"You know the magic of immortals?" The woman was surprised, and the smile behind her eyes made Qingyin unable to understand the meaning.
She said truthfully, "My immortal arts are taught by my master!"
"Oh? You even worshiped the master?" The smile in the woman's eyes became softer and softer.
When talking about his beauty master, Qingyin's voice also became gentle, with beautiful eyes flowing, and a shallow shadow, "My master is the God of Illusion Lotus."
When the woman heard this, she was shocked and surprised in her eyes, "It was him? It was indeed..."
The woman didn't say the last two words, but there was a satisfied smile in her eyes.
But seeing the soft light in Qingyin's eyes, the woman felt indescribable sorrow in her heart.
It seemed that he felt the change of the woman, and Qingyin asked: "Senior, you seem a little unhappy?"
"No." The woman shook her head, Qian's thin hands covered the back of Qingyin's hands, and looked at her very gently: "This is the happiest day I have spent in this secret room in fifteen years."
Qingyin nodded in a vague way, and suddenly thought of what she said just now, and couldn't help asking: "Senior, have you been locked up for fifteen years?"
It's the same age as her.
"Yes, it's been fifteen years!" The woman smiled and pulled Qingyin to sit down. Qian's thin hands had never let go of Qingyin.
After sitting down, the woman looked at the light voice carefully again.
This time I look at it, the more I look at it, the more I feel satisfied, and the more I look at it, the more I feel relieved.
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman suddenly frowned, grabbed Qingyin's hand tightly, and then let go.
"You go out, get out quickly!" The woman turned around, and the black hair of a waterfall covered her entire face.
Qingyin was a little surprised when the woman suddenly drove her away.
Wasn't you doing well just now?
While Qingyin was still hesitating, the woman scolded: "I asked you to go out, did you hear it?"
For some reason, the woman crawled there, her shoulders shaking, as if she was trying her best to hide something.
"Senior, what are you?" Qingyin saw her struggle, took a step forward, and held her shoulders with both hands.
The woman took a deep breath, and it seemed that there were millions of ants in her body devouring her flesh and blood, bit by bit, and the pain was so paralyzing.
She was so nervous that she didn't let herself hum.
God knows that this kind of pain will accompany her every few hours, making her feel unbearable and life is worse than death.
"Senior, what are you?" Qingyin could feel her trembling, and even heard the sound of her teeth shaking up and down.
The more the woman didn't say it, the more Qingyin felt that she was trying hard to endure something.
"Go out, I'll let you go out! Leave here and leave Qingqiu Mountain, the farther you go, the better!" the woman said weakly.
Qingyin shook her head, "It seems that senior, it seems that she is feeling uncomfortable. If I just leave like this, what if something happens to you? "
Although the other party's background is not clear at all.
But when Qingyin saw her in such a painful appearance, she felt very sad.
I live alone in a cellar without sunlight and live for fifteen years.
What kind of mistake did she make to imprison her like this?
Qingyin's more thoughts on her, the less she doesn't understand.
"Child, just think I beg you. Would you leave here? This is not the place you should stay. Leave here and go far. Yes, go find your master, with him here. You can be safe and peaceful for the rest of your life!"
The woman pulled Qingyin's sleeve, her phoenix eyes shone with tears, and she looked up at Qingyin's cheek.