"How stupid are you?" Yan Qingyi saw that she didn't say anything for a long time, just holding his hand in a daze, so she touched her rosy lips with the fingers she had just held.

"What?" Her face turned red, and she was a little embarrassed in her heart, this Yan Qingyi was really a demon, and he was so natural to do these ambiguous actions, and he was really not like the cold-hearted person who seemed to be a god in the eyes of the demons.

"Hehe......" Yan Qingyi knew that she was awkward, and no longer teased her, but pointed to the clump of blood that dripped into the blood beads just now and said, "What did you find this time?" ”

She came back to her senses, "Ah, it's blooming, but why is this flower as black as ink?" ”

She slowly approached the flower, but found that it was not as she had seen, it turned out that the flower was extremely red, red to ink, and the original poisonous aura had changed to a more psychedelic smell, and she smelled a little drunk.

"Hold your breath!" Yan Qingyi helped her body that was about to fall, conjured a small bottle from her sleeve, dripped a drop of liquid from it, and wiped it on the center of her eyebrows, so that the feeling of dizziness was not so strong.

"What a terrible flower poison!" She said with palpitations.

"Are you curious about the black-robed man from before?" Yan Qingyi saw that she was better, and casually peeled off the strange ink flower that bloomed, and the flower fell into the soil and instantly turned into mist.

"She'......"

I don't know if it's intuition, she just knows that the black-robed man was a woman before, whether it is the black-robed man's cold breath or the dull tearing when he spoke before, it can't affect her intuition.

"She's a poor demon, she's hit by this blood, but she's not dead, isn't she curious?" Yan Qingyi's misty eyes were even more misty, as if he was telling some long-ago story.

"Maybe you think she's lucky, but I think it's better for her to live like this as if she had dissipated like this dust and sand at the beginning, and at least she could leave a bright figure in the eyes of the world, instead of living in the dark like now."

Yan Qingyi in her impression has never been such a sentimental person, such a person who can think about others, what kind of relationship does the black-robed man have with him, which makes him both disgusted and melancholy.

"What is love, is it a momentary curiosity attraction, or a long-term companionship, this kind of fatal feeling, probably not the best......"

Her heart was cold, listening to Yan Qingyi's more and more vague words, it turned out that Yan Qingyi didn't love her, maybe she didn't even like it! Although she didn't understand what kind of attachment she had for Yan Qingyi, she thought she probably liked it! Otherwise, why would it be Yan Qingyi.

The attitude of the black-robed man, Yan Qingyi's confusion, maybe there is some entanglement between the two, why did the banshee who had been blood-stained survive in such a posture, even if she lived in the disgust of everyone, living in the strange eyes of the world, she was not the banshee, so she couldn't understand the banshee's thoughts, but she guessed that maybe it was because of the love word Yan Qingyi said!

She wanted to listen to Yan Qingyi continue to tell the identity of the banshee, but Yan Qingyi didn't intend to speak, and stood quietly in place, with the red demonic blood stained face reflected in her eyes without light.