He suddenly paused and looked at the "man" in red who was being dragged away. He narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly said coldly: "Now that you're awake, stop pretending."

Yingmeng slowly opened her eyes, her half-lidded eyes were very deep, and her gaze fell on the top of the tunnel with a vagueness.

Hmm... spider silk...

She squinted her eyes, sat up halfway, and looked at the indifferent expression of the young man in front of her. The smile between her eyebrows was gentle, and the look in her eyes seemed a little deep.

Xian Qing pursed her crimson lips, her delicate brows and eyes were indifferent, and she raised the brick in her hand unhurriedly.

The young man's eyes were cold and dangerous, which made Yingmeng feel frightened. Yingmeng quickly stood up, and his gentle smile had a tendency to develop like a dog-leg.

Xian Qing put away the bricks and kept them carefully. He could imagine that this thing hit that madman Sheng Yuan in the face, and taught a lesson to a future evil representative who did not know the heights of the world.

Xian Qing gave a cold chuckle, thinking that this was normal. He held Ying Meng's hand and headed deeper into the tunnel.

Ying Meng followed Xian Qing's steps quietly and looked into the depths of the tunnel. At the end of the tunnel was an unknown deep darkness.

A gleam of cold light flashed across her eyes. Xian Qing was very familiar with this place. He was like a shark in the vast deep sea, strolling leisurely in an environment with surging dark waves.

The two of them walked through the thick darkness one after another, Xian Qing was very silent along the way.

Yingmeng secretly looked at Xian Qing with his eyes. His face was cold, snow-white without a trace of blood, and his whole person was as if carved from ice. Although he had a faint warm fairy aura, he felt increasingly cold.

Ying Meng took a deep breath and mentally constructed herself for a while. Don't be timid, go up and ask questions, but fear still surrounds her heart. She doesn't know where she got such courage in the first place.

Ying Meng touched her face, which was aching in pain. She didn't know what was going on on her face. It was probably the prison makeup she got for free.

Ying Meng thought for a while and then spoke cautiously. "You hit me with a brick." It was obviously a question of guilt, but the trembling in his voice sounded like he was admitting his mistake.

Xian Qing nodded with a dull jaw. The young man's expression was indifferent and his eyes were calm.

Now Ying Meng couldn't tell whether he was really angry or was deliberately playing tricks on him.

No, why is she feeling guilty? She is the one who was beaten, okay? Thinking of this, Yingmeng felt confident instantly. When she felt confident, she started to wander again. "Look at such a stunning picture.

My face, you actually did this. It shows that there is a reason why some people have been single for thousands of years!"

Xian Qing stared at her calmly, still saying nothing, and just pointed at his shattered tail.

Ying Meng wanted to throw the blame away, but when she saw Xian Qing's cold profile, she swallowed her saliva. Forget it, wasn't it just a beating? Is this the first time since she was a child?

"We're even..."

Xian Qing still didn't speak.

In the corridor, the fire was burning faintly, and from time to time it made a "crackling" sound that was constantly heard.

The atmosphere between the two was somewhat awkward.

The brown and yellow stone slabs in the tunnel bear witness to the passage of time.

After an unknown amount of time, the two of them arrived at the end of the tunnel entrance.

The bustling scene in front of her made Yingmeng couldn't help but exclaim in wonder.

In front of them was a cliff formed by spiritual energy, with a rickety chain bridge hanging on the cliff.

There is a heavy and prosperous gate on the other side of the bridge. On both sides of the gate are two majestic stone gatekeepers. The patterns on the gate are heavy and delicate. Next to them, there are everlasting lamps burning faintly, and the flames burning in the lamps are all

Brilliant gems.

Compared to the forbidden area in the Soul Forest where the ground is paved with gold and jade and the walls are piled with gems, this place is more solemn and elegant.

Looking at this low-key design and the hidden luxury inside, Ying Meng was shocked. At the same time, she had a calculation in her heart, fearing that here...

Xian Qing stood by the chain bridge, looking at the solemn gate with a hint of loneliness in his eyes. "Do you know where this is?"

Ying Meng was stunned for a moment, realizing that he was asking her this question. But before she could answer, Xian Qing sighed quietly and said softly: "My clan's ."

His voice was still calm, but the coldness in it was so sad and cold that it made people's hearts tremble.

The firelight shone on the young man's shoulders and sides, with a hint of desolate tenderness, which made people feel pity and a bit of awe in their hearts.

Ying Meng paused slightly. She felt the desolation and loneliness in Xian Qing's body that even the firelight could not shine through.

This was not like the ordinary Immortal Lord who was a fengxian, not like the prince who was evil and wanton in the secret room, not like the dark and interesting brother Qing in front of her.

She knew his story, but without experiencing it personally, she couldn't relate to it. When she didn't know what to say, silence was a universal medicine.

What kind of scars does Xian Qing have under his cold, ruthless and repulsive appearance? What kind of hardships has he experienced?

"The bones of the royal family of all generations are buried here. Some people can only be buried in the wilderness, and some people are no longer worthy of setting foot in this place. Each generation of kings will bring one of their most cherished objects to be buried with them. Everything here is

It’s of extraordinary significance. Of course, there are also treasures from the period of gods and demons, do you want them?”

Ying Meng looked at Xian Qing calmly, and there was no sound in her voice.

Ups and downs. “Do I want you to give it?”

This sentence can be "I want it, will you give it?" or "I want you, will you give it?"

Xian Qing was slightly startled, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't say it.

Yingmeng smiled and said no more words. People who are struggling in this era don't have an unknown story buried deep in their hearts. Don't judge, that is the greatest tolerance.

If all the people struggling in this world disperse, at least I will still be by your side, preventing you from being lost alone.

Under the dim and bright light, there is a person in a white robe, but like an eternal shadow, the darkness penetrates deeply into his body, with a trace of loneliness, a trace of coolness, and a trace of pride.

Ying Meng suddenly stepped forward and hugged Xian Qing.

The young immortal king stiffened, and his long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably. He didn't even notice the mist in his eyes. This warmth seemed to slowly melt the glacier in his heart, but it came too late.

Inside the cave, deathly silence returned.

For a long time, Xian Qing's narrow eyes held a touch of gentleness, and she slowly curved the corners of her thin and beautiful lips, and took out the rummaging hand from her collar. "Your snow candy has died."

Waving away that trace of warmth, he was decisive and proud.

Yingmeng's red lips curled up in a sinister and dark way, this was him.

"Then didn't I break into your ancestral grave? I remember the last time I dug my ancestral grave in the fairy world, those old antiques rushed up to me and wanted to tear me to pieces. I said we should still be friends."

A faint smile appeared on Xian Qing's lips, and he lowered his eyes sadly. He knew that Yingmeng was adjusting the atmosphere, but this method... forget it, let's not mention it.

"If anyone wants to learn empathy through the process of elimination, I would recommend that they come to you."

Then, without waiting for Ying Meng to speak, he turned around and walked towards the Iron Chain Bridge.

Yingmeng looked at the pure and indifferent person like a god, sighed miserably, and murmured in a low voice: "It's never too late to break a flower when it blooms..." The voice was too faint and vague.

At the same time, there was a faint smell of sadness.

Ghost Training Camp: Feelings are a poison that can make you take off your armor and expose your back to the enemy.

The ever-burning lamp swayed gently, the fire light flickered on and off, and the woman's figure only showed a vague outline in the darkness.

Silently, Ying Meng followed Xian Qing's steps and reappeared next to that person like a ghost.
Chapter completed!