After Hongjun went through the Chaoyang Valley incident, he felt a little difficult and difficult to grasp this kind of place where it is easy to lose his mind.

He stood in front of the door and thought for a moment, and decided to go in and take a look, after all, this karmic fire is overwhelming, and the demon king has not left the ruins, thinking that the demon king is transformed by water lotus, and the spirit body belongs to water, and he must not be able to eat the scorching of this karmic fire, and the only possible retreat from this ruin is this door to leave.

He remembered the little eyes of a certain woman kneeling in front of him and eagerly hoping that he could bring the demon king back, so he resolutely stepped into the door of light.

In that door, Hongjun saw some old things, skimmed over these fragmentary memories, and then went inside, it was dark again.

Swimming towards the deep darkness, he saw some small points of light from far and near, like a picture frame by frame, slowly zooming in, who was in the painting, he had already expected it in his heart.

The more you move, the more you can't help but stop and take a look at the story of the person in the painting.

As an old cadre, Hongjun has always been very vigilant in his heart after the incident of Chaoyang Valley, so he closed his eyes and listened to the sky, did not look at or listen to the picture, only left a trace of feeling, and continued to go deeper.

After going inside for a long time, that trace of feeling seemed to detect a little abnormality, Hongjun stopped, reopened his ears and eyes, and heard a woman crying.

He followed the sound and saw a little girl lying in a pool of blood, convulsive, covered in blood. Looking at the figure of the man in the pool of blood, it looks like ......

Hongjun was confused for a while, and this is the most important time, once there is a trace of chaos, he will be instantly fascinated and defeated. Although he knew it in his heart, his body was very honest, so he hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the little woman in the pool of blood, and protected her in his arms, and his eyebrows and eyes couldn't stop feeling distressed.

Reaching out and brushing the scattered hair on her forehead, a fair face gradually came into his eyes, the tips of his heart trembled slightly, and his fingertips were her cold skin, like a corpse, without a little temperature.

The coldness came from between the fingers to the heart, and the heart was so cold that it ached.

He heard his own voice, as light as a feather, calling her name.

The little woman raised a bloodstained face, looked up at him, her eyes were gloomy, and whispered back to him, "Yuqing." ”

At this time, Hongjun realized that he had entered the obstacle, because he understood that the person in his arms would not call him Yuqing no matter what. At that time, he suddenly realized that this was all an illusion that he was worried about, wished and thought.

He was worried that she would encounter such dangers and predicaments, and she would not be able to protect herself.

And what he wished and thought, even he didn't expect, turned out to be ...... It will be this "Yuqing".

Hongjun can't recall how long it has been since anyone called his name like this. First in front of the marriage stone, when the word "Yuqing" appeared on the stone, I was in a trance, and I didn't know who it was.

At this moment, he heard this soft call from the mouth of the delicate little woman in his arms, as if there was a trace of abnormal movement embedded in the depths of his heart, touching the place that had not been touched for a long time, and he lost his mind for a moment.

In the depths of this dangerous ruins, how many pairs of invisible evil eyes are staring at his Neidan, and it is at this moment that he has lost his mind, and there are already evil things that are ready to move, slowly approaching him.

When Hongjun realizes that the danger is approaching, he has time to summon the weapon in his hand. He looked sideways behind him, and the evil aura on all sides surged towards his back like a flood, overflowing with murderous aura.

He frowned slightly, and opened a silver-white barrier with his backhand, but what he was thinking about was not his own safety, but worried that those evil things would harm the little woman in his arms.

It's ridiculous, knowing that it's just an illusion, but you can't extract it from the illusion.

He stood up with her weak body in his arms, and at that moment he didn't have time to think about it, if the barrier behind him was broken by those evil creatures, he would use this body to protect her.

In Hongjun's arms, the little woman smiled, and from the crook of his arm, she looked sideways at the group of savage and murderous foreign objects behind him. These evil creatures swarming in the darkness, after meeting her eyes, stopped one after another, not daring to go further, her eyes lit up with a cold gloomy light, and those evil creatures retreated back into the darkness one after another as if they were extremely afraid.

The murderous aura stopped abruptly, Hongjun looked at the cold dark light in the eyes of the woman in his arms, and he probably knew in his heart that it was also transformed by the evil spirit in this long darkness, but compared to those just now, its strength was a thousand times stronger.

The woman raised a pair of black eyes from his arms, the bottom of the eyes had changed back to pure and harmless clarity, a red blood stain gushed out from the corner of her mouth, her brows were tightly locked, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, her expression was painful, she stretched out her little hand stained with blood, pulled his sleeve, and said angrily, "I'm so painful, I'm so painful, Yuqing, save me." ”

Hongjun looked at her coldly and remained silent.

The woman grabbed his wrist again, as if she had read his memory more clearly, she blinked a pair of big black eyes, and asked him aggrieved but stubborn: "Master, is it because I look like your late wife that you are so good to me?"

The gray pupils in Hongjun's eyes suddenly dilated and shrank suddenly.

The corners of the woman's eyes slowly flowed bloody red tears, her body trembled in his arms, more and more sad and pitiful, moving in every way, her small voice was weak and floating, and she whispered to him miserably, "Master, if I were her, wouldn't you ...... Seeing death is not saved. I...... I've always been a substitute for her, have I?"

This time, its expression, eyes, and tone were not at all as similar to his little girl, so similar that he really couldn't bear to see her in such pain.

When the woman saw that he was finally moved, she took advantage of his turmoil and cast a spirit binding spell on him. Hongjun reacted before he could move.

The woman smiled, "Since you refuse to give me your heart, then I just want your Neidan to be good." ”

She lifted one hand, sharp nails sprouted from her ten fingers, cut open his lower abdomen, reached inside, cut the menstrual flesh, and groped for his inner dan.

The hot blood warmed the cold hand, which made the woman extremely excited, and when she touched the hot Nedan, she almost went into a frenzy, and pulled out the blood and flesh of the Nedan and swallowed it into her mouth.

Hongjun's Neidan is so powerful, and how upright and fierce, the monster ate Neidan, and the abdominal pain was unbearable, and he fell to the ground from Hongjun's arms, rolling again and again, in pain, and screaming one after another.