The humiliation was beyond measure, and when he shook his hands and slowly fell to himself, he no longer had any hope for a good end, only hoping that this would end soon. But in this state, it would be a miracle if he could react, and the gaze of the painted bones was entangled with him inch by inch, the most mocking scrutiny.

"Xinhe, it seems that I need to help the trouble." Painted bones said lightly, "Okay, then I'll recreate the memory for you." ”

I didn't see him make any moves, Mo Qingye's already vague memory suddenly burst into the sky, and that scene, that familiar person, broke into his mind again, so real that it seemed to be right in front of him. Not only the night in this house, but also many before it. My heart was gloomy, could it be that my own affairs had already been seen by this demon who was neither male nor female...... The truth and falsehood are intertwined, the phantoms are superimposed, and it seems that he is not himself, and every touch and feeling is confused with indescribable charm.

"That's right, giggles." Seeing that Mo Qingye had improved, the painting bone smiled.

And then ...... Take all my soul away. Mo Qingye sighed with relief, "Success or failure." ”

"Done, cluck." The painting bone agreed, "You are mine, I should say that your body and bones, giggles, as for your soul, I can also give you a little mercy, so that you can die early and be reborn." ”

"Not necessarily." Mo Qingye's eyes looked at a certain place in a daze, "I just want my soul to fly away." ”

"That's fine, giggle." The painting bone got his body, of course, he didn't care about any soul, it had nothing to do with him, "It's all up to you, be careful, hurry, hurry, let me like it too." ”

The moon sinks. Ten thousand mountains are empty.

The last one.

Mo Qingye said to herself, the last one.

Let him get his wish, and he will be free.

The sins of this life should be atoned. But Cangtian, don't you think it's too unfair to him, when you die, you will be bullied and humiliated when you die. His hand was just a mechanical movement, and he knew that the painting bone was looking at him with interest, and at this time, he didn't even think about revenge anymore, he just hoped that the moment when his soul was scattered would come soon.

"Wait, baby." When Mo Qingye thought that he was finally free, the painting bone suddenly held his hand, looked at him seductively, and there was an ambiguous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What else." He had already retreated so much that he couldn't retreat anymore, and said blankly and numbly, "Don't you just want to see me so unbearable, now that my wish has been fulfilled, let me be happy." ”

"Aren't you happy, giggles, yes, it's a little bit close." The painting bone replied deliberately, and after that, he picked up a petal from the bed and shook it in front of Mo Qingye's eyes, "Use it, don't waste it." ”

Mo Qingye suddenly wanted to laugh, wanted to laugh very much, so he laughed until he cried. However, he didn't, even at the last moment, he endured the pain of ups and downs in his heart, and there were many illusions in his sight, Du Yuanyuan, he was about to say goodbye, and there would be no more me in the world from now on.

He couldn't bear to look at it any longer, and then see his own lowliness and dirtiness, so he simply closed his eyes deeply, thinking about how to let it go. As his men moved towards death, Paintbone laid his pale fingers on him, controlling his rhythm, and then he heard a strange laugh in his ears, "This is my blood, gurgle, put it here." ”

It's finally over.

It's as long as an endless hell.

What happened next, Mo Qingye didn't know at all, and his mind was as clear as a wilderness in an instant.

Immediately, someone pushed him on the shoulder and said, "Come, be careful." ”

Is it to take away all his soul, he opened his eyes faintly, and what greeted him was a magnificent pink flower like glass, like a goblet held in the hand of the painting bone, and there was a translucent white liquid in it.

"Drink it." The painting bone said lightly, with a smile, vicious and full of ridicule.

"What ......" Mo Qingye didn't even have the strength to be shocked, biting his lower lip flap, but he didn't feel pain, if he was wronged, of course it wasn't, but he felt that he was wronged to death, as if he was weak in an instant.

"I said, drink it." The painting bone brought the petals closer, and he could vaguely smell the jerky smell, Mo Qingye was so clean, almost clean, but now, he wanted him to swallow his own ......, "Drink it, I'll let you go completely, otherwise, in fact, I will sometimes go back on my word." ”

The moonlight outside the window lattice fell into the blue eyes, and there seemed to be a faint water light, but it didn't seem to be.

However, the painting bone couldn't wait for this great show, seeing Mo Qingye stunned, he pulled him up, grabbed his jaw, pinched his cheekbone, and poured all the liquid overflowing from the petals into his mouth.

Mo Qingye resisted, but the smell still flowed down the corner of his lips into his throat.

Then, he lay on the edge of the bed and vomited.

First he coughed up a white liquid, then a transparent bitterness, then a fishy-sweet bloody color.

A little bit of red, dripping on the ground, reflecting the smile of the painted bones, so intense.

"Be careful of your liver, you vomit blood, you can't vomit anymore." Painted bones kindly patted his back, and a hollow sound sounded, "Quick, wipe your mouth, cluck." ”

As the blood dripped down, clear droplets of water fell from the corners of his eyes.

Drop by drop, the colorless and transparent water droplets were quickly drowned in blood red, and no one noticed.

Even he himself was unconscious.

Actually, I cried.

Mo Qingye coughed but laughed, it was really useless, in the end, he still didn't hold on, he raised his hand to wipe the water from the corner of his eyes, did he cry, maybe, but it doesn't matter, everything will return to dust and cease to exist.

"Does it taste good, heart and liver, gurgle." Satisfied, he looked at the petals that covered the bed, and they were withering and withering at a very fast speed. "Okay, I'll let you go tonight, I'm tired too."

"Give me back!" Mo Qingye's teeth were dyed bright red, and he forced his body to look at each other angrily, "I've done everything you wanted, draw bones!" ”

"Baby, you will never forget my name." As for his anger and hatred, the painting bones seemed to be ignored, "It's so resting, how can you tell me to take my soul?" Giggles, I feel sorry for you. The latter words were as strange as a whisper, and they fell lightly in Mo Qingye's ears, "Okay, I'm going to sleep." After a pause, "No, I almost forgot, I have to tie you up, so that you don't think about it for a while." ”

The painting bone laughed loudly, tore his red clothes into pieces, and tied Mo Qingye tightly to the bedpost, the bright red satin went around the thin and snow-white wrist, circle, one by one, it seemed that his conscience found that he did not concoct his ankle in the same way, "Give you some freedom, you can always move, but this mouth, you have to plug it." ”