The aura was like mist, permeating around the little hand, revealing a strange and coquettish red color.
The wrists and above were covered by black sleeves, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. However, the pink and white face became more and more rosy and energetic, and Chi Sheng's complexion seemed to have the blood and vitality sucked away along with the layer of red mist. Slowly
, getting paler.
As more of the aura was sucked away, the entire palace began to change. In the bright silvery room, fine clouds of white mist slowly rose up from everywhere, and the clouds circulated, reflecting the silvery glow.
, intertwined and overlapped, the fairyland is meandering, like smoke and yarn.
The vigorous Shenze slowly spread out around the two of them, and the majestic temperament penetrated straight into his heart. Bai Chu stood outside the wall and was suppressed by such a formidable Shenze. He took a few steps back, frowned and covered his heart, feeling really angry inside.
The waves were turbulent and very uncomfortable.
On the other side of the wall, Chi Sheng did not feel any better than she did, but in an instant, her face was so pale that there was no trace of blood left, and even her lips were white. A frown slowly formed between the eyebrows, and sweat slowly formed on her forehead and temples.
When he came, his face was full of pain. But the shy and timid smile at the corner of his mouth was still hanging on his face, which looked very scary.
Seeing the red mist around the little hand becoming lighter and thinner.
Chi Sheng's body seemed to be shaky and unable to hold up.
Before the shock and shock had passed, Bai Chu stared inside and suddenly choked on his breath.
There seemed to be a foreign object stuck in her throat. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. At some point, her hands, which were clenched into fists, began to tremble slightly. She looked inside, her breathing messed up.
I'm afraid even Chi Sheng herself doesn't know that her body is not Qingluan, not a phoenix, or even... not even a living creature.
In the mist, Chi Sheng finally lost all his strength and fell limp to the ground. A flash of blue light appeared, and in the blink of an eye, there was no one else where Chi Sheng fell to the ground. There was only a green bamboo tube, four inches long, with thirteen springs, like
The body of a phoenix has a sheng pipe.
The ordinary sheng wind instrument, such a dead thing, is actually Chi Sheng?
It is not easy for a living creature to cultivate immortality, let alone a dead creature? Born to be a god? This is simply a big joke!
Chi Sheng is not Qingluan, how could Chi Su not know? A sudden chill came from all directions, penetrating into clothes, skin, and blood. Bai Chu's eyes were frozen, and his eyebrows were cold.
Unless Chi Su deliberately turned a dead thing into a god, deliberately created an identity for her, let her stay with him in this identity, and even...become his empress. No wonder, they are both on the same side.
The master, Chi Su, would be at a disadvantage so quickly when fighting the Demon Lord. Making a dead creature a god would have cost a lot of energy.
But why did Chi Su do this?
The green pipe and sheng fell to the ground, and the silver light in the palace was reflected on it, and the flowing light was exquisite.
"Black Mao" picked up the sheng on the ground, wiped the dust on it with his sleeves, walked a few steps, carefully placed it on the bed, and covered it with a quilt.
The corner of his mouth curled into a slight smile.
This smile was gentle and warm, with youthful beauty refreshing her eyes. It was very much like the person Bai Chu had been thinking about for thirty thousand years.
She vaguely seemed to have guessed something in her heart, and Bai Chu didn't dare to continue guessing. Such a secret was too obscure, and it wasn't something she should know, let alone what she could bear if she knew it. She couldn't hold back the turmoil in her heart any longer, and seized the opportunity.
He walked out the door and left as if running away.
In the hall, "Black Mao", who had covered Sheng with a quilt, glanced towards the wall, his eyes slightly lowered, and the smile on his lips deepened.