Chapter 70
Mu Sheng's eyes suddenly opened and grasped the hand. He said angrily, "who?"
The hand turned into black air and dissipated in the air.
Familiar with the Yin compassion laughter close, a rotten breath around him: "look at us, Xiao sheng'er, down into what."
The black shadow condensed into a figure with a big crotch and a thin waist, vaguely lifted the water towards the young man's face, like mockery and provocation.
Mu Sheng turned his head and his face was as cold as ice: "don't call me Xiao sheng'er."
"Why, that's your name. Do you want to abandon it?" The water ghost began to laugh, and his fingertips slowly climbed up to his chest and stroked him back and forth. "What a pity, if it wasn't for muyao, why so..."
Mu Sheng suddenly retreated, half of his body came out of the water, and the demon handle was held in his hand patiently. If he wasn't dizzy, and his hands were shaking, he would have done it immediately.
"Hua La -"
he was dragged by someone, and the huge force pulled him back into the water. The splashing water covered his face and wet his hair.
His anger burst out, and he took the demon handle to hand, but the steel ring was firmly grasped by the hand made of black fog.
The water ghost gave out a burst of wild laughter. If she had eyes, she would be full of tears now: "Xiao sheng'er, you see, I can't move with one hand now." She grabbed the demon handle and slowly approached his white jade like face. "You can't even control the demon handle. Why do you want to show off?"
The other hand stroked his face and went down to his neck. The place he had touched was wet and full of water, which condensed into a stream and flowed down his white jaw.
Mu Sheng's dark eyes looked at her, dizzy, as if at the junction of patience and chaos. His body trembled slightly with anger.
The neckline was pulled open, revealing the young man's clavicle. She stroked it without gentleness, even with a hint of humiliation. She pressed his skin red: "Xiao sheng'er, how about the blood here today?"
Mu Sheng's face was expressionless, and his body was shivering uncontrollably. I didn't know whether it was because of the high fever or anger. He silently reached for the top of his hair.
"Do you still want to use the forbidden technique?"
The water ghost stopped and looked at him with interest, as if he saw something especially funny: "let me count, once, twice, three times. Ah, if you touch it again, it will be the third time."
Mu Sheng's fingers were frozen, his breath was hot and dry, his brain seemed to be burning, but his body was wet and cold. Such a split made him unbearable, and his anger rose sharply, but his arms were shaking, and he didn't even have the strength to kill.
"If you dare to indulge yourself, are you not afraid that you will lose control and become a monster?"
That sharp thin voice exaggerates to smile, the hand that black air congeals suddenly reappears in his face side, stroke down along his black bright hair: "Xiao Sheng Er, you know, your hair should have been much longer than this."
Her hair was pulled up a few wisps, the voice with a few strands of malicious bewitching flavor, "you should thank your mother, she cut your hair short with Duanyue scissors."
“……”
"Do you know what the moon scissors are?"
“……”
"Duanyuejian is a treasure of the immortal family. It can cut off love and resentment, but it can only choose one of the two Guess what your mother chose? "
Mu Sheng Meng Dong, Mou Guang flickers, seems to endure the great pain: "don't say it."
"I'm done You should exchange your blood for my secret. " The water ghost's tone suddenly changed, and her hand changed from touching to holding tightly. Her sharp teeth suddenly inserted into the depression under his clavicle, and the blood suddenly gushed out. She greedily sucked the net like black fog, and trapped the teenager in the water. "Xiao sheng'er, before using the forbidden technique, think about your pitiful mother --"
Mu Sheng closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled, and her face became paler.
With a splitting headache and bleeding vertigo, he could hardly support it.
Nail embedded in the palm, overlapping pain, cracks There are still people in the crack
He calmed down and the world became clear again.
The water ghost let him go. The boy's face turned pale and his body fell down involuntarily. He supported himself with his arm and kept a decent posture.
The water ghost wiped his unclear mouth and seemed to have more meaning: "Xiao sheng'er, you have to stay in the demon catching family and make enemies with our family, so that you are not human and ghosts are not ghosts. Why..."
“……”
"Your mother has been a joke all her life. If you don't want to, even you are a joke, clucking --" when she saw the blood hole on his shoulder, her sneering eyes became venomous again. She gritted her teeth and said, "this is the trace left by the ghost King You've left the ghost King dead, and I'll let you remember the pain. "
Before the words came out, her hand penetrated the wound again, and blood splashed out. The blue veins of her forehead burst out, and she clenched her teeth. She didn't make a sound, but she seemed to have the utmost patience, and her eyes were lax for a moment.The sun leaped into the sky, the sky was bright, the green mountains, the green trees, the sparkling streams, all the ugly pickles disappeared in the sun.
The water ghost escaped, and the black fog disappeared in the water before the sun came out.
The boy's body slid down, almost unconscious, lying in the water, the cold stream took a piece of red.
The bright sunlight shines on the water drops hanging on his curly eyelashes, reflecting a colorful halo, just like a bright diamond.
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the underground palace does not recognize the sun and the moon.
The only light is the green ghost fire on the wall, winding to the distance, strange and cold. The narrow corridor was long and empty. The closer to the depth of the earth, the heavier the musty damp, the soil with the smell of plant roots.
Both sides of this narrow passage are high walls, which make Ling Miaomiao worry that the walls on both sides will close at any time and squeeze them into meat sauce.
Miaomiao and muyao have never stopped since they came down the crack. Every few steps, the phantom demon sets a barrier for them. Sometimes it's a big stone falling from the sky, sometimes it's a poisonous sting coming out of the wall, sometimes it's a grudge spirit climbing up from the ground. She touches Ling Miaomiao's ankle with a cold hand and makes a faint cry, which makes her scalp numb and her back cool. She stomps her feet like a rubber band, and her feet change.
Along the way, Ling Miaomiao was so upset that she even swept her hair down her neck, suspecting that someone was touching her neck unkindly behind her. She widened her dark apricot eyes and looked back step by step.
Mu Yao's lips were a little dry and cracked, her forehead was wet with sweat, her hair was stuck to her face, and her nose was stained with a piece of ash, so she had no normal decency at all. Miaomiao is not much better. Her eyes are opposite. She looks like her sister-in-law and she is on the run. Miaomiao can't help bending her lips.
When the killing mechanism came to an end, Mu Yao's nerves relaxed a little and raised her chin: "what are you laughing at?"
Miaomiao put out his dirty hand and wiped it on the skirt. He lowered his head and tied his hair in a bun again. With a blue ribbon in his mouth, Miaomiao said vaguely, "sister Mu has never been so embarrassed."
Mu Yao is a Zheng at first, then lightly a Shen: "I am embarrassed of time many, you have not seen just."
After a meal, she seemed to think of something, half puzzled and half tentatively asked: "ah Sheng gave you the demon handle?"
“…… Well
Mu Yao's expression was a little complicated, which seemed to be both gratified and worried: "Miaomiao, you jumped down with me to brush your clothes?"
Ling Miaomiao looked up at her for a second. The ribbon fell from her mouth. She quickly reached for it and immediately entered the play with a devout face: "that's nature. I like elder brother Liu. I like him so much that there is nothing in the sky and there is nothing in the ground. I'm sincere and sincere..."
It's like taking an oath.
I don't know why. She said it too formally, but it made Mu Yao feel a bit of banter. In a word It was a bit strange, but she couldn't figure out for a moment.
She nodded, interrupted her, seems to be quarreled some dizzy: "well, since down, we will together to whisk clothes out."
When it comes to Liu Fuyi, her expression is a little dim.
He has always been very strong, and it seems that he will always save from danger. She has been a little lucky, and thinks that he is invincible.
But luck is always the most unreliable. Six years ago, she naively thought that with her parents supporting her, the Mu family would be as strong as gold even if it was in decline. Who would have thought that people who had been so close to her would be big demons disguised as adults
Overnight, she had no home. Now, she doesn't want to lose Liu Fuyi.
Ling Miaomiao is pulling her dress: "mu Sister mu... "
The girl's Apricot eyes twinkled with fear, and her white face was covered by the chaotic shadow.
She turned her head. In front of her stood more than ten tall and slender ghosts, ready to go, just like a tall and airtight forest of Metasequoia glyptostroboides.
Where there is shadow, there is light.
The ghosts are against the light, and the gap between them is warm and bright, and the bright and broad hall behind them is faintly visible.
It's not the green fire in the groove of the wall, but the warm and familiar candle.
They went to the core of the underground palace.
Miaomiao looks inside through the gaps of the ghosts. First, she sees a row of flickering candlelight in the hall and a few pear circle chairs. Her eyes slowly move to the right. On the throne sits a little girl in a red skirt, her legs hanging in the air, holding a cup of unheated tea in her hands. Her lips are red, as if she had secretly smeared adult rouge.
She was looking to the right with her black eyes shining like jewels and a mean smile.
On the right
Eyes turn to the right again, revealing a pair of slender hands, persistent tea, that hand is extremely pale, it seems that after years of no light.
The young man sitting on the right armchair had long hair and a shawl. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes. He looked gentle and submissive, as if he was listening to the host carefully and politely.Look at that full forehead, high nose Ling Miaomiao: is elder brother Liu alive?
He gathered his sleeves and drank tea. He immediately looked at the magic demon's face with a smile. It seemed that there was no abnormality, but his lips were pale and bloodless. There is a huge screen embroidered with four gentlemen on his back. It looks familiar
Miaomiao took a closer look and found that the layout of the underground palace, the circle chairs, the screen, the red plum in the white bottle on the table, the position of the vertical candlestick and the number of candles were exactly the same as Li's. Except for the fake window, it was dark, and it was like moving the hall of Li's mansion to the ground.
Miaomiao is out of his mind, and is suddenly pulled back by muyao. Mu Yao is busy fighting with the endless ghosts, but she hasn't taken care of the people in the hall.
Mu Yao is panting more and more. They pull each other back. Ling Miaomiao's back has been stuck to the cold and wet wall.
The ghost is like a silent ghost, slowly approaching, silently casting a group of scattered shadows.
"Not enough runes."
Mu Yao lowered her voice, grabbed Miaomiao's hand with her backhand, and put it close to her ear, "when I count one, two, three, I'll knock this bag of hoops into a gap, and you'll take the opportunity to rush out..."
Her tone was serious and desperate, as if she was ready to burn the boat.
"No, sister mu..." Miaomiao was so hot that she was sweating all over. She pulled the front of the jacket and the row of hidden buttons that were nailed to the front of the jacket collapsed. She quickly took off her clothes and kneaded them into a ball. She was ready for a big fight. "If you don't have a talisman, you can use the demon handle. In fact, I'm still on top of it for a while..."
Before her words were heard, a thick wad of Rune paper suddenly fell out of her coat and scattered on her instep, some of which slipped to the ground.
“…… Why Her movements were very simple.
The candlelight flickered, the yellow paper was folded one by one, and it was slightly rolled by the flowing air, and the red and gorgeous cinnabar became a magnificent cloud.
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