"Qingyang ......"

"Qingyang, Qingyang......"

The cold moon was like a hook, Xu Ji fell from the middle of the moon, and was hit by a sword in her left chest, and the blood couldn't stop overflowing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qingyang sat on the ground, his eyebrows were white, and his mouth spewed out hot air, which instantly turned into ice and snow again. The little mountain ghost hid behind him and looked at him worriedly.

"Qingyang, am I dying?"

Xu Ji fell lightly in the grass, struggled to stand up, and walked towards Qingyang crookedly, the wound on her left chest was terrifying, and the bowl was a big blood lotus. As she walked, she coughed at the same time, and the more she coughed up the blood, the faster she seeped, and when she was halfway through, she finally couldn't hold it anymore, and fell to her knees softly by the green pool.

"If you don't speak, you won't die. "The little mountain ghost is kind from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm going to die, I'm a little scared. They said that I had misled the country and deserved to die, but they robbed me to the south. They like me, but they shoot me with arrows and strike me with thunder, and I am so hurt and afraid. I came out, and they were afraid of me, flattering me, but trying to kill me. Qingyang, only you say that I am not an evil ghost, only you say that I am me, and you are the best for me. However, you want to kill me too, this is the place, an arrow hits, it hurts. ”

Xu Ji pointed to the wound on her left chest, her words were confused, her eyes were confused, and she was as panicked and helpless as a child: "Why? Did I do something wrong?" The new blood did not stop, the old blood flowed again, and the purple-black blood crawled all over the body.

Qingyang was cold.

"I don't want to rob you of your wine gourd, but my ice coffin is about to fall apart, I just want to keep it, my soul, my memory, my body, woo, I'm sorry......" Looking at Qingyang's indifferent eyes, Xu Ji cried, tears flowed down her face, and her weak shoulders twitched slightly.

"You really shouldn't have come out. Qingyang's voice was low, and his heart was empty.

"I'm not coming out, I'm not coming out...... Why? Why? Why do I have to stay in that dark place, and suffer endlessly from that thunder rod to drill my soul! Why are you all so hypocritical! You all want me to die! I want to live, I must live!!Do you think I'm so rare this damn broken spirit? Into that bullshit reincarnation, and then spit out and reincarnate, that is no longer me!!"

"Qingyang!!I hate you!! hate this hypocritical and ruthless world!!"

Her voice was getting higher and higher, as if she had changed someone, her eyes were as red as blood, the corners of her mouth were already rotten, and the black and red blood was mixed together, and her face was full of hideous resentment. Suddenly stood up, propped his hands into the sky, his blood was as open as a ghost, and he roared up to the sky: "Qingyang, you will regret it!!"

Flames burned from the soles of her feet, crawling all over her body in the blink of an eye, and she laughed wildly in the fire, laughing desolately, laughing wildly. From time to time, I heard a faint cry, a trace of it, drilling into my heart.

"Poof......

There was a slight crack, and the sky was full of snowflakes, and in the center of the snowy expanse there was a blood-colored gem, like human tears, emitting a soft light. Suddenly, the light burst out, and the boundless waves of qi washed away the sea of snow, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be darkened, and then, the drop of blood gently fell into the pool.

The beads of "Duo'er ......" enter the water, causing ripples and pieces.

All is at peace.

Qingyang stood up and walked to the edge of the pool to take a look, the grass on the edge of the pool had been burned black, but the water in the pool was still clear, and it could be seen at a glance that the drop of blood had disappeared.

The little mountain ghost flew over, twisted his head and didn't dare to look, but asked in his mouth, "Dead, dead?"

Qingyang grabbed a handful of soil, with a slight force, the dry soil turned into black sand, a gust of wind suddenly blew, smoke and dust filled the air, and a black shadow enveloped Qingyang.

"Humph!"

The blue light flashed, the black shadow dispersed, and Qingyang frowned and looked into the distance.

The little mountain ghost was startled, swished, flew out of the distance, and exclaimed: "Ah, it's all dead and it's still weird! What a bad sister, and I want to freeze the green girl to death! Hmph, now it's burned to ashes, it's gone, there's nothing!" As he spoke, he hesitated to fly to Qingyang's side and confirmed: "Sir, is the bad sister really dead?"

"Dead!"

Under the breeze and cold moon, Qingyang sighed, raised the wine bottle and took a sip, the spicy wine went down his throat and stomach, burning a ball of warmth, suddenly thinking of Li Jinsu, his brows were furrowed again, and he said to the ghost of the mountain: "It's not peaceful recently, go back to the mountain quickly, hide, don't come out!"

"Don't come out, don't come out......"

Overnight, there was a big change, the kind little mountain ghost jumped in his heart, and then looked at the charred black pool, struck suddenly, flapped his wings and flew, flew halfway and turned back, stood on a cypress leaf, waved his hand and shouted: "Sir, it's so dangerous down the mountain, do you want to tell the second master?"

"No need, the second master has to take care of the house!"

......

The night has been four watches, and everything is silent.

The lights in the town are extinguished, the outside of the town is vast, the dawn is coming, and when it is the darkest, even the hook moon above the head seems to be sleepy because of watching the play in the middle of the night. And that group of stars has long since disappeared.

A tired man walked in the forest path, dressed in a gray and white robe, and a little cucumber wine gourd.

In the village not far away, there was a faint cooing sound, which made people's scalps tingle, this is the rooster practicing his throat, preparing for a rooster to crow at dawn.

Passing by a locust tree, the dog tied to the tree was about to bark, and when he saw that it was Qingyang, his open mouth closed suddenly, and he wagged his tail.

Qingyang threw it a bone and continued walking around the village.

After a night of fighting, his eyes were as bright as stars.

It is said that an hour has passed, Li Shenghuai should have made some moves and heard the wind, and Qingyang should also go back to Li's house to have a look, instead of hanging around outside this town. But Qingyang knew that Li Jinsu was not out of danger, even if the wisp of death in front of him was getting weaker and weaker, it was still guiding his direction.

Bai Chengfeng and Xu Ji are all guests of Old Man Li.

Why did they rob Miss Li?

What does Li Shenghuai want to do?

Qingyang was full of doubts, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he simply stopped thinking about it, and only focused on chasing the dead air that was about to dissipate. Who knows, under this thought, he thought again. Twisted up the gourd and looked at it, there was still half a pot of wine, and couldn't help but take a big sip, muttering to himself: "If I give you the gourd, I won't live." ”

That's right, Qingyang's life is extremely lazy.

The pot contains his memories.

For example, the sword in the pot, such as this pair of divine eyes.

The leisurely wind blew from west to east, and also blew away the dead air in front of him, Qingyang paused, looked around, has gone around to the front of Qingyang Town, the back of Qingyang Town is Qingyang Mountain, the front is the moat river, a big circle, and returned to the suspension bridge.

The quiet river water is like a trickle, and the Qingli Road on the riverside is as dead and silent as the Huangquan Road, twisting and turning, and you can't see the end at a glance.

"God, God......"

He had just walked a few steps when a faint voice came from afar. Qingyang was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly stepped forward, the little guy in Tsing Yi leaned against a plum tree, the corners of his mouth were overflowing with blood, and his breath was like a gossamer, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and when he saw Qingyang, he wanted to struggle to stand up, but his body kept shaking, curling up at the root of the tree and shrinking into a ball.

Qingyang stepped forward to help her up and asked, "Where is the injury?"

"Don't look, don't look......" The little guy in Tsing Yi couldn't help struggling in Qingyang's arms, although his strength was weak, he finally cracked the wound on his chest that was already gradually coagulating, and purple-brown blood gushed out.

"Don't move, there is corpse poison in the blood, keep your heart. ”

Qingyang pressed her on her legs, tore the clothes on her chest, lifted the wine gourd and poured it violently, and pointed it into a sword, and wanted to poke it with one finger.

"You dare, whoever wants you to save it, who wants you to save it!!" the little guy in Tsing Yi screamed, trembling all over.

Qingyang didn't bother to pay attention to her, stretched out his finger on the wound that had festered, the nails pierced the rotten flesh, the fingers sank into half an inch, the blue light flickered, and I saw that the rotten flesh at the wound couldn't help but squirm, and then the green smoke rose, Si Si made a sound, and when he pulled out his fingers again, there was a hole, and the bone was faintly visible.

At this point, the granulation contracts slightly, and the vermilion blood gradually coagulates.

Qingyang took a closer look, fortunately, the corpse poison had not yet attacked her heart, it seemed that she was not too stupid, and she closed her blood in time.

"Pervert, I'm fighting with you!"

The little girl in Tsing Yi was lying on Qingyang's lap, seeing that he was staring intently at his chest, although she was still young now, and her chest was flat and spread, but her shame and anger were like a monstrous force, and she immediately grabbed the moon blade next to her and slashed at Qingyang.

It's just that she is now seriously injured and weak, so Qingyang snatched her moon blade and threw it on the ground, pretending to say coldly: "Everything in the world is nothing but yin and yang! Besides, now that you have not yet grown up, and the sideburns between your ears have not grown, it is very unusual! Besides, the heart of the doctor's parents, under expediency, is not strange!"

"Speak human words!!" the little guy in Tsing Yi blinked, not quite understanding.

Qingyang is a god stick, walking the rivers and lakes always has to be respected, so when speaking, you need to chew the words, and teach people to secretly feel unfathomable. However, at this time, he didn't have the heart to mess with a little girl, so he raised her neck and brought the wine gourd to her mouth: "Take a sip!"

"You god stick, when I'm you, I'm a sip of everything!"

The little guy in Tsing Yi muttered disdainfully, but obediently took a sip, this wine was extremely cold on his tongue, but it was as fierce as a flame in his throat, and he was in the chest, and his face was suddenly crimson, and he choked out a mouthful of blood.

"Wow......"

As soon as Qingyang turned his head, the bloody arrow shot into the grass, and there was a loud sound, and the grass quickly withered, and the rot was disgusting. After this vomit, the little guy in Tsing Yi had gold stars in his eyes, his whole body was soft, and he gently leaned on Qingyang's legs, but there was a trace of blood on his face.

Qingyang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that she had fainted, and he couldn't care so much, so he picked up the moon blade and strode towards the depths of the forest road with her in his arms. I don't want to, as soon as she took a step, she woke up, looked at Qingyang weakly, and said: "Put me down, go and save the eldest lady, that dog thing covets the living life on the eldest lady, think, think ......"

"Refining corpses!" Qingyang's voice was so cold that it was about to freeze.

"Quick, fast......"

The little girl in Tsing Yi struggled wildly, and Qingyang was afraid of hurting her again, so he had to clean the dew in the grass and slowly put her down, a small lump.

Looking at this little man, Qingyang's heart was in a trance, as if he had seen the blood-red sunset, and he was coming from the sunset, his figure was majestic, but his expression was extremely lonely, he slowly walked in front of Qingyang and handed Qingyang a pot of wine: "I can't walk, poor man, give you a pot of wine." ”

"God, God stick ......" The slight voice rang in his ears, Qingyang was excited, and then, his eyes were blank, and Shenhai was a mess again.

"Help, help. The little guy in Tsing Yi was lying in the grass, squinting weakly.

Qingyang said: "Come when you go, don't worry." ”

"Who, who wants to worry about you, hurry, save ......" The only thing the little guy in Tsing Yi cared about was Li Jinsu, and before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he fainted completely.

Qingyang cracked his mouth, patted the dusty robe, hung the green jade gourd around his waist, and strode towards the depths of darkness.

The night was dark, and the cold wind whipped up the fallen leaves in the forest, making a rustling sound, and the trees on both sides retreated like ghosts. Qingyang seemed to be strolling leisurely, but in fact, his body was extremely fast, and with a sigh of relief, he chased east for half an hour, and the round scissor shoes were fixed at a boundary.

There was no road in front of me, and a bare dirt hillside stood.

At the foot, there is a hole.

Qingyang didn't want to think about it, and plunged into it.