The whole world is being reborn except me

In the boundless dark hell, a bright red color gradually spread, and many creatures were approaching there, and they contributed all the blood they swallowed to create this bloody sea.

The dark hell finally has a color different from the black mist.

The whole body of those creatures was covered by black mist. From a distance, they looked like clusters of mist, and their true shapes could not be seen clearly at all.

The lower creatures in the demon world have always looked like this. They will never be able to cultivate their human form forever, and will always maintain their current form. Because they have no thinking, their only thought is to devour the living and consume their flesh and blood. They are all dedicated to the demon world, so that they can gain strength.

The monsters continued to get out the blood they had absorbed, and sprinkled it on the ground little by little, making the place stained red with blood.

"Dingling——" the crisp bell sounded, and the monsters were puzzled for a moment. They looked around suspiciously, but found nothing, so they looked back and continued to do their own things seriously.

Speaking of it, it is also because their ideas are simple, and they don't see people, so they don't care about other things.

In the direction where the bell sound originally came from, someone was hanging from the trees in the Demon Realm, watched them scatter the blood, and moved their legs boredly, the little girl in the green shirt instantly changed her position, directly Stand on a branch.

The bell rang again, "Dingling, Dingling, Dingling——"

She moved her right foot on purpose, making the bell hanging on the top tie make a rather crisp and loud sound.

The little fish jumped directly to the ground, and said to the monsters displeasedly: "Are you going to the human village again?"

The monsters didn't know anything else, but they could hear the dissatisfaction in the words of this powerful fellow. They trembled, and the black mist that originally enveloped them was also crumbling.

The girl in green shirt narrowed her eyes in displeasure, her originally pretty facial features seemed a little cold at this moment.

The monsters shrank back aggrievedly, seeing her eyes still on them, a cloud of black mist approached them, and mustered up the courage to draw a few words on the ground.

Most low-level monsters are illiterate, only a few simple words.

It marked all the words it wanted to say on the ground, but if it didn't know how to write, it just replaced it with circles.

Xiaoyu rubbed the space between her eyebrows, thinking she was a little distressed, she gave a "tsk", waved her hand and said to them: "Stop writing, I can't understand."

The monster withdrew shyly, and returned to the many black mist. Gradually, he couldn't tell which one was him.

But the little fish smiled at them, and there was a strange black light in his eyes, and the light flashed, and all the low-level monsters screamed.This is the crushing of their level by the high-level demons, and just a glance is enough to make them disappear.

But Xiaoyu's purpose at this time was not to get rid of them, but to give these monsters a little warning, and soon she looked away, and said lightly: "Next time, don't run out without authorization, or I won't be so easy to talk to." .”

The black mist shivered, and finally left a shallow mark on the ground in aggrieved manner, as if they had agreed to her request.

The time for that big battle is getting closer and closer, but the demon lord she is most wary of has not reacted at this moment. Xiaoyu is vigilant in her heart, not daring to take it lightly, nor can she act rashly, she is afraid that she will accidentally offend him. What, the Taoist priest was implicated.

She has been trying the best way to solve things recently, and she has begun to have some clues, but... always feels that something is missing.

Xiaoyu sighed, looked up at this dark area, and then followed the sound of the bell, she walked inside bit by bit.

Ye Mingzhuo slowly opened her eyes. The flash of light made her not used to it. After a burst of stinging glare, Ye Mingzhuo covered her eyes with her hands. She opened her eyes again when she gradually got used to the light.

Consciousness gradually came back, and the focus in the eyes slowly recovered. Ye Mingzhuo was in a trance for a while, thinking: How long has she been sleeping, why is she not used to the light when she opened her eyes.

Recalling the scene before she fell into a coma, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously looked outside, everything in front of her eyes was covered by the curtain.

Ye Mingzhuo got up, she stretched out her hand, and hung the nearby curtains on both sides respectively.

The clothes she was wearing were still the same ones before she fell into a coma, but her hands and feet were a little weak, and she couldn't get any energy out of her body. Thinking it was because she had been in a coma for too long, Ye Mingzhuo felt her pulse.

Fortunately, there is no major problem, just use spiritual power to adjust the internal breath.

A black shadow appeared on the ground, Ye Mingzhuo raised his head consciously, and found Ning Zhiyuan standing inside the house without any surprise.

"I woke up earlier than I thought." Ning Zhiyuan said, at this time he took off all his disguise, no longer showing others a gentle and polite mask, he looked at Ye Mingzhuo with indifferent eyes, raised his chin slightly, condescending looking at her.

Ye Mingzhuo gave him a complicated look, and asked in a low voice: "Why, why?"

She was a little weak, and her voice sounded weak. If it weren't for the support of spiritual power, she might not be able to complete a sentence.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then Ning Zhiyuan smiled: "You ask me why? Ming Zhuo, do you really want to know the truth?"

This was the first time Ning Zhiyuan called her "Ming Zhuo" since their falling out, but he couldn't hide the maliciousness during that time.

Ye Mingzhuo looked at him puzzled, thinking that he was pretending to be profound, "What are you talking about?"

She thought that Ning Zhiyuan had lost his temper, but when Ye Mingzhuo met his eyes, Ye Mingzhuo's heart suddenly shook, and an extremely exaggerated idea came to her mind. She actually felt that what Ning Zhiyuan said at this moment was true, she actually felt that Ning Zhiyuan The truth that Zhiyuan said was a weight she couldn't bear no matter what.

Ye Mingzhuo's face was bloodless, her lips were pale, and she glanced at him suspiciously, but in the end curiosity overcame reason.

Ye Mingzhuo said: "You tell me."

Ning Zhiyuan looked at her for a while, then raised his lips, as if smiling, but his eyes were very cold: "Then I'll let you see clearly."

He turned his palm up, and a palm-sized mirror appeared in front of him. Ning Zhiyuan faced her with the smooth mirror, and said, "Look."

Ye Mingzhuo took a look, but there was nothing inside, not even her appearance.

She frowned: "What the hell are you doing..." Ghost.

Ye Mingzhuo's words stopped abruptly. She stared wide-eyed at the scene in the mirror. A picture gradually appeared in it, accompanied by a human voice. Then, the picture became clearer and clearer. Ye Mingzhuo clearly saw it in the mirror. She herself, and the young man in white beside her.

The man was wearing a golden mask, which looked a bit mysterious, only revealing his clear and soft eyes, which were shining brightly. Originally, it was a very disrespectful behavior not to show his true face, but because of his elegant Lan's gentle temperament, and suddenly it seems that the mask that covers the face is no longer so important.

Ye Mingzhuo was shocked, and subconsciously glanced at Ning Zhiyuan.

Why did such a strange scene appear, and she seemed to have never seen the young man wearing a golden mask in the mirror, but she felt that this person was somewhat familiar.

Ning Zhiyuan's face was cold, and he glanced at her indifferently, as if saying: "Look carefully."

Ye Mingzhuo had to watch patiently.

The person on the screen spoke.

The young man in white had gentle eyes, and he said to the person next to him, "Miss Ming Zhuo, what do you want from me?"

Ye Mingzhuo continued to be shocked in his heart, this is... Yun Xihe's voice?

As a doctor, she is very aware of people's inner breath and the way of speaking. At this moment, Yun Xihe seemed to be fine, but she could hear from the breath of his speech that his inner breath was unstable. , and hurt his vitality, at this time he is very fragile, even a child can kill him.

Yun Xihe in the mirror image is near the end of his life.

She looked at herself in the mirror and glanced at Yun Xihe in a daze. The emotions in her eyes were very complicated, as if rolling black mist, and finally calmed down slowly.

"Xihe, do you have a good relationship with Xiao Wu?" Ye Mingzhuo in the mirror asked suddenly.

The young man in white seemed to be a little puzzled. He obviously didn't understand why she suddenly brought up this question, so he smiled, "Master Ye saved me, and I am very grateful to him."

Ye Mingzhuo looked a little strange, she muttered to herself: "So, you don't like it?"

"Miss Ming Zhuo?" The young man noticed her abnormality and asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell, your face looks a little ugly."

Ye Mingzhuo smiled and looked at him quietly, his smile was a little weird.

Ye Mingzhuo who was outside the mirror was startled, the person inside was both like her and not her, but her every move was very similar to him, so every word she said, Ye Mingzhuo knew the meaning in her heart.

She looked at Ning Zhiyuan suddenly, and said loudly: "Ning Zhiyuan, what do you mean?!"

Ning Zhiyuan's smile looked a bit cold: "You should know, shouldn't you?"

Ye Mingzhuo threw the mirror to the ground, and the scene in it dissipated instantly. She covered her ears in a breakdown, shook her head and said, "It's not me, it's not me, I won't do that."

As smart as she is, she already knew what was going to happen next.

If she knew that the little brother she had always loved fell in love with a man who was dying, then in order not to let his feelings deepen, she would...

However, why does such a thing appear in the mirror image? Could it be that it predicts the future?Ye Mingzhuo's mood was a little broken at this time, she shook her head desperately, and kept saying: "This is impossible, this is not me..."

"I won't, I won't!"

Ning Zhiyuan picked up the mirror, and asked lightly: "Do you still want to ask me why?"