His eyebrows were slightly condensed, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. Sang Wushi looked at him with his forehead up, listened to him quietly for a long time, but suddenly smiled, "Despite this, I still don't like her, her poor background is not a reason to move people, whose past is not a little scarred." Since she has entered the Futu Palace, she must do everything she should have, but while she dislikes the dirty methods of others and has a deep mind, she is conscious and high. Lowering her eyes and playing with the small bottle in her hand, her voice was very light: "Since she was suspicious of me from the beginning, she was privately checking the whereabouts of the dust beads from the beginning, which means that she also has distracting thoughts, and she is not suitable for this Futu Palace." ”

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and Desireless's voice was a little deep, "How do you know these things?"

Raising her eyes to look at him, her crystal eyes reflected his elegant and fair face, Sang Wushi hooked his lips, and his tone was light: "You can ask like this, not surprised, it means that you also know, but you don't tell me." Yes, maybe he had always known about Wusheng's suspicions about her after losing the dust bead from the beginning, but he had been watching silently.

Hearing this, Wu Xian frowned, "You finally came out of the shadow of the dust beads, these things are not suitable to think about again." ”

Sang smiled and said nothing.

"All ......the time," he sighed suddenly, "there are times when you and I will inadvertently tell some lies, no matter what the reason, I am not malicious. ”

Sang Wushi didn't look at his gentle and pure eyes, just looked away casually and nodded casually, "I understand." I don't know if she has been in Wusheng's house for a long time to see things and think about people, she actually misses the days with her a little, because, talking to Wusheng. Too tired brain.

Neither of them was sincere to each other, but they were simply worried about each other.

......

After using Wusheng's medicine, Sang Wushi's injury finally stopped hurting. Back in her courtyard, she couldn't call out Zimo, and no one responded to her. That night, the Futu Palace was extremely cold and quiet, but she slept very unsteadily. It seems that there are many, many dreams, but they don't feel like dreams, because those scenes are so familiar, but they can't be seen clearly anyway. The dream scene was fleeting, her head was dizzy, and she woke up in a daze, completely forgetting everything in her dream.

Darkness shrouded all the houses, and the cold moon in the dark night sky of the Futu Palace was still in its usual position, the night was hazy, and the shadows of the illusory trees outside the courtyard were swaying. This was supposed to be a late night moment when he should have fallen asleep, but Sang Wushi woke up.

She lay on the bed with her eyes open, her golden eyes reflecting the darkness of the night, bottomless. With a calm expression, she sat up suddenly, and suddenly a red light lit up in the dark room, followed by an instant purple glow, and the whole room was shrouded in a deep purple light. And the source of the glow was an ordinary-sized whip lying quietly in Sang Wushi's hand.

The white hand under the purple light was slightly blue, and the quiet soul devouring whip in the palm of the hand exuded a strange flow of purple qi and an inexplicable chill. Sang Wushi didn't seem to notice any difference, his face was calm, and his eyes looked at the whip in his hand for a long time, and his face, which was beautiful and refined in the purple glow, looked a little gloomy at the moment. Suddenly, the corners of her lips raised slightly, "You have spiritual sense, otherwise you wouldn't have woken me up from my dream in the middle of the night." There was an inexplicable certainty in his casual voice. The room was empty, and her voice echoed for a moment before disappearing. There should have been a constant silence, but as soon as she finished speaking, another voice suddenly sounded in the room, "My master, you have finally woken up. This voice is distant and ethereal, as if it has penetrated another time and space, and it sounded suddenly, without sorrow or joy, without a trace of emotion, and even without distinguishing between men and women. At the same time, the purple whip in Sang Wushi's hand had slowly emerged into the air, hovering like a spiritual snake.

Sang Wushi hooked his lips and smiled, not at all surprised. Perhaps she was indeed shocked when she first saw its power yesterday, but when she was so delirious and confused in her dream, she clearly felt that the breath of her Soul Devouring Whip was calling to her.

"How long have you been asleep?" asked Sang Wushi. Yes, it was a deep sleep, and she was sure that it wasn't dropped. Even if the Spirit Devouring Whip had left her side a few times in the middle, after all, it was something that had accompanied her for thousands of years, and her breath would not admit it.

The purple whip moved slightly, and there was no sound in the room, but Sang Wushi could clearly hear the ethereal and empty voice say, "I have been sleeping for ten thousand years. ”

"Wan Nian, then why did you appear with me, and why did you wake up?"

"The ancient gods of the Stygian Sea, there is someone you are looking for, and there is also an answer you want to know......"

“......”

"What are you calling?"

"Master, call me Soul Eater......"

......

It was a black space covered by the cold moon of the Futu Palace, a huge black cave, and the world under the cave stretched as far away as a valley stone road, extending to the end of the unknown place, it was as black as an ore, and faintly revealing a trace of dark red. It was made of countless blazing flame stones forged in the flame pool, and it also carried a fiery flame red, which contrasted with the flowing forest cold of the huge blood-red web covering the cave. It was the slave prison of the Futu Palace.

And in this silent and oppressive black stone path, in the eyes of countless slaves who trembled and tried to shrink into hidden corners, the red shadow walking slowly under the cold and dark moon was even more terrifying than the evil ghosts that came out of the dark prison Shura. No one saw where she came from, as if she appeared out of thin air. The eyes hidden in the dark corners were full of fear, panic, trembling, despair, night, and the strangeness of silence.

"Sang has no time. Suddenly, a loud and high-pitched voice rang out over the slave prison, breaking the silence in an instant.

Sang Wuwen under the slave prison heard the reputation from time to time, and saw the man standing on the edge of the hole in the bloody red weaving net, but he was not inferior. Her hand moved slightly in the night, a trace of something quickly flashed in her eyes, and after a while, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching, and she gritted her teeth and shouted, "What are you doing there?"

The figure of Wuji above was a little blurred, and Sang Wushi threw out his whip and jumped forward, and lightly passed through the weaving net and landed in front of Wuji. The faint green eyes under his hat seemed to be staring at her closely, and his tone was unceremoniously, "I saw a sneaky figure wandering around here when I was bored, but I didn't expect it to be you." Say, what bad idea are you playing?"

Seeing that he glanced at him like an idiot, Sang Wushi turned around and walked forward, his red sleeves waving, "I want to say that I came to find the stone that Chi Shu gave me, you will definitely not believe it." ”