Whether it is coercion or temptation, the phoenix dove is fully sure.

And the easiest way is to let Qingyu die.

said that he was asked to choose, but in fact he had no choice...... In such an obvious situation, although Qingyu was a little nervous, she still burst into a smile and said: "Qingqiu is not the only Qingyu who is a phantasmagoric master, Feng Jun does this, it really doesn't make any sense. ”

"This immortal jun knows." He said, "But you're probably the only one who can repair the scars on her cheeks." ”

Qingyu: "......"

As the phoenix dove spoke, an ancient bronze mirror slowly moved and landed in front of Qingyu, in the bronze mirror was a confused mist, and when the mist dissipated, a face wrapped in bandages fell into Qingyu's eyes.

Her face was distorted and black, her eyelids were torn apart by something, her pupils were exposed, and the other half of her hair had been shaved off for no apparent reason, and her bare scalp was as ugly as a bald blanket.

Such a look was so amazing that Qingyu was so excited that she subconsciously took two steps back, swallowed her saliva and trembled: "This, this is ......"

Demonization!

- Demonic Wounds!

Originally, half of the skin of the green sunflower fairy was peeled off, and the incompatibility of the body with the personality of the owner of the face forced this skin to begin to fester. Even Qing Kui's eyes were blurry and black, and she was almost blind.

The mirror surface presented in the bronze mirror suddenly disappeared, and a fog spread again, firmly covering the mirror. Feng Jiu sank his voice, reset the bronze mirror, and said seriously and coldly: "This face was not hers in the first place, right?" ”

Qingyu trembled, took a step back, took another step back, and did not touch the gap in the wooden door.

"Brush ——!" A white light flashed, taking advantage of the dark light, and fell on his neck.

The enchantment sprinkled by the white lime powder below him was blown by the cold wind, and the white ash powder flew with the wind at this moment, forming a white haze miasma around him, which was terrifying.

And those lit candle lamps, the yellowish light is faint, in the miasma, like ghost fires.

He seemed to see a group of people chanting incantations in a low and dead voice under an altar in the distance. The cloudy eyes of those men were fixed on the bodies on the stage, thin blades swaying across the white skin.

There is no light,

There is no blood,

There was no sound.

There were gloomy smiles and trembling tears.

Qingyu felt like his mind was in turmoil, he couldn't even see where he was, and he couldn't think of what was going on. And the phoenix dove, the man in red and the demonic man, held a purple bamboo bone fan, hooked the corners of his lips, and approached him step by step.

His bright red shirt was filled with blood, and it fluttered in the miasma

- Absolutely beautiful Shura.

The purple bamboo bone fan gently slapped Qingyu's face, and asked in a low and magnetic voice, "Now, do you remember?" ”

Qingyu's forehead was densely beaded with sweat, and he was chilling, chilling, and cold all over his body.

He nodded and said, "...... I remembered a little, but I ...... I don't know...... Belch! ”

The purple bamboo bone fan was against his throat, and as long as Qingyu moved a little, the phoenix dove didn't dare to guarantee what the fan would do to him.

The man in red smiled extremely enchantingly, and his gilded golden eyes were gloomy and unkind: "If you still can't think about it, then in this life, there is no need to think about it."

Do you understand? ”

Qingyu was threatened in it, and he didn't even dare to breathe hard, he closed his eyes tightly, only feeling that the whole person was suppressed by the powerful aura of the phoenix dove. I don't even dare to have the slightest idea of difference.