The wind and clouds surged, and the thunder and lightning were struck.

The Tianhe River burst its banks, and the torrential rain poured in.

The last thunderbolt struck the stargazing tower.

The lightning flashed, and the roof of the stargazing tower fell into darkness again.

In the darkness, the sound of the flute sounded, the sound of the flute was faint, like crying, in such a night, it was full of sadness.

Meng Qinghe stood on the street in the pouring rain, looking at the direction of the Star Picking Tower in a daze.

Is it over?

No, it's not over, the chaos in the Tian'an Imperial Capital isn't over yet.

When the hideous-faced ghosts heard the sound of the flute, they became more and more manic and murderous, and they broke the doors and windows, and rushed into the house to kill people, even the infant baby; They rushed into the fire, kicked human fireballs, and set them on fire.

They laughed wildly and roared, even more crazy than the immortals and demons on the heavenly dome.

But they are not powerful ghosts from hell, they are Ye Jibai's puppets.

Meng Qinghe already knew, which was why she asked He Shufan to look for the little bell in the procession.

Tonight's night tour of the hundred ghosts, there are too many puppets mixed in, that is, those demons and fallen immortals who suddenly appeared on the streets of the imperial capital a few days ago, behaving strangely and as if they had lost their souls.

Meng Qinghe asked He Shufan to inform the dark line to pay attention to the movements of the demons in the imperial capital, and it was these puppets that he guarded against.

She always has some illusions in her heart, maybe after Ye Jibai soars, even if he is not a good immortal with the world in mind, he will not kill innocents indiscriminately, and he will let the people of the imperial capital go.

There are puppets in every town, if he wants to go crazy, how will the people of the imperial capital suffer?

There will be chaos in the world.

But he's so dignified, why should he go crazy?

Could it be that Ye Jibai has never changed her original plan, and everything presented in front of her is fake?

But even if everything is fake, how can that affection be faked?

A sharp pain spread from Meng Qinghe's heart to his limbs, and his throat gushed with fishy sweetness, Meng Qinghe bent down and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

She should go back to Dream Sea to recuperate her internal injuries, and when she gets the keel, she will leave.

Fuck Qinghe Town, whoever loves to go.

If Ye Jibai dared to play tricks and didn't give her the keel chain, even if she was devoured by the Thunder Sword, she would kill Ye Jibai.

Meng Qinghe turned around and glanced at He Shufan in the firelight, he was holding a two- or three-year-old child, rushed into the black alley on the side, and soon rushed out again.

The alley was a barrier he had laid with dragon blood, and his hands were bloody, and he ran all over the streets to wipe blood from the people, screaming for them to hide in the little black alley.

Even if there is only this one dragon left in this world, he will protect the people on this side.

Meng Qinghe suddenly smiled, but this smile looked somewhat bitter.

She is a demon, but she always thinks about peace in all walks of life and lives without worry, not only because of Meng Kan's teachings, but also because of He Shufan.

Because this world is what He Shufan wants to protect, but he gave his life to Meng Qinghe, and Meng Qinghe should guard it for him.

Picking up a broken sword from the ground, Meng Qinghe adjusted his magic breath and swept towards the melee.

Ye Jibai really wants to mess up this world, and he has to ask her if she agrees.

The terrifying thunder and lightning had stopped, and the pouring rain poured down from the dark sky, and the emperor who was licked by the fire gradually became arrogant in this timely rain.

And the puppet who was still dumbfounded during the day was enjoying a slaughtering feast at the moment in the sound of the soul flute.

Meng Qinghe's wrists trembled so much that she could barely hold the broken sword, the hideous grimace in front of her had already begun to ghost, and the sound of the rain hit her eyelids so heavy that she could barely open them.

As the rain became heavier, the fires on the houses on both sides of the street slowly extinguished, and the black smoke unwillingly rose, and the rain rushed away on the stone slabs wrapped in black ash and blood.

An evil ghost pulled out the axe on his head and beckoned to Meng Qinghe in the torrential rain on his back.

Meng Qinghe cut off a head, staggered a few steps out of strength, and the broken sword supported the ground, and his waist couldn't stand up.

She sensed movement behind her, and in the rain and mist, she saw countless ghosts rushing towards her.

Meng Qinghe sneered in his heart, it seems that this pair of skins is going to stay here today.

"Qinghe!"

It was He Shufan's voice, every time she was in danger, He Shufan would rush out to protect her.

But this time, He Shufan was trapped by a ghost.

Behind him were the people who were begging and weeping, and in front of him were fierce and cold-blooded ghosts.

The Dragon's Blood Barrier has been broken.

The one who broke the formation was the little bell.

The puppet has no consciousness of its own, only knows killing, they can't break the dragon blood enchantment, but the little bell is different, she has drunk He Shufan's blood, that dark alley, she wants to go in, but it's too easy.

He Shufan's legs were held by two children, and he only needed to kick down a little hard to get out of the confinement, but he couldn't do it.

He couldn't leave the people behind him.

This is the mission of the dragon family engraved in the blood and bones.

But he couldn't watch Meng Qinghe being bullied.

At the last moment, the two children leaned back and sat on the ground, and He Shufan flashed and swept behind the little bell.

The little bell was holding the head of an old woman, and the fangs were nailed into the old woman's neck.

He Shufan slashed the wind in his palm, and the little bell sensed the danger, and immediately turned into a little white snake and got into the brick wall on the side.

At this moment, a hurricane shook in the small black alley, the dragon swung its tail, the brick walls on both sides quickly collapsed, and the white silk lanterns, silk shop signs, and even the tiled wooden beams under the eaves of the shops on both sides of the street were blown into the air by the strong wind.

The sharp axe slashed at Meng Qinghe's shoulder, the blood was washed away by the rain, and she almost didn't feel the pain anymore.

When the wind blew, she swayed away in the torrential rain like a kite with a broken string.

The ghost's fangs only had time to tear through the hem of Meng Qinghe's clothes, and the spear in the hand of the other ghost still pierced the clothes in her abdomen.

These ghosts are just demons and fallen immortals, but they are controlled by people, and when they see their prey blown away by the wind, they don't chase it, but turn their heads to find new prey.

The sound of the flute stopped.

All the sound stopped.

And after this short silence, Meng Qinghe heard a neighing of a horse, she raised her heavy eyelids with great effort, and saw that from the direction of the palace, from the stargazing tower, a silver-white Pegasus stepped into the air.

The wind and rain are fierce, and the Pegasus is here in the blink of an eye.

Crossing the catastrophe and soaring, the heavenly horses greet each other.

This is a ritual of the fairy world.

Meng Qinghe tugged at the corners of his mouth: The old lady has been busy all night, but she still hasn't escaped your calculations.

Ye Jibai, you are very good!

Before Meng Qinghe's consciousness disappeared, she heard the voice of the candle dragon in pain and sorrow, and she couldn't wait to hold up her eyelids with a stick to see what happened to He Shufan.

But she was so tired.

"Demon Venerable Meng Qinghe, is that what you can do?"

The voice was so cold that people couldn't help but shiver in the drowsiness.

is so angry, if it weren't for the obstacle to clear the way for him, would she drive the thunder sword?

Will she become like this because of the backlash?

Meng Qinghe's eyelids trembled, helped her up, she wanted to talk to Ye Jibai.

"For He Shufan, you are really willing to do anything."

Meng Qinghe was taken into a cold embrace, and Ye Jibai's voice and the wind and rain drilled into her ears, as if coming from a distant place, shattering the last trace of clarity she was holding.

"For He Shufan, you don't even want your own life, let alone ...... feelings."

"Meng Qinghe, you really have no heart......

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