"Give it up." He said quietly, and his tone was very relaxed, "So you and I are relaxed, giggles." ”

The light and shadow swayed in the line of sight, like a broken starlight, Mo Qingye felt that breathing was so difficult, but why was he still alive! At this time, the eyes of the painted bones suddenly turned, and he seemed to think of some idea again, and said with a smile, "It seems that this is not possible, I still have to let you know." ”

The words fell, but seeing his wrist slightly, a pitch-black flower bloomed in the palm of his hand, the petals were as clear as obsidian, and a petal wrapped around the stamen, which was beautiful, but extremely charming.

"This trick may be a bit far-fetched to use on Wushen, but it is more than enough to deal with you." The painting bone said that his hand was lightly raised upward, and the black rose was thrown into the air, as if thousands of flowers bloomed in an instant, and the overwhelming black petals fell one after another, "Heart and liver, beautiful, gurgle." ”

A black rain of flowers. Enveloped the moonlight and obscured the starlight. Ethereal descending from Mo Qingye's sight, boundless, blurring his pupils and imprinting into his soul.

This is the unique illusion of painting bones - manipulating various colors to confuse people's minds.

Red, representing agitation, impulsiveness, and enthusiasm, can make the caster go crazy and crazy, and are generally fascinated by the red beauty and charm, and can't take half of their eyes off it. It was this method that was used on Wushen's body before-Red Flame Ecstasy, but unfortunately, Wushen's Taoism was profound, and except for a few holes in his clothes that were burned, he couldn't disturb his mind at all.

Black undoubtedly represents despair.

Mo Qingye, who was dying and had his mana stripped of his mana, had no ability to resist this bewitchment.

Obsidian-like petals swept across his eyes, merging with the turquoise.

It's beautiful. He looked at the black rose in a daze and smiled palely.

He didn't need any of that, because he was already desperate.

And the black flower rain completely extinguished the last vestiges of the remaining thoughts.

The smile of the painting bones in the enchanting formation of a stark contrast with the pouring darkness, and the hook has become the strongest color in the world, as red as blood, as black as the night.

Mo Qingye felt that he had become ethereal, as if everything was just an illusion. This world never existed.

He was like a speck of dust, unable to find a place to stand, let alone a reason to live. Then, the red and bright shadow stretched over the flower rain and walked towards him.

The movement is very slow, with a gesture of invitation.

"It's time, baby." ”

Mo Qingye nodded, raised his head and looked at the night sky, the black rose obscured a lonely moon, and there were no stars, so beautiful, so beautiful that it was desperately beautiful. "Yes, yes."

"Giggles, can you finally hear me? I thought you were really stupid. Hua Gu raised his hand leisurely as he spoke, and his bloodless fingertips gently scratched Mo Qingye's chest, "If it weren't for you, I would have ...... you a long time ago Cluck. ”

"It's never too late to do it." Mo Qingye didn't look at him, for some reason, when those petals came into his eyes one after another, his mind seemed to be much clearer, and he was no longer unconscious and confused as before.

"I won't do it, this body is mine." The imperceptible ambiguity swept through the eyes of the painted bones, and there was a piercing coldness, "However, it's still okay to taste it, giggles." ”

Mo Qingye didn't hear the implicit meaning of his words, his heart was as lonely as an empty mountain, the night breeze was coming, it was cold for a while, his body trembled slightly, life was really like a passing cloud, a nothingness. Just as he sank in the eternal night, his body suddenly fell forward lightly, and Ding Ling, who was imprisoned in his hands and feet, fell to the ground. Losing his center of gravity and dependence, he was like a weightless piece of paper floating lightly on the ground, covered with ice crystals and green silk, with extreme coldness and enchantment.

The painting bone also squatted in front of him on his knees, reaching out to lift his chin, "You are more beautiful than this flower, but it's a pity, cluck, it's a pity that your life is not good." In fact, my life is not very good, but I know how to endure better than you, understand the world, and know how to bow my head and accept my fate, so I live happier than you. ”

Mo Qingye struggled to support himself, fell lightly, and said with a cold smile, "Happy? That's just your own words. ”

If this sentence stabs the invisible blade again to the distorted and gloomy heart of the painting bone, the more people who say that they are very happy, the more unhappy they may be, and they are afraid that others will know.

"It seems that I am still too kind to you!" After the words fell, he stood up under the brush of painting bones, staring at Mo Qingye condescendingly, and suddenly giggled, sharp and presumptuous, with a kind of arrogance that ruled the whole world, "No matter how unbearable my painting bones are, they are better than you today!" ”

"That's what you said." Mo Qingye smiled bitterly, "People like me, maybe it should be this kind of demon, I don't even have the qualifications to look at the blue sky, I should have fallen into the Yellow Spring, I didn't expect to spend more than 30,000 years in vain, death, is the best relief and destination, for me, for this floating life like a dream." ”

Even he couldn't believe how he said this to the painting bones, as if it was no longer himself, but he couldn't help himself, his heart was full of gloom and darkness, like walking in a dark wilderness, and then when he was exhausted, he chose to give up in vain, and waited for the kiss of death with a bitter smile of resignation.

"Come on baby, you're about to be free, but before that, giggles, I still have a wish to fulfill." Hearing that he was finally on the road, he felt much more at ease, although he had achieved his goal, but he also wanted to be more sharp and ruthless to completely destroy the thoughts of the person in front of him, so that he could taste the most bone-eating humiliation. That's more memorable than love and hate. Pulling Mo Qingye up, he was as thin and light as paper, and walked towards the room.

Of course, he won't hurt his body that is about to arrive, as the so-called point is up. A fire was lit in the room, and a warm breath rushed towards him, and the extreme cold and warmth were staggered in an instant, making Mo Qingye feel even more dizzy.

"Baby, it's been so long, and I haven't appreciated you properly." He was put on the bed and looked at him with a charming and mocking look, "No, you have to be sober, so that you can remember everything that happened today, and you can remember what happened today, and you can never forget my painting bones." ”

Outside the window lattice, it was still raining black flowers, the fire was clear and swaying, the red silk tent was warm, and the painting bone used the tip of the index finger to lightly touch the eyebrows of Mo Qingye, and then faded the red robe on his body very freely, and said with a smile, "Spring Festival, don't waste this good time, you say be careful of your liver." ”

I don't know what kind of magic power he has condensed, Mo Qingye felt that the haze that had been hidden in front of him for a long time suddenly disappeared, and his will was so sober, but he couldn't shake off the thick despair, "You ......!" What do you want to do to Ben-kun! ”