"Who are you? You are not a demon." Hua Fan looked at Qing Wu and said with great certainty.
Qingwu was stunned, and the porcelain bottle that was pouring in her hand couldn't help but stop. She played with the porcelain bottle with playful thoughts and said, "Yes, I'm not a demon, neither a demon nor a human. If I really want to say something, um... I think we are more like ghosts." Her tone was a little desolate, as if she was not talking to Huahua, but just laughing at herself.
"Ghost..." Hua Fan thought of another ghost. Strangely, for some reason, she actually felt that these two people who seemed to have nothing in common seemed to have something in common.
"Oh? Why do you say you are ghosts?" Hua Tian took advantage of her excitement and deliberately tricked her words.
But Qingwu was not stupid either, and immediately came back to her senses, "Nothing can be told." Qingwu raised two willow-leaved eyebrows and said.
Hua Feng said nothing, but the wood on his hand became tighter, and the sharp broken mouth pressed against Si Yu's neck.
The strong wind was blowing. In order to save Si Yu, Si Feng took out the jade flute. The sound of the flute was high. The wind was howling. The only oil lamp in the room was also extinguished. The darkness of the room was all over. The doors and windows were broken, and the curtains were flying.
Hua Feng made her back tightly press against the wall, and she didn't relax at all in her hands. However, the wound on her legs came with a burst of pain that penetrated her bone marrow. She couldn't stand steadily, and fixing her body to the wall in the strong wind like this had exhausted all her strength. Her face was getting pale.
Qingwu saw that the flower rolling was so powerful that she couldn't do anything. She raised a contemptuous smile on the corner of her lips. She took out the jade flute from her neck and blew it a few times. Large black-bellied insects rushed from the outdoors like a tide.
"Damn it!" Hua Fei felt disgusted when she saw these insects. Her pupils spewed out of flames and lit a large rolling curtain. The strong wind rolled up the curtain, carrying the flames, and towards the bottom of the wind vent, Qingwu's position swept out.
Qingwu was only concerned about using the jade flute to command the belly insects, and for a moment he did not notice the fire-filled curtain flying in front of him.
"Ah!" Qing Wu suddenly dropped the jade flute in her hand and screamed in tears!
"Be careful, Sister Qingwu!" Si Feng hurriedly put down the jade flute in his hand, but it was too late. The fire had spread very quickly with the wind. It spread along the curtain to the lower wind vent, igniting the wooden furniture that was blown away. In just a moment, all the things that could be ignited in the house were ignited with flames.
But what Si Feng and Si Yu were most worried about was Qing Wu. She covered her cheeks with her hands and squatted down in pain... The blood slid down the gap between her fingers, setting off her snow-white index finger, which was shocking.
"Quick...get out of here!" Si Feng shouted. The flames burned a large area of black smoke, making people breathless. The house, wherever they saw, had turned into a sea of fire.
But neither Hua Feng nor Qing Wu wanted to leave. Hua Feng remained unmoved and stared at her enemy with her eyes straight at her. She didn't know whether the woman squatting on the ground was pretending or was really injured. But she knew that as long as whoever left first, she would be the first person to lose.
The fire reflected everyone's face, and everyone in the room looked like a blushing gambler.
"Qingwu, think of a solution!" Si Feng was a little anxious.
Qingwu's fingers covering her cheeks suddenly trembled, and then her whole body seemed to be shaking gently, not knowing whether she was sobbing in a low voice or laughing.
"I said, Si Feng, why are you still so timid? More than twenty years have passed, and you haven't reacted yet. Are you a dead person?" Qing Wu took it and smiled. Her laughter was so nice. She simply listened to the sound, and she was completely unaware of the good voice like the sound of the piano, and could also say many vicious words.
Qingwu took her hand away, and Hua Feng realized that there was no wound on her face. The flames had just hurt her, but her cheeks were as white as jade, without any scars. The blood marks on her fingers also disappeared like evaporation.
"We will never die, at least, we will never be burned to death." Qingwu looked at Hua Fei, raised her eyebrows, and said in a show-off tone. When she spoke, there was already a huge fire in the room.
"We don't have to escape at all, and you can't escape at all now." Qingwu said to Huafan in a victorious tone. She walked to the doors and windows calmly, closed all the doors and windows, and locked them to death.
Hua Feng watched her do all this, and the high temperature and black smoke spread from her nose to her limbs. She wanted to stop Qingwu, but she didn't have any extra strength except breathing. "Ding" her arm finally dropped and fell on the ground burning red as red as iron. The effect of the high temperature made the small piece of wood smoke and burn quickly, and then turned into ashes.
Hua Fan never thought that one day she would be burned to death by the fire she released. This way of death. If she really died like this, it would be a strange story for all ages. Later teachers could regard this as the best example of her own sins, she thought.
"Qingwu, you can't kill her. We didn't ask us to do this at the order." As soon as Si Yu was let go, Qingwu said anxiously.
"Killing means killing. You can't kill or let her go. It's really troublesome. If you ask, you'll say that the house caught fire and she accidentally burned her to death. That's it.
"Qingwu! Don't be willful." Si Feng and Si Yu both advised Qingwu.
Hua Tian heard their conversation in a confused consciousness. Who was the person who gave the order in their mouths? Why did he try every means to stop her and not kill her?
"Water... Give me water..." Because of the high temperature, Hua Feng felt extremely thirsty and unconsciously spoke nonsense in a coma.
Qing Wu was persuaded by Si Feng and Si Yu to have some headaches. When she saw Hua Feng begging for mercy on her death, she felt very happy.
"Shui?" She raised her eyebrows, shook the bright moon Xizhishui in her hand, holding a half-porch bottle, and walked towards the flowers.
"Do you want water? Here, I'll give it to you." She narrowed her beautiful eyes and couldn't hide the smile that belonged to the winner on the corner of her lips.
She stuffed the entire porcelain bottle into Hua Feng's hand and said to Hua Feng who was already unconscious like a hypnotic, "Didn't you say you're very thirsty and want to drink water? Drink her, and you'll be no longer thirsty after drinking it, and you'll never be thirsty again..."
"Qingwu!"
"Qingwu! Don't be willful!"
Si Feng and Si Yu shouted behind Qingwu.
But Qingwu didn't have the intention to stop. She held Huafeng's palm and put the porcelain bottle to her lips, tempted her in her ear: "Drink it..."
Hua Feng's consciousness had fallen into complete chaos. In the burning heat that was about to burn the **, a little cold porcelain suddenly touched her lips. She unconsciously opened her lips, trying to swallow all the liquid into her abdomen.
Qingwu left her with satisfaction, and watched the bottle mouth in her hand tilted up bit by bit, Qingwu said proudly as if she was talking to herself: "Hmph, drink it, you will have nothing to let Tang resurrect, that would be the case, we would not die. Although half-dead or not like now is not a good thing, at least, we will not die." She chuckled with a slight chuckling: "And, if you drink her, you will not be burned to death, you will be the same as us... Since we are all the same and half-dead, then you will really be inferior to me..."
Hua Feng felt the coolness on her lips. Her instinct made her raise the bottle bit by bit, but her subconscious mind kept resisting. Although she knew that after the moon was in the middle of the sky, the water in the west of the bright moon could not kill the demons. On the contrary, at noon, it could be used to save lives. But for some reason, she suddenly recalled A Yuan in her mind and thought of what A Yuan looked like after she was resurrected from the dead. She had aphasia and could not remember anything. The black pupils were dull and could not see any original aura.
Could it be that the demons who resurrected the water of Mingyue West are different from before? "Half-dead, half-dead..." Hua Feng's brain was about to stop, and the word "half-dead" in Qingwu's mouth was repeated repeatedly. Qingwu, Si Feng, Si Yu, what is the connection between these three people and Mingyue West?
...
Perhaps she was really going to die, just when her lips and tongue were about to touch a drop of blue liquid, she suddenly started to dream. To be precise, she was back to the unfinished dream.
The location was still surrounded by wind and rain, with white walls and black tiles. Shangguan Jinnian hugged her in her arms and gave her the gentlest kiss.
But his kiss came to an abrupt end, not because of Qingwu's sudden intrusion, but because Shangguan Jinnian suddenly let go of the arm that hugged her. He suddenly let go of her. The flower in the dream looked at him, a little confused.
Shangguan Jinnian stood in front of her in military uniform, with no abnormal expression, and even smiled at her, as if there was a bit of farewell in her smile.
The sound of ping-pong came, and the doors and windows behind her suddenly opened. It was originally a stormy night, but it suddenly turned into a clear daylight. The dazzling sunlight entered the room through the doors and windows. In her dream, she couldn't open her eyes by the sudden white light, so she had to squint her eyes, but the doubts in her heart did not resolve the slightest.
Because Shangguan Jinnian in front of him became increasingly unreal, not because he was unreal in his dream, his figure was fading away bit by bit. The smile on his face had become almost invisible, as if his whole body was filled with ice, which could melt little by little with the sunlight.
In the dream, Hua Feng reached out to touch his cheek, but she didn't touch it. She thought that the distance was too far, so she got closer and reached out again...