Cosmic Chronicle: Brilliant Stars

Chapter 175 Xiao Ling
The beautiful scenery of blue sky and white clouds seemed to Tianle like a thick curtain blocking his eyes. Trying to see clearly caused more fog, shrouding him one after another.

Thinking that Yunge came from another world like Qin Yao, happened to appear in Luoxia Town, and knew the Snow Qilin in the secret realm.The light sound-transmitting jade in my hand also became extremely heavy.

After all, she still didn't ask Yun Ge directly, if she found out that she had something to do with Qin Yao, maybe she would do something.

All this is enough for them to know and bear. Yun Ge only needs to work hard to become stronger. As for the secrets about her, he will know all of them one day.

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As the sky began to darken, thick black clouds squeezed the sky, covering up the blue just now, as if they were about to fall down, the depressing whole world began to be quiet, and the indifferent wind whistled mournfully, ignoring For those who have just experienced disasters, it is just like the mountains and rains are about to come.

Sifang City was trampled by monsters across the desolate outskirts, and in a temple that had survived being dilapidated, a handsome Qingxian in red was hiding in a small corner with a Tianyuan painted bone umbrella.

The burn on the wrist was unbearably painful, and it could only heal slowly after a long period of time by practicing hard and not being stained with blood.

Qingxian looked worriedly at the gate of the temple, this injury really didn't come at the right time.

As night falls, the spring rain is like smoke and mist, floating silently on the whole land, and the annual plum rain season is here.

At the beginning, no matter day or night, I kept dripping tears, sometimes heartbroken, sometimes crying bitterly, just like a person when he was hit, the tears kept dripping,

This season has been raining and there is no sunshine for a few days. It is the best time for ghosts to appear. Generally, ghost cultivators who have cultivated ghost generals will come out to look for prey during this rainy season.

And Qingxian, who has just found the way of ghost cultivator, is this delicious prey. Low ghost power and no self-protection power are the best choice in the eyes of all ghost generals and above.

There are also some rain leaks in the temple, but the ghost doesn't have to worry about it. Qingxian, who has just practiced enough to touch the real thing, moves carefully and hides behind various floating cloths in the temple.

In the dark rainy night, there was a cry of a child, as if lost, crying non-stop.

"Woooo..."

The voice was a bit harsh, and Qingxian frowned slightly. This child was definitely not human. All the survivors had been searched and rescued in Sifang City.

Perhaps because no one paid attention to the little girl who was suffering in the rainy night, her voice gradually weakened.

Just when Qingxian thought she had gone far away, she heard the sound of water dripping from inside the temple, which was creepy.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

Although Qingxian has been used to countless scary scenes, she still can't help but want to escape in such a depressing scene.

He can't win any of these ghost cultivators. If he doesn't want to be used as nourishment, he can only practice in hiding, but it is inevitable to meet those high-level ghost cultivators during the rainy season.

"Little brother, why don't you play with me?"

The sudden sound made Qing Xian stunned for a moment, recalling the appearance when he died, and transformed into a blood-covered Ghost Cultivator, with two large holes in his abdomen that were bleeding, which looked extremely terrifying.

"I don't like playing with children."

He said these words in a pretentiously gloomy tone, confident that the little girl would be frightened by his appearance and appeared in the middle of the temple with Qing Xian who was very skilled in disguise.

"what!!!"

A scream sounded, Qingxian looked at the little girl who had no human form in front of her and jumped into the distance in fright, completely forgetting that she was also in a miserable state, and said incoherently:
"Why did you die so badly!!! Scared me to death!"

"Giggle!"

"Big brother is so fun, I can't bear to say anything."

A horrifying voice came, and when Qing Xianxu squinted and looked again, the little girl had transformed into a normal appearance. She was about four or five years old, with two pigtails, and a chubby face inlaid with dark eyes without pupils. eyeballs.

Although it is still very creepy, it is much better than the one where the nose and eyes were not recognized just now.

Seeing that the other party is friendly, she is still a very poor little girl, Qing Xian thinks of her former self, although her temper has changed a lot after becoming a ghost, and she doesn't need to act according to other people's faces, but the inferiority complex and miserable appearance in her bones are no matter what. Can not forget.

Holding the Tianyuan painted bone umbrella, he slowly floated over and returned to his normal appearance. The red dress complemented his original handsome appearance, and he squatted down and said slowly:

"How long have you been dead?"

The realm of ghost cultivation is divided into wandering souls, little ghosts, fierce ghosts, war ghosts, ghost generals, ghost kings, ghost emperors, and ancestors of all ghosts.

Judging by her tone of voice just now, she must become a brat no matter what.

The little girl looked at the most beautiful male ghost she had ever seen, thought for a while, but frowned and said, "I don't know how long it has been, when I woke up, I thought everyone was like this, until I saw other children Can play in the sun…”

Seeing the little girl's bewildered look, Qing Xian feels distressed. Since she became a wandering soul, she realizes that there are countless people worse than him in this world.

His previous pain was nothing at all, at least he grew up safely.

However, before he could make a sound, a strong resentment and a strong smell of blood came from outside the temple, and he picked up the little girl and hid behind the pillar, hiding her body with a sky kite painted bone umbrella.

The little girl tilted her head and bent it almost ninety degrees. After seeing the resentful female ghost outside the temple, she turned her head and said:

"If you don't have strong grievances, she won't notice you. I don't even have anyone who complains, so naturally I won't attract her attention. But those outside are miserable..."

The ghosts are not as sympathetic as Qing Xian, the little girl looked at the wandering souls outside very calmly, but she came from that stage.

Qing Xian looked like this before, he said that he had seen why he didn't rush forward, looked down at the little girl who was also fluttering, and asked:

"My name is Qing Xian, what's your name?"

"I don't have a name, and I don't have any friends. Only a Taoist priest called me a kid."

The little girl looked at the injury on Qingxian's arm, then looked at the umbrella above her head that made her feel very safe, and said with a hint of envy: "The people around you are so kind to you, and this umbrella is also beautiful, I think Nothing at all……"

There is no name, no memory, no good body, and even the clothes are the first one.

She also wants to wear a nice dress...

But ghost cultivation is really too difficult, and some of the ghost coins have been used for cultivation. Now that I am so poor that I don't have a single word, I don't have any extra money to buy those beautiful skirts.

Qingxian naturally understands what the little girl said. It turns out that the little girl thought that the living people burned money to buy this umbrella for him in the underworld.

Ghost cultivators cannot directly bring the clothes and weapons of the Yang world on their bodies, which will prevent the soul from absorbing the essence of the world, and weapons that are contaminated with the breath of the Yang world cannot be used, and can only be purchased in the Nine Nether Realms.

Of course, that kind of ghost cultivator can't be compared, like Jinse can bask in the sun.

Qingxian looked at the dangerous rainy night outside and thought for a while, then asked: "Do you like the name Xiaoling?"

(End of this chapter)