She was already seriously injured, and for a long time to come, she couldn't use her internal strength. Now, when it comes to the people she cares about, how can she ignore them.

Seeing that the person on the other side was gradually losing his strength, he retracted his internal strength when he dyed and painted, and the blood in his chest surged, and he forced down this blood, and smiled lightly: "Things in the world are virtual and real, even if you see it with your own eyes, it may not be true, if I were you, I wouldn't be so uncomplacent." ”

Although the woman's voice was faint, Xiao Ye heard a thick mockery from it. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Hehe, don't talk to me in such a tone, talk as if you are smart, at the beginning, as long as you have a little bit of intelligence, Qiu Niang and they will not die tragically in front of your eyes one by one." ”

Hehe, Feng Wutian, since you don't make me happy, I won't let you have a good time.

"Do you know how they all died?" Xiao Ye smiled cruelly: "Oh, look at my brain, why did you forget, didn't the Lord of the Phoenix Altar have lost his memory since that incident?" However, I don't mind telling you everything about it. ”

From beginning to end, Dyeing and painting just stared coldly at the figure opposite, silent, and the innocent little face was indifferent, those people, those things, all belonged to Shui Dye Painting alone, not her.

"Actually, I've always felt worthless for those sisters who died tragically, they used their lives to protect you, but you, not only lived well, but also forgot about them in a blink of an eye, let alone snatched their bodies back and buried them well." Xiao Ye shook her head with a look of regret.

The eyebrows of the good-looking dyeing painting frowned slightly, for Qiu Niang and the others in Xiaoye's mouth, I think it was the people of the Blood Palace who acted with the water dyeing painting at the beginning. However, what does the death of those people have to do with water-dyed paintings? Although she was puzzled in her heart, she didn't show it on her face, and even her voice was with a faint disdain, "What does their life and death have to do with me, and why do I have to remember." ”

"Okay, he is worthy of being that person's most proud subordinate, and even this cold temperament is the same." Xiao Ye mocked: "Even so, you can't escape the condemnation of conscience, you can ignore those people, but your beloved little girl, you shouldn't be indifferent." I have witnessed her death, when you were trapped in the ancient domain, she had escaped from that demon domain, but in order to save you, she resolutely returned to the demon domain of nine deaths and lives, and was finally devoured alive by thousands of poisonous snakes. You don't know how tragic she was when she was like that, even I couldn't bear it anymore. ”

The little face of the dyed painting froze instantly, and at this moment, a vague figure flashed in his mind, and his heart seemed to be held tightly by an invisible hand, constantly tightening, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

For such a strong emotional fluctuation in dyeing and painting, Xiao Ye has already noticed it, hehe, sure enough, that little girl is your weakness.

"Oh, you see I was so excited that I missed the point. Mercy, I was tortured before I entered the belly of the snake, and the bones under the ribs were all removed. Hehe, it's really a master-servant, one is heroic and righteous, and the other is obsessive. Xiao Ye looked sarcastic, and there was a hint of revenge on her lips.

Even through the endless dark night, she can still perceive the thoughts of dyeing and painting at this moment, just like the autumn when the yellow leaves are flying, sadness is the main theme, and disillusionment is fate.