214 Another Nine Machines

"Seven machines, mandarin duck weaving hesitates. I'm afraid that it will be cut lightly and divided into two places. How can we follow each other again?

The first day of the Qingyu case to the demon world. Rose Plum led the way in front of her. She was familiar with the road and in a hurry. Her familiarity with the demon world surprised the Qingyu case. She walked, but was intentionally bumped into the shoulder by the man who passed by.

"I'm sorry." The man continued to walk forward, but he just left this sentence lightly.

"No, it's my fault." The Qingyu case did not look back at the man. The figure of the two people who went against each other broke through the bustling crowd, but the Qingyu case did not know that their appearance had deeply entered the man's mind and could no longer be removed.

It is also an encounter in the vast sea of people. Some encounters can be like spring breeze, sweet rain after a long drought, and some encounters, but like wandering butterflies meet invisible but deadly spider webs. The Qingyu case has been bound by the hunting-like eyes, but she is still trapped in the dream of reuniting with Xia Gulin, unaware of it.

The man named Po Zhenle didn't fall in love with her because of her beauty. He just wanted to possess her, bully her, ** her, tear up her gorgeous crystal wings, and can no longer fly.

I firmly believe that there is only one reason for the existence of all the beautiful things in the world, that is, the gorgeousness that bursts out in an instant when it is destroyed. Destroying this kind of thing is God's cruel trial of everything in the world. The more beautiful the thing is, the more fragile it is, like foam, like glass, like beauty... But as an undead, he has an extraordinary worship for destruction. The undead become stronger because of continuous destruction. It is because of this that they can experience the joy of destroying the rest of the weak.

Whenever he destroys those beautiful things, there is an indescribable emptiness and pleasure in his heart. Po Zhenle thought about the beauty in blue day and night. He was a little absent-minded when dealing with Wu Lingchun and Xiao Fengchuan. After subduing Rose Plum, he did not hunt the cute jade rabbit himself. There's no need to worry, she can't run away...

"Eight machines, who is the poem? Weaved into a desolation, read it all the way, speechless, can't bear to think more.

"Catch her!"

"Catch... I can't run away!"

After a noisy footsteps faded away, the clenched teeth of the Qingyu case were temporarily loosened, and finally couldn't help moaning. Blood kept flowing out of the wound behind, dyeing the red leaves on the ground more enchantingly. What frightened her was not the color of blood, but from the fierce battle just now, she can't leave her soul at will!

Why is that? Why does it seem that something buried deep in the body is shocked when the soul is launched, as if it is going to be peeled out of flesh and blood? Could it be... Is there something wrong in practicing the soul method?

The body... seems to be getting more and more disobedient, but it doesn't seem to be poisoned. The green jade case leaned against the trunk and gasped, summoning rose plum several times, but there was no reply. What happened to her?

The Qingyu case knows that those pursuers will constantly search around the Jiuli Palace, and they will never rest if they are not caught. Now there are demon pawns everywhere, and they are seriously injured. How can they escape?

"No here! You guys, come with me!"

Just hearing a command from afar, a large number of magic pawns approached, and the sound of the red leaves being crushed on the ground frightened the Qingyu case. If it goes on like this, it will be discovered sooner or later. The blood pool under her feet reflected the moonlight. She used the blood-red moonlight to send a last request for help to Rose Plum. When I turned my finger, I found that the blue light was lingering at my fingertips, and finally it was getting darker and darker, and it turned into smoke and dust.

Why, even Lingza can't control it...

The consciousness of the Qingyu case was still awake, but she didn't know that the miasma of the demon world was infiltrating from the source of the wound behind her, releasing the tightly bound demon root little by little. The moonlight and maple leaves witness everything, and the metamorphosis is carried out unconsciously. She took off her green skirt, smooth and white skin like cheese, and covered with crystal soft fur; her paint-like eyes turned red like weeping blood, and her delicate jade fingers gave birth to knife-like hook claws; the pain on her back disappeared, but her whole body was surrounded by a soft cloth with body temperature and residual blood. The voices of the pawns were as clear as those against their ears. She felt that she retreated, but felt that her body was a little different from usual.

"Where are the people? Why are there only clothes left here?

"Idiot! Catch her while she is in her original shape!"

When the Qingyu case opened its eyes for the second time, it was breaking the array of music. Now the original shape of the jade rabbit is thrown on the bed by the enemy. What will happen next? It is easy to guess but dare not imagine. What's more, on the way here, she heard a lot about the magician from the demon who was in charge of the escort. She quickly understood what kind of person and what she was going to face. So, when she huddled at the foot of the bed and saw the man's greedy and hungry eyes, she didn't have much surprise.

She can't escape or die. The long and fierce torture, as if after a longer time than the life experienced, was finally interrupted by the person who suddenly broke in. She lay in the messy quilt, and her pink body was seen by the clean moonlight. She looked up at the top of the bed, and tears fell silently from the corners of her eyes. No, the person who comes in at this time, don't... It can't be him.

" Let her go!"

She heard the voice she was familiar with but never worried. Yan Qingdu. In retrospect, he seems to have been by his side since when, but the impression of the first meeting is almost nothing.

Fool... Why did you come to the demon world, why did you come to save her, and why did you quietly guard her like before?

Yan Qingdu's intentions, the Qingyu case is not unnoticed. However, she can't pay attention, let alone respond. From the beginning, she couldn't hold a second person in her heart.

Cold tears fell on the smooth knees of the green jade case. She cried quietly, and her heart was full of confusion.

The mace of the broken mace did not wave down. But the next terrible sound confirmed the imagination of the Qingyu case. For a moment, there was only despair in her heart.

Gu Lin, are we wrong?

It's our love, is it wrong?

I am willing to bear any pain in order to love you.

In addition to looking at our best friends, Xiaochun, Fengchuan, Rose Plum, Qingdu, one by one fell in front of my eyes.

Let's... give up.

The Qingyu case wrote these words into a spiritual tie, tied to the red line. The red line fluttered in the sky, like a red glow, dyeing the sky above the secret prison of the imperial city.

Nine machines, two flowers, two leaves and two branches. Since ancient times, there has been many partings. From beginning to end, the heart linger and passing through a thread. Light silk, like a bed jade hand is novel. Thousands of flowers and plants are shining. Tailor's clothes, spring singing and dancing, flying butterflies and thorns. Spring clothes. The plain silk dye is already sad. The world is dark and colorless. It should be the same autumn fan, and I will abandon it forever. There is no time to serve the king again."

For the sake of love, the worst thing is to die.

This was the first thing she said to Yan Qingdu when the Qingyu case was thrown into Shura's prison. The most affectionate person can die for love. But in the end, after all, death is a helpless choice. Who doesn't want to stay with your lover and live a happy life?

It sounds so dull to stay together until we are old, but the more ordinary the wish is, the more difficult it is to realize. When she was dying, she kept recalling the time when the others went on an outing together. She was slightly drunk and curled up like a kitten to sleep on Xia Gulin's legs. Xia Gulin's gentle voice tickled her heart like the evening wind...

"Where is Qing'er's hometown?"

"I don't know... I've been in Qiyun Mountain since I can remember."

"Me too. I have never been to my hometown. Since I grew up in Shushan, I have been wandering outside.

"That would be very hard..."

"It won't happen again. The place where there are young children is my home of Xia Gulin. Qinger... Will you always be with me?"

"Hmm."

"unto the old."

"unto death."

until old age, until death. Qingyu smiled bitterly. She seemed to be awakened by the old vows. She coughed up a mouthful of blood and opened her eyes. She saw Yan Qingdu. They haven't died yet.

However, it's almost done.

At this time, Yao Ling is almost coming soon. I can't see it, I can't see it...

"Qingdu." She called his name, and he hugged her tighter: "I'm here!"

"I'm sorry..." After thinking about it, it seemed that I could only say this to him.

"Don't worry, young girl! The eldest brother will definitely come and help us out!"

"Don't say these stupid things... I can't see it. If you can see him, just say that it's Qing'er who beat him..."

"No. You'll be fine, you must..."

"It's already... it's time. You, you, must live well, forget hatred, and forget me.

"No. I won't forget you, and I will never forget you."

"Alas... How can you reassure me like this? Qingdu, do the last thing for me... When I came, the burden... help me... get it back... come..."

Plain silk dyeing is already sad. The world is dark and colorless. It should be the same autumn fan, and I will abandon it forever. There is no time to serve the king again.

The Qingyu case quietly closed his eyes. Yan Qing maintained her original posture and did not move for a long time. I don't know how long it took, his hands trembled, pulling away the broken hair stained with blood and pasted on his face for the Qingyu case.

She is still so beautiful, just like when she was alive.

Yan Qingdu finally buried his head in the neck of the Qingyu case and cried loudly.

"The song flies down and paints the dust, and the dance is fragrant and the wind is embroidered. He wanted to hate on the plane, and suddenly there was a broken-hearted person in front of him. Let's go home, and we will get better."

Xia Gulin leaned against the ice coffin and sat down. He didn't know the passage of time at all, and he didn't know that many people came to see him during this period, came and went, walked and came and came... until the day before the wedding date agreed with the devil. A demon soldier rushed into the cave. Seeing Xia Gulin sitting like a dead man, he whispered tentatively, "Aunt...you...?"

The devil doesn't know whether Xia Gulin is dead or alive. He didn't dare to look forward and take a closer look. He had to wait in a daze. After waiting for a while, Xia Gulin actually opened his mouth.

"Let's go."

"Ah?" The pawn was more surprised than seeing the stone statue talking. He didn't come to his senses for a moment, "What are you talking about?"

"Go. Take the lead in the front."

"Uh...yes!"