Rong Xiu quietly looked at the silver-haired boy in the dark, speechless.

Ling Tiansu pulled the quilt and carefully twisted the quilt for her, and then got up and left.

With a creak, the door closed, blocking the snow and moonlight from the outside.

Rong Xiu opened her eyes and looked at the dark bed tent for a while, her body under the quilt slowly curled up into a ball, and her slender feet slid meaninglessly like a snake's tail in the slightly cold and temperatureless space under the quilt.

......

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The winter nights are snowing heavily, and the sky is not seeing the light of day, and the nights are even more cold and long.

Wu Ying stood at the Xuanwu Divine Gate in the palace, and a group of black jackdaws fluttered and spread their wings from the deep palace, and in the empty night, there was an ominous sound.

Her dark red jewel-like pupils reflected the cold moonlight, and she could see farther and deeper in the darkness.

A faint figure echoed in the corridor of the palace gate, not revealing half of the breath of life, as if a messenger from hell was calling her on a journey back to Huangquan.

In the snowy night, the crow suddenly became terrible, and the flock of jackdaws seemed to be pulled by some kind of breath, becoming violent and fierce, the crow's eyes became congested and red and crazy, and the claws and teeth were frantically biting in mid-air.

The pitch-black crow feathers were mixed with a thick blood mist, covering the night and winter snow with a layer of scarlet like veil mist.

Wu Ying, who was dressed in the prince's robe, stood in the blood mist in the sky.

Beneath her dark sleeves, blood was dripping down her sickly pale fingertips, and a pair of dark red pupils were rendered like blood by the blood ink of the remnants of the feathers.

A piece of dead wood broke through the white jade floor tiles of the corridor, and grew wildly along the wall into a desolate and old black vine.

The vines formed a dark shadow, twisting and overlapping, until finally turning into a rickety, emaciated old man.

The black vines quickly left the ground, and in a few muffled sounds, they inserted into the old man's back body, and then a pitch-black ancient box grew out of his back, accompanied him step by step towards Wu Ying's direction, and the sound of the ancient box was similar to the collision of bones.

The cloudy old eyes stared at her, Wu Ying's breathing suddenly died out, her face was pale, and she almost squeezed out from between her teeth and said, "Don't you think!"

The figure of the old man seemed to be a little more clumsy, his cloudy eyes turned slightly, and every time the bone-eating spirit box appeared, it was an old and dying but extremely powerful posture.

It's not that he likes this old body, so he makes him stronger.

It's because he's really old, and in that Santu River, he has witnessed the fall of an ancient god older than the stars, and tasted the bones of the demon gods in the unopened period of the Nine Shadows.

He has lived too long, no matter how much he eats the bones and blood of his young vitality and devours the souls of the new gods and young ghosts, he still can't hide the sembling of the sky that comes from his bones.

The Bone Eater Box will always grow old, but he will never be devoured, let alone die.

He is a powerful force that even Wu Ying feels afraid and desperate.

The appearance of the old man this time did not break her hand bones, nor did he exude an aggressive momentum.

Those cloudy eyes contained too much soul and will, which was unpredictable.

He spoke slowly, his voice as if it had been polished by the sand of the Demon Realm, rough and hoarse: "Can you see your way forward?"

Wu Ying saw that he was five steps away from him and had stopped, it was a safe distance, she was deep

Taking a deep breath of the cold breath of the night wind, the smell of blood in the air made her breath look very dangerous at the moment.

A strange black flower suddenly burst out of her white neck uncontrollably, climbing up like a vine.

She raised her head with difficulty towards the old man, even though the blood of the ghost baby in her body would make her subconsciously want to kneel down and bow her head to the old man.

But the arrogance devoured in her body did not allow her to bow her head.

While struggling and resisting with the powerful aura of death exuded from the old man's body, Wu Ying said calmly: "I have been moving forward, and I can see the road ahead clearly. ”

The old man said, "The reason why you can see the road clearly is because the end is in sight." ”

Wu Ying's lowered eyes were half-curled, slender as ink, and a pair of dark red eyes like jewels, as beautiful as a demon at night.

She was silent for a moment, and then asked slowly: "You have lived such a long time, but you have been unwilling. ”

The turquoise cloudy eyes like phosphorus fire lowered slightly, and his demeanor seemed to become more and more vicissitudes, and he said in a hoarse and strange voice: "Never before." ”

Wu Ying opened her eyes, looked at the other party and said seriously, "I have." ”

She took a step back, her eyes shining with vigilance: "I was born in the Santu River, the Blood Infant Tree, the river is a cage, and the tree is a shackle. The sea and the stars are not allowed, the mountains and rivers are far away, and I am bound to eternal life, after all, I am just an evil demon fruit, but these are not worth it...... Once there was him, it was a moment I could never hold. ”

The old man's eyes suddenly became cold, and even the wrinkles on his face were like knife carvings, revealing an indifferent and ruthless aura: "Do you think that you can hold this moment by planting the Seven Realms Forbidden Flower on yourself?"

The turquoise eyes stared at her deeply: "I see your future, it is pitch black, there is no light. ”

The sound of jackdaws stopped at some point, and the bleak moonlight was bright and uncertain in the night.

The old man said: "He once stepped on the light to illuminate your world, so that you saw in his memory the stars and seas that you have never seen before, the mountains and rivers are far away, but in the end, he also abandoned you in the dark. ”

Wu Ying shook his head, expressing his disapproval: "He has never caught me, how can he say that he is abandoned." ”

The old man's eyes were heavy: "I have never seen such a foolish person as you!"

Wu Ying raised his eyes and looked at the old man with some surprise, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "I can understand that it is...... Do you care about me?"

The old man's stiff and wooden face froze deeply, and in the old ancient box on his back, the sound of bones colliding and shaking became more and more obvious, and the gray face of the corpse swept a little annoyed: "I think your statement is a little ridiculous. ”

Wu Ying said: "Then why are you here today, now that my body has been planted with forbidden flowers, even if you catch me back, it will be harmful to the Blood Baby Tree." ”

She paused word by word, all serious: "I am useless to you." ”

The old man's face twitched deeply, and his cloudy eyes were covered with a layer of gray and gloomy, rattle, and the old wooden box made a manic sound of gnawing bones.

He took a step back and disappeared into the shadows.

A dark, rickety shadow on the ground that belonged to him had not yet dispersed, but carried this key glowing with starlight and cloud patterns.

Wu Ying picked up the key, her eyes were deep, revealing a faint light, and the moment the key fell into her fingertips, it was like a phantom, seeping into her fingertips, turning into a subtle soul circuit.

Finally in the palm of your hand

The heart gathered into light, and when he opened his palm, he saw that in the palm of his hand, a key-shaped mark flashed away.

In this moment, it was as if a heavy hammer had hit her soul deeply!

Wu Ying's pupils widened, his dark red eyes instantly turned scarlet, and a distant and ancient picture was suddenly forcibly poured into his mind.

It was raining all over the sky, and the red clothes were like fire.

At the end of the three thousand cloud steps, there was a man, dressed in a noble and complex Xuanyi divine robe, he had god-like majestic eyes, standing in the ninefold heavens, overlooking all living beings, with cold eyebrows and eyes.

But those cold pupils, reflected at the moment, were the fiery red clothes that slowly walked towards him.

The red is swaggering, and the red is poignant.

At his feet, a silver chain imprisoned him on the throne that stood high.

Below him stood the most devout believers, noble gods, and great priests of the gods, who knelt on one knee with a scepter in his hand.

They were chanting the spell of exorcism, and the three thousand white snow-like cloud steps were suddenly stained with a layer of frost and blood.

The color of the blood seemed to come out of the red clothes on her body.

The woman in red, the black demon flame in the center of her eyebrows showed arrogance and arrogance, and at the moment when she stretched out her palm towards the man in front of the divine seat, these arrogance and arrogance turned into thousands of tenderness.

Through the infinite and distant years, Wu Ying saw countless corpses on the cloud steps she had walked all the way.

The woman's red dress fell blood, and she said, "Ah Qi, come home with me." ”

The man in front of the throne looked at the hand that was stained with blood, and a moment of trance appeared between his ruthless and indifferent eyebrows.

The gods looked at the palm that was stretched out towards the emperor, and they all showed a terrifying wave-like fear.

The divine formula chanted in his mouth became like rain, and the syllables of the mystical holy runes resounded throughout the divine realm.

And the woman on the cloud steps, her body also began to become shaky, as if she might fall from the clouds at any time, and a large amount of scarlet blood came out of the red clothes.

Under the heavy cloud curtain, that unparalleled face like ice and snow was stained and mottled with blood.

Only those dark and bright eyes are still firm, as if they are full of an indestructible obsession.

The picture in his mind suddenly dispersed, Wu Ying staggered a few steps, and on a midwinter night, the whole person was soaked with sweat, as if he had just been salvaged from the water.

She held her heart, and the forbidden spell power of the Three Lives and Three Evil Flowers was suppressed for some reason, and the stinging pain in her heart day and night also decreased a lot.

But the picture is ......

"Shangguan Tang?" Wu Ying's eyes were shocked, and he subconsciously pronounced a name.

"That's not right!" she took a low breath, the palm covering her heart slowly loosened, she glanced at her palm again, and frowned, "It's not her." ”

The woman in red, with the aura of gods and demons exuding from her body, was not the mortal flower that was born in the secluded fence and grew into a spirit.

The temperament of the two is completely different, but why......

Will you have a nine-point god-like face?

And what is this key?

Why can he integrate into her body and convey this long-lasting memory to her?

And did he, hold the palm that was handed to her again?