Today is the eighth floor of the nine-story tower.

Sang Ling opened her eyes and looked straight at the big demon opposite. Regarding the tragic situation of the other party being imprisoned for hundreds of years, she was already dumbfounded in her heart, and she did not give birth to unnecessary sadness.

Behold.

The demon on the other side was still talking to himself just now, but in the blink of an eye, he stabbed the position of his demon pill with his own hands, crushed the weak demon pill that was only the size of a pearl with his bare hands, and chose the ending of ashes.

Sang Ling just looked at the big blood hole, and felt a faint pain in the position of her waist and abdomen. Finally, when I met the empty eyes of the other party who were more sad than dead, the emotions in my heart suddenly magnified.

In the next second, the demon's eyes were full of tears, and he began to cry.

Countless large tears flowed down from their eyes and fell into the dust on the ground......

Sang Ling clearly saw that Wu Zi opened his mouth, and wanted to say something more persuasive, but suddenly reacted, and the other party couldn't hear it.

"Lies, all lies!"

The rough voice of the big demon still exploded in his ears, and the endless dust stirred up, obscuring Sang Ling's eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the big demon in the center of the storm had long since disappeared, and there was no trace of him in the iron cage that had trapped him for thousands of years.

Even the little dust on the ground has never been thicker.

"Another demon is gone, and this tower is going to be empty......"

It's only a few days.

Sang Ling had already climbed to the eighth floor, and there were more demons who had been imprisoned and tortured by the nine-story tower for a long time than in the previous floors.

At the beginning, Sang Ling was still studying the prohibition of how to enter and exit the nine-story tower, exploring the original body of the big demon to find treading snow, and then he was slowly called by the big demons to listen to their stories.

The thousand-year-old silence of the nine-story tower was broken by one vivid and even heart-wrenching story after another, and countless sobbing, cursing and wailing were endless.

Sang Ling's ears were full of painful moans, tragic stories, and resolute suicides.

During this time, she witnessed the great demons flying in front of her eyes, and seemed to be using her last time to explode the most beautiful fireworks in this darkness.

Although for a moment, they also briefly restored their once beautiful glory, shining brightly enough to shine on the last witness of the rest of their lives.

The big demon dissipated, and Sang Ling stood up silently and wiped away the tears. shook off the ash on his body, and tried to tidy up the freshly changed skirt. During the movement, he avoided his left hand and only moved with his right hand.

Finally, she touched the black hair on the left side of her face, and saw that the black silk was still tightly covering the corner of her left forehead, so she took her right hand back.

The surroundings have been quiet, but I also feel that a few pairs of eyes are snooping in the dark, vigilant of Sang Ling's approach.

Sang Ling knew the intentions of these demons, but she felt that she had not been in the nine-story tower for a few days, and there were no dozens of demons in the tower. It's like a curse, as long as you come into contact, you will choose to die in the end.

Sang Ling smiled bitterly, but she didn't intend to pursue these little demons.

The big demon who just disappeared is the last big demon who is still awake.

After his death, all that remained in this layer were some weak demons who had been locked in for only a hundred years, and they were full of hope that one day in the future, the human race would be kind and let them out.

Sang Ling didn't want to bother to persuade her, and she didn't bother to save her, so what difference did she have from them?

In the same nine-story tower, they are just duckweed in troubled times, slaughtered by others, low and floating.

After sorting out her thoughts, Sang Ling raised her spirits and looked up at the ninth floor. In the first eight floors, she didn't find an opening to get out from the inside, and she didn't see the cat demon stepping on the snow.

It seems that the last hope is placed in this ninth-story tower.

The light curtain above his head was bright, and the vultures flowed with golden light.

Wrapped in aura, and then with the help of the ghost market magic weapon that covers the puppet's breath. Sang Ling, as before, was recognized as a monk by the light curtain, and easily went up to the ninth floor of the tower.

It's the same as the rest of the eight-story towers, except for a slightly dilapidated and cramped place.

Sang Ling took a rough look, and found the only surviving demon from the few iron cages and walked over.

The oil lamp was dim in front of him, and the smell of dust gathered on the tip of his nose, and it seemed that all the light sources were gathered around the iron cage in the middle.

In the long white sound, the slight footsteps became clear from far and near.

The demon in the cage saw that there was movement, and the afterglow swept lazily, and in the next moment, the pupils shook violently.

She staggered half up from the ground, climbed up to the iron fence, and struggled to reach out a hand to grab the hem of the visitor in front of her.

The difficulty of the other party's hand grasp is a slow-motion playback in Sang Ling's opinion.

She subconsciously took a step back, but the heart-haunting spell in her heart suddenly burned and cooled at this time, but it grabbed all her emotions in an instant.

Xie Hanzhou came to the nine-story tower?!

What is he doing here?

The feet were stagnant, and the hem of the retreating clothes was still grabbed by the demon and dragged tightly.

It seems that she has been locked up for a long time and forgot to speak, she is unable to open and close her lips a few times, and finally only squeezes out a few vague words:

"Ho...... You...... Demon Ancestor? ”

Sang Ling was stunned and didn't hear clearly for a while.

The demon was skinny, and seeing that Sang Ling didn't answer immediately, he wanted to squeeze through the barrier of the iron fence and stretched out his hand to pull it again.

Sang Ling was a little surprised by the demon's reaction.

Could it be that it's been closed for a long time, and it's rare to see one, so I want to talk to myself?

When I saw one at random, my old eyes were dizzy, and I thought the other party was a demon clan?

She turned to look at the light curtain in the middle of the tower, and the feeling of the heart-haunting spell became more and more intense, and she said with a little urgency:

"I'm not a monk, I'm also your kind, I don't have time to chat with you right now, you let go first, I'll come over later!"

"You're here, you're finally here......"

The demon didn't care about Sang Ling's anxiety, and burst into tears with excitement, but the hem of the clothes in his hand still didn't let go.

The demon is a banshee, under the wrinkles all over the ravines, but there are a pair of autumn water-like eyes, in the dim light, they all feel that the autumn water is full, and she must be a beauty when she is young and strong.

Sang Ling couldn't help but look at the light curtain in the center of the tower again, her brows furrowed, and the sense of urgency had made her completely impatient.

She stretched out her right hand to pull the demon's hand desperately, but the other party didn't let go at all, her eyes were full of tears, and she stubbornly held it in her eyes and refused to fall.

In the light, the demon was skinny, as if the bones had become essence, and there was only one skin left that could be draped on the body indiscriminately, barely maintaining half a human form.

But it's only half a breath more than the dead.

Sang Ling felt a little unbearable in her heart, her eyes suddenly stopped, and she looked straight at the top of the other party's head.

The demon's pair of pointed ears stood in his hair, and his hair was messy, and he couldn't tell whether it was a cat ear or a mouse ear.

Thinking of that possibility, Sang Ling's heart trembled.

Sang Ling collected her aura, took a few steps closer, and carefully pushed back half of the opponent's body that was almost stuck in the fence.

She withdrew the strength of her right hand, pursed her lips, met the clear eyes of the other party, and discussed:

"My nemesis is coming, and I can feel that he's coming. If I am caught by him, I will definitely end miserably, and I will not be able to survive and die. You, if you have something on your mind, just say it later, and I'll listen to you just like I did with those big demons before. ”

The demon on the other side barely collected his thoughts, wiped away his tears, but his eyes kept staring at Sang Ling, and said with difficulty:

"My name is Treading Snow, and you won't die."

The voice was slurred, but it was firm.

Looking at each other, Sang Ling smiled meaninglessly:

"You're the second to say that to me, the first is the one who wants to kill me now, and I don't believe it. Let go of your hands, I'm going to find a place to hide, it's going to be too late! ”

Taxue smiled sadly, and the strength in his hand had been loosened.

"Demon Ancestor Bloodline...... I...... It won't hurt you. ”

The induction of the heart entanglement spell became more and more intense, Sang Ling couldn't wait, glanced at a random position, and suddenly got into the gap between the iron cage and the wooden pillar, and disappeared into the darkness.

The location is small, and Sang Ling hides hard.

Seeing that she was hiding, Taxue reluctantly turned around and reached out of the cage, tidied up her clothes, and with some kindness, it just fell on Sang Ling's body, and the strength was a little heavy.

Sang Ling didn't care about anything else, so she just continued to hide with her breath in her voice, not caring about this.

Actually, you shouldn't be hiding.

As soon as she sat down, she realized this.

The enchantment spell is there, no matter when and where, Xie Hanzhou can easily find her.

Just like at this moment.

In the darkness, the footsteps approached him accurately, slowly approaching step by step, and he was calm and did not mess up a point.

Just like this person.

has always been a glorious wind and moon, and has never been disturbed.

If?

If it weren't for the Heart Entanglement Spell, the entanglement between the two of them wouldn't have begun.

Perhaps, like the many demons who died under Xie Hanzhou's sword, he was shattered by a sword and the moonstone, and his life was easily harvested, and then he fell into the soil of the mist forest of Bishan alone, and was corrupted into dust, maybe there would not be so many entanglements and pains.

The footsteps stopped.

Sang Ling could feel that the other party was standing in front of her like this, only a twilight was between the two.

In the long silence, a sword-wielding hand with distinct bones reached in and handed it to him.

"Come out."

The tone was calm and waveless, cold and cold, but not murderous.

In the past, Xie Hanzhou was at least a person with iceberg attributes, but now just by listening to the voice, he felt that the iceberg had become a demon, and he was cold and cold.

Obvious.

The other party didn't want to take her dog's life directly, that is, he didn't have a way to deal with the heart stalker, and now it has dragged on to the maximum time limit, so he will come to the nine-story tower to find her first to alleviate the impact of the heart stalking.

Since her life was not in danger for the time being, the resentment in Sang Ling's heart came out, and she was all blocked in her heart, a little blocked.

She originally thought that when she saw this person again, she would be sad, she would be resentful, and she would be hysterical and must get justice for her ruined puppet body and imprisoned in the nine-story tower.

But when it came to the end, she was unexpectedly calm, except for the little blockage in her heart, and there was no other strong pain, or it should be as crazy as those big demons and needed to continue to vent.

Sure enough, it's a cold-hearted puppet, and you don't have to suffer any emotional hardships.

Sang Ling calmly avoided the hand, retracted into the corner, and was even more reluctant to come out.

That hand didn't last long, and when Sang Ling refused to cooperate, he chose to take it back.

Even if it's already close at hand.

Sang Ling exhaled, but in the next second, she suddenly exclaimed:

"Xie Hanzhou! What are you doing! ”

The man domineeringly took her whole person out of the corner, her head was clasped with one hand, her body was tightly attached, and her slender legs were forced to wrap around the other party's legs according to inertia.

The posture is ambiguous, full of spring, and with a kind of domineering that has never been there before and cannot be refused.

Sang Ling was forced to feel the near-zero distance between the two, her breath was entangled, and the cold fragrance was mixed with the warm and sweet fragrance, and it was mixed into a new taste. The two seem to have recreated the scene of the day in Huayuan Township and returned to the beginning.

But it's just a taste in a trance.

At this time, the two of them had a cold face and a calm face, and they had long lost the feelings they should have, far less close than they were in Huayuan Township.

Because of the extremely close distance between the two, the heart mantra slowly became softened, like a stream flowing in spring, surging and endless.

Sang Ling raised her right hand and rubbed the position of her heart fiercely. She only felt the clamor in her heart, affecting her mood.

She was affected by this inexplicable way, and she didn't know what to say to Xie Hanzhou.

After thinking about it, she said directly:

"You put me down, and I'll stick it to you. My legs are sore now, Xianjun. ”