Many unexpected things often happen in life, such as regrets before we have time to say goodbye. Who knows that yesterday's glory will be like a wild dog on the street, and today it will be as miserable as a wild dog on the street, and it will become a soul under the knife in an instant.
Jiu Ci closed his eyes slightly. He was not afraid of death, nor did he want to die, but he had to die. If he didn't die, he would become a stain on his sister. If he didn't die, Ge'er would have to bear more suffering.
He thought that he could conceal the truth, and he was cautious and uneasy. He thought that just by washing his hands in the golden basin and sealing the soul-eating scythe to suppress the evil bones, he could cover up the dirty past with a smile.
Reality proved that his internal organs could not escape the divine light, which was more painful than a thousand arrows piercing his heart.
He just wants to die.
In this way, you don't have to worry about Ge'er all the time.
It was only the sudden incident in the Ghost City that made him open his heart to little Moyou. He would have to die in the ghost-slaying formation before marrying her.
This life is really miserable, but it is as wonderful as years.
When the thorns were pulled out, a netherworld flower bloomed and countless will-o'-wisps were extinguished.
Jiu Ci seemed to feel something, and suddenly looked up.
All the legendary ghosts in the sky were looking at one place.
There, the young man stood in red, covered with a dark mask, revealing bright red lips.
She waved a fan filled with smoke and black butterflies, slowly appeared in the thorn ghost-slaying array, and looked at Jiu Ci indifferently: "Do I allow you to die?"
Jiu Ci looked at her, his mouth slightly opened: "You..." Ge'er, his Ge'er.
He never dreamed that Qingge would appear in the monument.
Suddenly, Jiu Ci was frightened: "Let's go, go quickly, leave me alone, I deserve it, I'm asking for death, leave me alone, please, leave quickly."
He was almost begging, his eyes filled with tears.
"Shut up."
Qingge said coldly: "If you say one more word, I will kill you. Even if you want to die, you can only die in my hands. What does it mean to die here?"
Even if you die, you must fall back to your roots, return to the four stars, and return to the ancestral grave of Yefu! "Do you know that I have hunted 80,000 ghosts, and I am a guilty person."
Jiu Ci cried bitterly.
Qing Ge smiled lightly: "If we can't go to heaven, why not go to hell together?
You are not me, how do you know I don’t want to go to hell?
How do I know that heaven is my joy?”
Jiu Ci was stunned, looked at Qing Ge blankly, and started to cry hopelessly.
In the past, he never cried when he was wronged, and he never cried even when he was injured and dying, but now he just wants to cry loudly and hug his song.
"Who are you?"
The legendary ghost suspended in mid-air stared at Qing Ge and shouted angrily.
"This young master is your grandfather."
Qingge walked towards Jiuci. Wherever he passed, the thorns withered, leaving only ghost flowers everywhere.
Yes, she crushed the second Nether Flower fragment, and the dark energy surged through her limbs and was being absorbed by every muscle.
The evil aura coming from her body was even more terrifying than that of a legendary ghost! Qingge's fan touched the head of the poisonous snake on Jiu Ci, and the poisonous snake was burned to ashes by the dark flames.
Qing Ge's other hand caressed the side of Jiu Ci's face, looking up at Jiu Ci who was nailed to the animal skeleton: "Heaven, the road, light, hope, and faith are not as important as you.
If you die because of this, how do you know that I won't degenerate into a vicious ghost?
How do you know I won't destroy this monument, how do you know I won't become the second you, hunting those ghosts?"
Jiu Ci was suddenly stunned, shocked, and burst into tears. His eyes were bloodshot and terrifyingly red: "You can't..." "I can."
Qingge said indifferently: "Remember what I said today, all sentient beings on the Dao are nothing in my eyes."
"You have a dream..." "I don't."
Qing Ge's tone became colder and colder: "If the pursuit of a dream requires you to pay tribute, it's time to wake up from this dream."
"That's enough, I beg you, let's go, let's go!"
Jiuci's voice was hoarse and he cried bitterly.
"Jiuci, have I never told you what kind of person I am?"
Qing Ge turned around inch by inch as he spoke, facing away from Jiu Ci.
She looked at the ghosts in the sky, and her whole body was shrouded in evil aura. She saw a strong wind passing by, and when the hem of her robe flew around, her clothes turned black.
His deep and cold black eyes stared at the ghosts in the sky, with an evil smile on his lips: "Come on, today, I am going to massacre the city."
There has never been an absolute distinction between right and wrong in this world, and there is no right or wrong. Even if you are wrong, you must stick to it.
Kill, fall, her heart has always been dark, why bother pursuing that light, that heaven, that slim hope?
Qing Ge grinned and revealed a stern smile.
"I have killed more people than your ghosts."
Jiu Ci looked at her in black robe standing among the withered thorns, and his heart was shocked.
She has come all the way from the lowest place, how can her hands be clean?
There were tens of thousands of ghosts, but no one dared to step forward.
The cool wind frightened the ghost.
When I sang softly and waved my fan, black smoke covered the place, ink-colored withered butterflies were flying, but I saw the withered thorns coming back to life and regaining their strength.
Only this time, the thorns were connected and woven together to form a throne. He sat down slowly with a soft song, folded his legs, and shook his fan to blow out bursts of black wind, with withered butterflies dancing.
"Master Jiu, I promise. If you are not convinced, I don't mind letting you know what a real ghost hunter is."
Qingge raised her right hand high and closed her fan, only to see tens of thousands of black butterflies appear and strangle the epic ghost's neck.
Three hundred and sixty legendary ghosts suspended in the sky were sitting on the throne, overlooking the thorns, their anger was overwhelming, and their murderous intent was uncontrollable.
Who is this young man? He has such a terrifying dark energy.
Outside the big monument, Baili Shanhai stood in a place with dead grass. Feeling the powerful dark energy inside the big monument, he smiled: "Interesting, really interesting.
Good girl, there is no turning back for you. The fragments of the Netherworld Flower have been integrated into your blood and you cannot take them off.
If you are just an ordinary dark master, you can just cut off the evil spirit tendons. But if you cultivate the devil flower, the flower has been absorbed into the blood. How can you go to the immortal world and stay with the person you love forever?
Come, hell is your home, my empress."
Baili Shanhai took off the cloak on his head, revealing a pale and almost transparent face, with some lips as red as blood. Even though he pursed his lips, there were still sharp teeth extending from both sides of the mouth, and there was still a bit of...
Share nobility.
If Qing Ge were here, he would be shocked to find that this face is exactly the same as that of his deceased friend, but his temperament is completely different.
Mei Qingchen.
Mei Qingchen died in Longfeng Mountain.
It's really...horrifying.
Baili Shanhai closed his eyes and took a deep breath, looking extremely enjoying himself.
"Mei Qingchen, Mei Qingchen, you are such a waste. For such a good girl, you abandoned her. You should die, ha..." Baili Shanhai had a gloomy face and smiled: "You are a waste."
, I am not, I will witness the growth of a generation of empress."