Ji Ge returned to the flower room and found that there were a few new flowers in the flower garden, and the traces of the soil were still new, so he understood that this was planted by the female teacher when he came back, so he didn't think much about it, splashed some water and went to cultivate by himself.

The flowers have not bloomed today.

The day of Dabi is getting closer and closer, even Ji Ge, who has closed himself in the house, smells a hint of the atmosphere that is about to come and gives birth to a sense of urgency, as time goes by, Ji Ge seems to feel that a huge bloody shadow is approaching step by step, enveloping him, almost wanting to devour him.

He had been quiet for a long time, but the answer he received made him shudder.

This time, Dabi is probably another more cruel screening, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger in the dark, so he has to be vigilant.

The first step in revenge is to humble yourself to survive, no matter what form or means.

Ji Ge spread out his palms, and the black mangs sneered out from within, rising upward, dyeing his face and eyes with a touch of hardness.

He is very confident in his own strength, which has been tempered many times, accumulated little by little from the edge of life and death, but Ji Ge's temperament is very calm, and everything that happened also forced him to calm down, what he saw and heard in the castle and the legend of a blue-haired boy that circulated in the mouths of the teenagers, all of which made Ji Ge more and more demanding of himself.

Now, he doesn't even have the qualifications to be arrogant, let alone to rebel against the shackles imposed by the castle.

Therefore, Ji Ge has to use everything in his hands to make himself stand out in this cruel and inadvertent big competition, and even reach a higher position.

And the butcher's life-like knife was the only way he could make himself the strongest in this tight time, even if Ji Ge knew extremely well in his heart that it would be difficult for him to ascend to the sky by comprehending and cutting such a knife in his hand, he didn't want to give up in the slightest.

Only when people push themselves to a dead end do they know that behind the cliff is eternal hell, or hope!!

Ji Ge wants to grasp, even if it's just a glimmer of hope!!

Ji Ge's eyes flickered, and he shook his palm suddenly, and the black mang jumped out a few sporadic lines, and then he didn't go in, he held it firmly, like an outlaw holding the last straw.

And in a secret hall not far from where Ji Ge was, a young man sat cross-legged on the ground facing the empty wall, as if frozen. The night was silent, and the palace seemed deeper and deeper, and a dim candle flickered in a dark corner, like some terrible monster hidden in the darkness.

But in the next moment, the young man stood up, his blue hair scattered over his shoulders, his gaze was as calm as water, and he stretched out an arm suddenly, and with a sudden shock, a beam of lacquer light shot out from his fingers that was richer than the night.

The lacquer light did not completely detach from the boy's fingertips, but there was an extremely fine thread like spider silk, so that it did not crash directly into the walls of the palace.

If someone glimpses this scene, it must be shaken by it, the black qi is domineering and weird, and it is innate with an extreme rebellion, and it can still be so controlled when it comes out of the body, and there are almost a handful of people left in this batch of juvenile seeds, and even on the surface...... No!

The blue-haired boy stared at the pitch-black beam of light that jumped at his fingertips, his expression became more and more focused, the beam had not changed at all, the boy's head was already sweating like rain, and the hair on his cheeks was wet and sticky to his face, making the boy a little embarrassed.

Suddenly, the beam of light changed, first faintly flickering and dimming, the shape gradually wriggling like molten iron, and finally like a frightened beast, the whole body violently stretched and stretched or shrunk into a ball, extremely twisted and deformed.

The sweat on the young man's head became more and more, and even merged into a small stream and wet his clothes, dripping on the ground, the green tendons on his neck bulged, his face was red, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Drink!!"

Under this roar, the distorted pitch-black light suddenly trembled, like molten iron being poured into the plastic body, slowly transforming into a black snake, the two eyes glowing with numbing viciousness and cruelty, and the scales and teeth were all like living creatures.

The black snake swallowed the tip of its tongue and made a "hiss" sound, swam up, wrapped around the arm of the blue-haired boy, as if sensing something, and suddenly stood up towards a dark corner, and suddenly attacked, Huo showed the fangs in his mouth!

In the corner, the moonlight like water sprinkled down, and a touch of black clothes hurriedly swept away, muttering in his mouth, but disappeared into the deep secret hall with the figure.

"The second stage is revealed, but it is slightly different, and this matter must be reported to the adults as soon as possible......"

......

"Hiss!"

A small black snake as thick as a thumb hissed, and its head and body were separated, breaking into two and writhing on the ground.

"Whirring ......"

Ji Ge wiped the sweat from his forehead, slammed the knife in his hand on the ground, and prepared to rest for a while. He had just escaped from the cliff during the day, and after thinking about it, he suddenly felt that the back cliff was an excellent cultivation ground, and at this time, in the middle of the night, everything was silent, and there was no one around, so he was once again immersed in the butcher's knife that he had memorized.

Fang Cai was sweating like rain, who expected that a black shadow suddenly appeared from the side of the forest, Ji Ge didn't think much about it, just cut it off with a knife, and chopped off the head of this unlucky little snake.

On weekdays, Ji Ge has hardly seen snakes and insects, and if there are snakes and insects in the castle, it is the old forest on the edge of the cliff.

Ji Ge raised his head, the bright moon was quiet, and the two looked at each other speechlessly. Ji Ge pulled out the butcher knife on the ground again, and according to the gesture in his mind and the trajectory of the knife, he slashed forward again and again, and the night wind on the cliff seemed to be a little stronger.

Shoot, swing, slash, and retract!

For a long time, Ji Ge repeated the same action unchanged, as if he would never get bored.

But the moon in the sky seemed to be tired of seeing it, and his body was hidden in the dark clouds, and the sky and the earth were dark, as if there was only a thin young man, and he slashed countless knives at his enemies.

I don't know how many times I swung the knife, Ji Ge didn't count it and couldn't count it, but every time the wind broke and roared, the sound of the knife rubbing against the air was a little lower, and finally overwhelmed, and it collapsed with a "buzz", shattered into a blade and stuck in the ground.

But Ji Ge was stupid, his eyes were empty, and he didn't seem to be aware of it, but he still waved his knife mechanically and cut it down.

I don't know how many times I waved my arm, and the sudden change appeared!

Suddenly, as Ji Ge shook his arms again and again, black gas sneered out of the skin, not from the palm of his hand, but from every pore on his arm, and condensed and flowed like joy, and in Ji Ge's hands, it was molded into a swarthy knife!

As soon as this knife appeared, Ji Ge waved his arm and slashed down, and suddenly there were countless ripples and ripples like a shock, the sound of breaking the air roared, and the knife rose in the wind, as big as a grinding disc slashed towards the old forest on the edge of the cliff.

There are many towering ancient trees in the old forest, but they are all uprooted under this sword, and they are turned into powder under the rolling, and the roar echoes endlessly, the branches and leaves dance wildly, and the dust covers the sky!

I don't know if the bright moon in the sky was also alarmed, or if the sword also swept away the dark clouds where it was hiding, becoming clearer and clearer, and dispelling the thick dust here.

When the dust settled, the scene in front of her shocked Eve, who heard the voice, and her rose-colored eyes, which had always been as cold as ice, couldn't help but be full of horror.

A long scar was drawn in the old forest, and all the trees around the scar were overturned or cut off by a knife, forming a deep ravine.

There were still new leaves in the sky, falling into Eve's hands, she held it tightly, smelling the smell of dirt and tree roots, and there was a terrifying momentum on her body that flashed away, so that the leaves floating down from the sky were stagnant, and then fell in rolls, as if it was just an illusion.

She looked at the back cliff, which was empty, but there were a few blades with cold light stuck in the ground, as if they wanted to compete with the bright moon.