"I don't remember."

Xirong's expressionless answer made Qing Yu can't help but twitch the corners of his lips.

How long had he been here, so long that he couldn't remember?

With her chin in her hand, she sat on the side and looked at Xirong, thinking that this person was really boring, and she probably couldn't talk about it anymore this day.

Qing Yu didn't speak, Xirong didn't say a word, time was just consuming little by little in boredom, Qing Yu was ready enough for the known ending, but people were dying, and no one had the intention of looking forward to that time earlier, so even if it was just such a boring daze, she felt quite interesting.

At least, she can take advantage of this, when her consciousness and thoughts are sound, to recall the past, love and hate, although reluctant, but barely worthy of her heart.

It wasn't until Qing Yu found that the sea of magma and fire in the altar's magic circle began to tremble, that she stood up suddenly and said to Xirong urgently: "Hey! Look, isn't it getting started! ”

Qingyu was a little anxious, she was going to give up herself to make a sacrifice, if it was a step too late, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Xirong stopped stroking the qin, but did not rush to stand up, but asked Qingyu an extremely irrelevant sentence: "Do you know how to stroke the qin?" ”

Qing Yu blinked his eyes, almost thinking that he had misheard, when did this happen, he still cared about whether she would stroke the piano or not?

However, she still has to count on Xirong now, after all, the life or death of those people on the nineteenth floor of hell has nothing to do with Xirong, but it has a lot to do with her,...... She really can't afford to offend Xirong.

"A little." She was almost taught by Bo Xixuan, even if she was no longer interested in music and was forced to practice the piano for hundreds of years, she could play it almost with her eyes closed, but she really didn't have that Yaxing, so after Bo Xixuan stopped asking for it, she really didn't touch it much.

Xirong stood up with the qin in her arms, but didn't explain to Qing Yu why she asked her this, but got down to business: "Mobilize all your current strength, condense it on the blood seal in the palm of your left hand, open the power of the nine-colored divine seal, and inject this power into the altar." ”

Qing Yu immediately stood up, obeyed his orders, and condensed the power in the palm of her left hand, and then soon, the nine-colored streamer pillar overflowed from her palm, poured into the altar, and then separated countless small nine-colored petals from the pillar of light, like small points of light, scattered all over the land.

I don't know how long it took, knowing that I felt that the strength in my body was about to be exhausted, Qingyu looked at Xirong with difficulty: "I can't hold it anymore, what should I do next?" ”

Xirong finally put down the piano in his hand, walked to Qingyu's side, raised his hand and tapped it on her, and then a cloud of white light enveloped Qingyu, and Qingyu suddenly found that he couldn't move.

She looked at Xirong in horror and wanted to open her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but she found that she couldn't even make a sound.

The power of the Nine-Colored Divine Seal had enveloped the entire altar, and Qing Yu remembered that Xirong had told her that after she injected her power into the altar's magic circle, she would be able to stop this disaster by jumping into the magic circle and sacrificing herself.

So now, is Xirong going to send her to the magic circle?

Is she finally going to die again?

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