Rong Xiu looked at the silver-haired boy in the darkness quietly, without words.

Ling Tiansu pulled the quilt and carefully twisted the quilt for her, then got up and left.

With a creaking sound, the door closed, isolating the wind, snow and moonlight outside the house.

Rong Xiu opened her eyes and looked at the dark bed tent for a while. Her body under the quilt slowly curled up into a ball, and her slender feet slid lightly in the cold and unwarranted quilt space.

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It snows heavily in winter nights, and there is no dawn in the sky, and the night feels even colder and long.

Wu Ying stood at the Xuanwu Divine Gate in the palace, and a group of black jackdaws flew out from the deep palace. In the empty night, it made an ominous sound.

Her dark red eyes reflected the cold moonlight, looking further and glimpsing deeper in the darkness.

A faint figure echoed in the palace gate corridor, without revealing a breath of life, as if the messenger from hell was summoning her to return to the underworld.

The crows suddenly became shrill and utterly in the snowy night. The crows seemed to be pulled by some breath and became violent and fierce. The crow's eyes became red and crazy as blood-filled, and the claws and teeth were biting wildly in the air.

The dark crow feathers mixed with thick blood mist, cageing the dark night and winter snow with a scarlet red like gauze.

Wu Ying, wearing a prince's robe, stood in the blood mist in the sky.

Under her dark sleeves, blood also ticked down her sickly pale fingertips, and her dark red pupils were rendered like a blood ape crazy by the blood ink.

A piece of dead wood broke through the white jade floor tiles in the corridor and grew wildly along the wall into a desolate and ancient black vine.

The vines formed a dark shadow, which was constantly twisted and overlapped, and finally turned into an old man with a hunched body and a thin face.

The black vines quickly left the ground, and in a few muffled sounds, they penetrated into the old man's back. Then a dark ancient box grew out of his back, and accompanied him step by step towards Wu Ying, and the ancient box made a sound similar to a collision of bones.

The turbid old eyes stared at her, and Wu Ying's breathing suddenly disappeared, her face was pale, and she almost squeezed out from her teeth and said, "Don't think about it!"

The old man seemed to be a little more hunched, his turbid eyes turned slightly, and every time the bone-eating spirit box appeared, he looked old and dying and extremely powerful.

It’s not that he likes this old body, which makes him look stronger.

But because he is really old, in that Santu River, he has witnessed the fall of ancient gods who are older than stars, and tasted the bones of demon gods that have not yet been opened up in the Nine Nethers.

He has lived too long. No matter how much young and vibrant bones and blood he eats or how many souls of new gods and young ghosts he still cannot hide his drooping meaning from his bones.

The Bone Eating Spirit Box will keep growing old, but it will never be sacrificial, let alone die.

He is a powerful person who is even Wu Ying feels fear and despair.

The old man did not break her hand bones this time, nor did he show an aggressive aura.

Those turbid eyes contain too many souls and wills that are unpredictable.

He spoke slowly, his voice as if it was worn by the gravel of the demon world, rough and silenced and a little unpleasant: "Can you see your way?"

Wu Ying stopped when he saw that he was five steps away from him. It was a safe distance, and she was deep.

She took a deep breath of the cold air in the night wind, and the smell of blood in the air made her breath look very dangerous at this moment.

A strange black flower suddenly emerged from her fair neck uncontrollably, climbing up like a vine.

She raised her head with difficulty towards the old man. Even if the blood of the ghost baby in her body would make her subconsciously want to kneel down to the old man and lower her head.

But the pride that she swallowed in her body was not allowed to bow her head.

While sitting and struggling and resisting with the powerful aura of death revealed in the old man's body, Wu Ying said calmly: "I have been moving forward, and I can see clearly the road ahead."

The old man said: "The reason why the road can be seen clearly is because the end is right in front of you."

Wu Ying's eyes were half rolled up, as thin as ink, and a pair of dark red eyes as red as gemstones, so beautiful that they were like demons under the night.

She was silent for a moment and asked slowly, "You have lived through such a long time, but you have never been reluctant."

The turbid green eyes, like phosphorus fire, drooped slightly, and his expression seemed to become more and more vicissitudes. He hoarse and weird voice: "Never."

Wu Ying opened her eyes, looked at the other party and said seriously: "I have it."

She took a step back, and her eyes showed a warning light: "I was born in the Santu River, the blood baby tree, the river is a cage, and the trees are shackles. The sea and stars are not available, and the mountains and rivers are out of reach. I am bound to be immortal after all, but these are not worthy of... He was once a moment of beauty that I could never hold."

The old man's eyes suddenly became cold, and even the wrinkles on his face that were like swords were carved with a cold and ruthless aura: "Do you think you can hold this moment by planting the seven-world forbidden flowers on yourself?"

The green eyes stared at her deeply: "I saw your future, it was pitch black and light."

The sound of the jackdaws stopped when they stopped, and the desolate moonlight was bright and dull under the night.

The old man said, "He once came through the light to illuminate your world, allowing you to see the stars and seas and mountains and rivers that you have never seen before in his memory, but in the end, he abandoned you in the darkness."

Wu Ying shook her head and said she could not agree: "He has never caught me, so how could he say that he abandoned me?"

The old man's eyes were deep: "I have never seen someone as foolish as you!"

Wu Yingshang raised his eyes and looked at the old man with some surprise, with a hint of uncertainty in his tone: "I can understand that... are you caring about me?"

The old man's stiff and wooden face was deeply stuck. In the old ancient box on his back, the sound of bones colliding and shaking became more and more obvious. The gray face of the corpse rose a little anger: "I think your speech is a bit ridiculous."

Wu Ying said: "Then why did you come today? Now my body has planted forbidden flowers. Even if you catch me back, it is also a harmful existence for the Blood Baby Tree."

She paused word by word, and was serious: "I am useless to you."

The old man's face twitched deeply, and his turbid eyes beads covered with a layer of grayness. Gala, the worn wooden box made a manic sound of gnawing at bones.

He took a step back and disappeared into the shadow.

A ball of his, dark, hunched shadows on the ground have not yet dissipated, but carry this key with starry cloud patterns.

Wu Ying picked up the key, her eyes deep and shining. The moment the key fell into her fingertips, it penetrated into her fingertips like a phantom, turning into subtle soul circuits.

Finally in the palm

The heart gathered into light, spread out the palm of your hand, and saw a mark in the shape of a key flashing away in the palm.

In this moment, it seemed like a heavy hammer was deeply hitting her soul!

Wu Ying's pupils widened, and his dark red eyes instantly turned scarlet, and a distant and ancient picture was suddenly poured into his mind.

The sky was filled with rain, and the red clothes were like fire.

At the end of the three thousand cloud steps, there was a man wearing noble and complex mysterious clothes and robes. He had the majestic eyes of the gods, standing in the nine heavens, overlooking all living beings, with cold eyes and eyes.

But what reflected those cold eyes were like red clothes that slowly walked towards him firmly.

It is so red that it is so swaying and so red that it is so sad.

Under his feet, there was a silver chain imprisoning him on the throne that was high above.

Under him, the most devout believers, noble generals, and great priests of the gods who held scepters but knelt on one knee.

They were singing the spell of exorcism, and the three thousand white cloud steps, which were suddenly stained with a layer of frost and blood.

The color of the blood seemed to be revealed from the red clothes on her body.

The woman in red showed her arrogance and arrogance. At the moment when she stretched out her palm to the man in front of the throne, these arrogance and arrogance turned into thousands of tenderness.

Through the endless and distant years, Wu Ying saw countless corpses on the cloud steps she had walked along.

The woman was covered in red clothes and she said, "Aqi, go home with me."

The man in front of the throne looked at the hand that was stained with blood, and a moment of trance appeared between his ruthless and cold eyebrows.

The gods looked at the palm that stretched towards the emperor's son and all showed a terrifying fear like a wave.

The divine tricks chanted in his mouth became as rapid as rain, and the mysterious syllables of the holy talismans resounded throughout the divine world.

The woman on the cloud stairs also began to become shaky, as if she could fall from the clouds at any time. The red dress even produced a lot of dazzling scarlet blood.

Under the clouds, the unparalleled face as ice and snow was stained with blood.

Only those dark and bright eyes were still firm, as if full of indestructible obsession.

The scene in my mind scattered suddenly, Wu Ying staggered a few steps, and on the night of the winter, she was soaked in sweat, as if she had just been salvaged from the water.

She held her heart and the power of the forbidden spell of the Three Life and Three Evil Flowers was suppressed for some reason, and the stinging pain of her heart day and night also subsided a lot.

But that picture just now...

"Shangguan Tang?" Wu Ying's eyes were still in shock, and he subconsciously pronounced a name.

"No!" She gasped and changed her breath, and slowly relaxed her palms covering her heart. She glanced at her palms with unclear palm lines again, frowned and said, "It's not her."

The woman in red showed aura of gods and demons all over her body, not the mortal flower that grew up in the secluded bamboo groves and became a spirit.

The two have completely different temperaments, but why...

Will you have a nine-pointed face?

And what is this key?

Why can you integrate into her body and convey this long-lasting memory to her?

And did he hold the palm that handed her to her again?
Chapter completed!