She narrowed her dark red eyes, glanced at the small temple slightly, and seemed to be accustomed to the scene in front of her: "It's normal for this kind of thing to happen outside the country, if you don't like it......"

As she spoke, she raised her palm, and the palm of her hand cracked out with purple thunder, wanting to split all the things that were in the way of this place into ashes.

In the past three days, the boy has been well aware of Wu Ying's ability.

As soon as I saw her raise her hand, I knew what she wanted.

He frowned and grabbed her palm with his backhand, signaling that it didn't have to be like this.

In this northern territory, it is not uncommon for people to eat people, so there is no need to waste her yuan power to clean up the garbage here.

After entering the temple, he found some clean hay, spread it into a straw mat, and arranged Wu Ying on a dry and soft straw mat.

He cleaned the mess to a corner of the temple with his own hands, put away another bonfire, took out the rain-soaked cakes in his arms, and slowly dried them on the shelf.

Glancing at the scarlet wisps of scarlet from the wound on her pale cheeks, he frowned, tore off the inner lining of the new clothes she had bought for him, and handed them over.

Wu Ying didn't answer, the wind and rain outside the dilapidated window lattice, she hugged her knees, and just stared at the young man's face intently.

There is no other reason, but because this face is the face she remembered when she first saw it 10,000 years ago.

There is a little less divine brilliance, and a little more mortal breath.

It becomes more durable.

The boy had no choice but to lean over and wipe the blood oozing from the wound on her cheek.

He really couldn't understand why the girl in front of him was obviously a weak girl like Sister Qing, why he wanted to dress up as a man

What's even more infuriating is that three days ago, she was clearly tortured by the strange power in her body, and she had to go to the strange mountain to pick the strange glowing lotus canopy.

He could carry her up the mountain, but she never said that the glowing lotus canopy was always guarded by a black dragon.

He was a mortal, how could he fight a dragon.

I could only watch her fight the dragon.

In addition, she clearly has an umbrella around her waist, but she does not open it to protect herself from the rain.

This man is really strange.

Wu Ying's dark red eyes snuggled up to the pair of black jade-like pupils with a little bit of caution and greed.

But seeing that there was a faint taste of anger in his eyes, he panicked slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Are you angry?"

The young man's frowning eyebrows did not spread, he stopped wiping in his hand, and wrote in the palm of her hand: That lotus canopy is very important to you?

Wu Ying was stunned for a moment, the Ghost Lan Shackle Spell was born, there was no solution, even though the Cold Flame Spirit Peng was precious and had amazing medicinal effects, but there was nothing to do about the Ghost Lan Shackle Mantra.

The stunned expression on her face was clear, and there was no need to answer, and the young man was very clear.

His eyebrows furrowed even deeper, and he snorted unhappily.

shook off Wu Ying's hand, turned his back, went to get the baked cake himself, and was angry and didn't give it to her.

Wu Ying couldn't cry or laugh, and found that he only had one soul left in this life, and he seemed to be very indifferent, but when he got angry, he seemed to be very naïve.

I don't know why he was angry, and she didn't dare to think about him worrying about herself for a while, so she had to explain: "Seven days later, someone will get married, and this is a big wedding gift for the newlyweds." ”

The boy pretended not to listen to her explanation, but he could see his ears moving slightly in the direction he was looking in the direction of her.

A hot biscuit was tossed and turned in his hand

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Eventually, he turned around, tore half of the cake off, and stuffed it into her mouth.

Then he wrote in the palm of her hand: "Are we going to their wedding now?"

Wu Ying carefully tasted the word 'we' for a long time.

Just when the young man was about to patiently stretch out his hand to urge her to shake her, she said meaningfully: "Well, yes, that wedding was held in the Great Jin Imperial City, do you want to see it." ”

Without thinking, the teenager wrote: I don't want to.

The corners of Wu Ying's mouth hooked slightly: "Don't you want to see if the bride is beautiful?"

The boy's answer was: No.

Wu Ying thought to herself, if the little yellow servant in your family heard this, I am afraid that he would be so uncomfortable that his liver and intestines would be broken.

"Then what do you want?" Wu Ying's warm eyes under the firelight were indescribably warm and shining.

The young man thought for a moment, his fingertips tensed slightly nervously, and then he wrote earnestly on her pale palm one by one: I want, take you home.

Wu Ying couldn't help but widen her eyes, thinking that she had seen something wrong.

On weekdays, she is the best at splitting mountains and water with thunder, but at this moment, she is really like being hit by a thunderbolt through the whole body, and she can't react for a long time.

The usual pale and evil face has long been replaced by blankness and blankness.

The fingertips of her outstretched palms trembled slightly under the waves in her heart, her throat gradually became hoarse, and her eyes gradually turned red.

A pair of eyes instantly turned scarlet, and the long-hidden invasion in them was about to be irrepressible.

Looking at the face that she had never forgotten for thousands of years, she paused word by word, choking her throat: "You just said that...... What is the meaning. ”

The young man's frowning eyebrows had never been loosened since just now, and his expression looked even more distressed than Wu Ying.

Then she wrote in the palm of her hand: But I have no home, I don't even have a name, I can only wander around.

Sister Qing changed him to be dumb, because he couldn't speak, and he didn't really like the name.

His fingers flickered, and he seemed to muster up some courage, and his fingertips continued to move: Would you like to ...... Do you want to wander with me?

The night is dark, and everything is silent.

There are flowers blooming in the heart, but they are not the three-colored flowers.

The air between heaven and earth seemed to be dyed with a hint of sweetness in this moment.

A person has been in the Yellow Spring of Hell for too long, and the sudden words of this sentence made her a little painful and a little unbelievable.

The wind and rain outside the temple were fierce, and the wind blew the cool rain into the dilapidated temple.

This wind comes wickedly, strangely.

It's as if in the outside world, something is spreading a pair of huge wings, stirring up the wind and rain and the long night.

The cold rain fell on her face, and the slightest chill was cold to the bone, making the blush that had only grown on her cheeks fade into a pale again.

"It's not like this, it shouldn't be like this......" Scarlet eyes gradually dimmed.

He now only has one life soul left, and the memories carried in the life soul are extremely limited, which means that for him at this moment, he only remembers the one in front of him now, so he feels that she is important and special.

She's heretic, she's evil.

In order to achieve the goal, unscrupulous means can be used, and even subvert the common people.

But for him alone, she can't take advantage of others.

She would send his soul where it should be, and give him whole.

This trip to the mountains and the water is a journey, and she will be grateful and accompany him through this journey.

As for the rest, never dared to ask for more.

She slowly withdrew her palm, and

Shi suppressed the madness in his eyes and looked at his shining eyes: "You said you don't have a name, so I'll give you a name, right?"

There was no disappointment in the young man's eyes, and he nodded.

"Innocent, you call innocence, okay?"

The young man's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded again.

......

......

In the ghost world, there is a ghost deserted city, where there are no stars, sun and moon, and no dead spirits of the living.

The Ghost Domain Deserted City, known as the Seven Realms of Death, has eighteen layers of hell on the top and nine netherworlds below.

There are no entrances and exits in this city, and the prisoners are all abandoned people from the Seven Realms of Evil and the Heavenly Gods.

Although it is said that the number of circles of the ghost domain deserted city and the scope of the ghost realm are within the scope of the ghost realm, it is the gods of the heavenly realm who set up this ghost domain deserted city realm.

No matter how rebellious he is, when he comes to this ghost deserted city, his body, his soul, his soul, and his spirit will be wiped out to the slightest.

The catastrophe destroyed one person, and at least the ashes and embers were scattered in the world.

It is difficult for any creature who enters this ghost domain to leave a trace.

The empty and deep world is made of endless black star sand.

An ancient desert city in the dark.

Every grain of sand here is taken from the dead stars in the Nine Heavens.

Anyone who is in such a realm with a divine shackle will be trapped in this great prison cage for eternity until its existence is completely annihilated.

In the center of the ancient city, the pitch-black sand table is a array, and the stars of death are a chain, binding one person to the middle realm of the eighteen hells and the nine netherworlds.

The man's tattered clothes were full of desperate death, and in the sand in front of him was a rusty sword with black and yellow, and his limbs and neck were all set up to be imprisoned by the stars.

The body below the waist and abdomen was all submerged in the black sand.

The flesh and blood beneath the black sand were devoured by the black sand, turning into white bones.

His face didn't look old, but his dry hair and sparse beard all showed a sense of twilight and disgrace.

In these thousands of years, he is the only one who has not been defeated by the ghost realm consciousness here.

Yes, he was human, a mortal who did not die from the human world.

But he appeared in the ghost domain with a human body.

What a heinous crime has been committed, at this level, it is 9,000 years.

There is no sun, moon and stars to accompany him, and he does not need the sun, moon and stars to accompany him.

Because at this moment, he can't see, can't hear, and can't touch.

Two pitch-black iron thorns were inserted deep into his ears, and the black blood had already formed dark spots along his earlobes.

His eyes were stitched together with black iron thread, and even though the pupils under his eyes were intact, he could not open his eyes to see.

In the deserted city of the ghost realm, the imprisoned rebels and criminals will be dragged into this sand array from the first day they arrive in this city.

It doesn't take a thousand years to be dragged into this abyss of sand by the black sand, and there is no longer a single inch of existence and breath.

There is no sound, no light, and no shadow.

In this deserted city, it seems to be composed of a spatial ghost domain.

But in fact, this place was sealed by the Divine Realm Emperor Emperor Netherworld himself, so the space here was superimposed, distorted and chaotic.

The sinners based in this city will not only have their bodies and souls devoured by the stars of the Death Realm, but they will also resist the distorted punishment of the space tearing apart in this realm while being devoured.

(ps: There is another update in the evening, this new character has been mentioned before, you might as well guess who.) ）