"Qingluan, what's wrong with you these days, you don't look very good." Feng Chime moved a small chair and leaned next to Qingluan, who was basking in the sun on the balcony, "Have you not slept well recently, you have dark circles under your eyes!" ”

"Impossible!" Qingluan subconsciously touched his eyes, "How can we supernatural people have dark circles under their eyes!" ”

"But it's really dark under your eyes!" Wind Chimes had a serious face.

Seeing that her look didn't look like she was lying, Qingluan stretched out her hand suspiciously, "Show me the mirror." ”

"Give!"

The wind chime obediently contributed the small mirror that he carried with him.

Qingluan lowered his head, his face in the mirror was pale, the same as usual, but his right eye seemed to be haunted by a black fog that seemed to be absent, reflecting the skin around his eyes with a dark blue, and in his eyes, there was a sudden flash of silver.

Click.

There was a small sound.

A crack suddenly appeared in the mirror.

“... How could it be..."Qingluan touched his right eye, looking strange.

"You see, I said you had dark circles, and you still don't believe it!" Wind Chime snorted, showing dissatisfaction with being suspicious, "But it's weird, we Strangers shouldn't have dark circles under our eyes, could it be that you've been at night lately... Too tired?! At the end of the sentence, the wind chimes coughed pretendedly.

“... Probably.." Qingluan replied casually, and his gaze fell on the cracked mirror.

Inside, the pupil of the right eye cracked in vain, and instantly turned into a silver vertical pupil.

As if sensing her gaze, he blinked weirdly.

In a trance.

A handsome, pale face floated over, with dark red eyes.

Click.

The small mirror in the palm of his hand was directly crushed by Qingluan, and the glass slag was scattered all over the ground.

The wind chime, who was constantly talking about something, was stunned for a moment when he heard the voice, and then saw that his beloved mirror was crushed by Qingluan, and his eyes widened, "!! Qingluan!! What are you doing!! What does it have to do with the mirror when you have dark circles? Why do you suddenly pinch the mirror! ”

"The mirror is innocent, okay!"

"Oops, carelessly." Qingluan, who lowered his head, raised his head and apologized with a smile, "As soon as I saw my beautiful face ruined by dark circles, I couldn't help the power in my body for a while!" ”

“...”

"How about I pay you ten mirrors next time!" Qingluan raised his hand to admit his mistake.

"A hundred!"

"You're robbing!"

After playing with the wind chimes for a while, Qingluan went back to his room under the excuse of catching up on sleep.

Staring at the silver vertical pupils that flickered in the mirror, Qingluan's face was gloomy, "I haven't made a move to you yet, but you can't wait to reach out to me." ”

"However, it's really amazing, and I found the weakness of my body all at once." Qingluan in the mirror gently stroked her right eye, as if she was touching her lover affectionately.

Slowly and gently.

Spreading out the palms of his hands, Qingluan lowered his head.

Without fear, he opened his eyes.

The pupil instantly cracked a silver crack, revealing a strange silver vertical pupil, only this time, countless dense red blood threads appeared in the vertical pupil, like a tangled red thread.

Spots of red blood also appear in the field of vision.

In the palm of his hand, a cloud of black and red smoke scurried around, and a hoarse scream could be faintly heard.

"Do you think you can deal with me like this?" Qingluan stared at the smoke in his palm expressionlessly, allowing his right eye to be soaked with blood.

Silver spider silk emerged from her side one after another.

Five-finger grasp.

In an instant, countless celestial spider silks rushed down and pierced into the skin of her palm.

The silk of the spider with its teeth and claws is like a poisonous snake, and the moment it bites off the smoke, it also bites off the flesh and blood in the palm of its palm, and in the air, there is a terrible scream of smoke, mixed with the cry of a baby.

However, the strange thing is that instead of showing a painful look, Qingluan in the mirror sneered.

Pale face, blood-soaked right eye, curved lips.

The subtle sound of chewing came from her fleshy palm, and black gas bubbled up around the silver sky spider silk after eating, and it quickly evaporated and disappeared, and it was too late to even send a plea for help to her master, Qingluan.

"Shi Mo finally helped me calm down my eyes." Qingluan wiped the blood from his eyes, his voice was cold, and there was no trace of temperature.

"You've messed it up again."