understand his words now, and he could still make such a rational answer, "What did you say?!" What did you just say, what did you say......"

There was no response, and Mo Qingye's eyes were still empty.

"I ask you what you just said! You repeat. The expression of the painted bones suddenly fell into a kind of messiness, with a faint fear, "Impossible, absolutely impossible......"

In fact, he was too worried, Mo Qingye only faintly heard the Nine Heavens, the gods, these two words pierced into the corner of his soul like a blade, stirring up the will that remained, and he would silently say such a sentence.

This may be the regret of his life. He used to be in the immortal class, but he never received the respect and pride he deserved, but he was despised by the scorn, they pointed fingers at him behind his back, ridiculing him as a demigod and half demon, a shame for the fairy world, and even more shameful for the entire dragon clan.

Dragon, the most precious and beautiful existence in the world.

However, he is not a dragon, and the other half of his soul flows in his veins.

That's the blood of the lich.

He has become a stain on the dragon clan, and he has become the rebel scale of the most noble clan above the nine heavens.

Fu Lingxiao wanted to get rid of him, and there were many sanctimonious immortals who also wanted to put him to death as soon as possible.

But he never disdained it, and only a proud sneer was in return for them.

In the end, his fall from the sky did not know how many immortals were annoyed, and they only hated themselves for not being able to pour more ink on him in time, and left no room for sarcasm and ridicule. Mo Qingye's departure made them feel bored, without the criticism of the public, without the platform to belittle others and elevate themselves, they could no longer show how noble and glorious they were. But they were jealous of his courage and determination, such a thing was not done by any god. What kind of courage and courage does that take?

The difference between immortals and demons is not only the height of the Nine Heavens.

Of course, Mo Qingye understands this.

However, he never regretted it.

The only regret for him is that he couldn't live happily in the fairy world for a day and enjoy the infinite scenery.

To say regret is to regret that you failed to commit suicide in the first place.

The painting bone was still pacing in a panic in front of his eyes, and it was easy to deal with Mo Qingye, a goblin whose power had been sealed, with his profound mana, and there would never be any omissions.

It seems that he took it lightly, and at this moment, this python demon can still have a clear consciousness, no! It must be cut off and eradicated.

However, he was reluctant to hurt this skin, it seems that Mo Qingye has not completely broken off his thoughts, these days I heard Xing'er say that he has lost all his thoughts, and he has broken the last trace of struggle, and he is still silently fighting in his heart. Thinking of this, the painting bone smiled coldly, just one step away, the plan can be accomplished! I didn't expect to have to waste my thoughts. When it comes to torture people, he has everything, and he wants to cut off his remaining hope and perseverance from the deepest part of his soul, so that he will be completely reduced to a shell. In fact, if it is forcibly taken away, it is not impossible to draw bones, but that will cause a situation where two souls will fight, and the best way is to let Mo Qingye's soul completely die.

It seems that the pain is not enough. The bewitching red-clothed man suddenly stopped and looked out the window at the dark night.

Then he stepped forward and dragged Mo Qingye up from the water, his pale fingertips gently brushed his blood-stained shirt, and the tulle was wet and sticking to the emaciated body, and every bone seemed to be seen real. "Baby, are you hot?"

The smile on the corner of the painting bone mouth was even bigger, "I'll take you outside to cool off." ”

In November, the ghost world dripped into ice, and the painting bones dragged Mo Qingye all the way to the courtyard.

"It's getting cooler, that's good, giggle."

(New Year, thanks again to the big guys for their support!) Appreciate. ）