In the dense jungle, there was a young man walking, with a relaxed step and a calm demeanor, although he walked unhurriedly, he disappeared from the end of sight in the blink of an eye. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the wilderness, just go alone.

Looking closely at his eyebrows, it is indeed Qi Ming.

"That's pretty much it. Qi Ming walked under a towering tree, suddenly stopped, and muttered as the strange runes on his face gradually dissolved, and the blood in his pupils faded until he disappeared, "You have to live well......

By the end of the conversation, it was already a murmur, almost indistinct.

Qi Ming's expression became more and more tired, his eyes gradually became worried, and suddenly it seemed that he could no longer bear the weight of his upper eyelids, his eyes closed, his head drooped, and he stood still in place, like a robot with a battery exhausted.

The blood-soaked shirt clung to his skin, and the blood dripped down his arms to his fingertips, falling to the ground with a ticking sound.

The wind blew the forest, and the fallen leaves swirled gently on his shoulders.

As if he was alarmed by the weight of the fallen leaves, Qi Ming suddenly trembled slightly, and gradually moved.

After another half an hour, Qi Ming suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no strange look on his face, and he took off his shirt very skillfully and wrung the sticky blood on his clothes.

"How many people did you kill this time? Who's the one who was going to fight with me just now...... Those who died unjustly in my hands, remember to look for him when you get down, I'm also innocent......" Qi Ming said with a little crying and laughing, "Then again, my bracelet is almost ...... Huh?"

Qi Ming, who was shirtless, suddenly stared at his hands that were twisting his clothes...... Right hand, to be exact.

It was originally on the wrist of the right hand, and the bracelet that was about to be filled with blood suddenly disappeared.

"Gone?" Qi Ming raised his right hand in disbelief, looked left and right, and rubbed his face unbelievingly, confirming that the bracelet had completely disappeared, and after not being hidden, he finally couldn't help but exclaim.

Although these days, Qi Ming is worried about the bracelet every day, and he can't wait to chop off his hand and don't want to see this bracelet. At this moment, the bracelet suddenly disappeared, theoretically it should have solved a big trouble that had plagued Qi Ming for a long time, but there was no joy on his face, but a touch of solemnity.

When something goes wrong, there is a demon, the blood bracelet suddenly disappeared, and there are other twists and turns, Qi Ming doesn't know anything, where can he put his mind down?

Before Qi Ming could think about the bracelet disappearing out of thin air, when he looked up, he saw the tree in front of him, and his eyes suddenly froze.

This is an ancient tree that has survived for an unknown number of years, and even ten Qi Ming can't hold it, even in this vigorous primeval forest, it can be called a rare thing.

Such a big tree, Qi Ming and the two generations together have never seen it with their own eyes, but at this moment, the reason for attracting Qi Ming is not here.

After a while, Qi Ming's originally tightly frowning brows stretched out minute by minute, and the corners of his eyes and mouth showed a heartfelt smile.

"Good. Qi Ming suddenly laughed, suddenly summoned the treasure gourd in his body, slapped it hard at the tree, then turned around and picked a direction, and left without looking back.

On the trunk of the towering tree behind him, there are several sharp characters smashed by knives and axes.

"The road is facing the sky, and each one goes to the other. ”

There is no name for the payment, just a gourd.

Around this sentence, arrows are crookedly engraved with different handwriting.

Some arrows are extremely wide, with a deep middle and shallow ends, a V-shaped indentation, like a figure carved out of sharp rock.

Some of the arrowheads seem to grow on this tree, and this shape is naturally generated.

Some are extremely thin, extremely deep, and the handwriting on them is as sharp as the wood.

Some of the arrows are simply blackened, barely posing an ugly shape, which at first glance looks like no shape to speak of, but a closer look reveals the direction of weight.

Under these four arrows, with the arrival of Qi Ming today, there are new additions.

It is a very standard gourd-shaped pit.

The mouth of the gourd is facing downward, and what points along the ground is the direction in which Qi Ming disappeared.

......

High platform in the sky, presiding over the seat.

The noisy crow is gone.

The game continued, but the presiding seat was empty, which was too unusual.

The audience was not the slightest dissatisfied with this, and they were still looking up at the screens in the air with high emotions, shouting and cheering for the blood fighters they were optimistic about.

If there is anything different from before, it is probably the little fans that Qi Ming has accumulated with great difficulty, and now he surprisingly unanimously began to support other blood fighters, beating drums and cheering and waving flags, and his enthusiasm has not diminished in the slightest.

The "little devil" who was highly respected before, no one mentioned it again, as if he had never seen this person, and abandoned it as if he had cheated on it...... In other words, it seems to be a taboo to avoid it.

Somewhere higher in the sky above the high platform.

Compared to the noisy, crowded and lively high platform below, this place is extremely deserted.

There are many small thrones with different styles, and the unique styles seem to announce the identity of the master, and they are scattered in various clouds.

If you look at those screens here, your eyes are either level or down, but you don't have to tilt your neck anymore, and your vision is very wide.

On a strange throne, a beautiful woman in palace dress reclined lazily, her eyes fixed on a certain place in the air with interest.

Behind her throne, there are four pairs of sharp branches like swords and halberds sticking out towards the two wings of the throne, and the top of the throne is inlaid with eight scarlet blood diamond gems, arranged in two rows, four on each side, like a pair of hideous and bloody terrifying evil eyes, looking at the surrounding heaven and earth, choosing people to devour.

Beneath the throne was a sumptuous crimson court carpet that stretched from the throne to the clouds.

An ugly crow was trembling and kneeling to the ground, its hands stretched out and lying on the ground, burying its face deeply, not daring to look up.

He buried his head, and the crimson carpet was darker.

"Found it?" asked the palace woman in a slightly curious tone, a little impatiently.

The crow stumbled for a long time, and with a trembling grope for a piece of parchment from his bosom, he twisted his knees on the ground and stepped forward, leaving a deeper red mark on the carpet along the road, and did not dare to raise his head for half a minute, but held the parchment in both hands and respectfully handed it over.

The woman in the palace costume took the parchment with a lazy expression, her phoenix eyes moved slightly, and she quickly swept away the contents of the paper.

"Blood centipede?" The woman in the palace costume was slightly stunned, "He won't avenge his son......"

At this point, there was a sudden stop.

The crow spirit trembled, and the atmosphere did not dare to come out, and the scene fell silent for a while.

After a while, the woman in the palace costume suddenly chuckled: "It turned out to be him." ”

"In this way, it is a matter of course......" A slight smile appeared on the face of the woman in palace clothes, and she suddenly turned her eyes to look at the crow spirit, "You don't have to be afraid, this king has always done what he says, and he will not take your life." ”

The crow spirit didn't dare to speak, his body trembled, and he lowered it by three points.

"Alright, alright, you stand down. The woman in the palace costume also felt bored when she saw his wretched appearance, so she waved him away.

The crow spirit said yes again and again, but he didn't dare to get up, and even fled from the cloud as if he was crawling and flying.

This time he walked in a hurry, and he could vaguely see his bird face, except for the lack of a bird's beak.