Interested in painting

The fire was dim and unclear, and the general layout could be discerned faintly. Spikes grew on the wooden bars of the cell, and the black at the tip was sinister. Looking inside, there were two people lying there, and the man in black robes guarded the other In his arms, in a protective posture.

The young man who was protected in his arms frowned slightly, as if he was having a bad dream.

"Shallow, shallow mirror!" The young man exclaimed, opened his eyes, and sat up in shock. After a while of panting, he came back to his senses, and then felt the coldness on his waist. Frowning, he supported Yan Yu on his shoulder, but saw the other party's pale, bloodless face, and his whole body was cold.

"Underworld Lord, Underworld Lord." Qin Youyi hurriedly called twice, but did not get any response. He wanted to open a dark path back to the painting building, but it was in vain. After several attempts, Qin Youyi finally became a little anxious. Thinking of the medical knowledge that he had discarded for a long time, he managed to stabilize his mood and feel Yan Yu's pulse.

Void.

Qin intentionally frowned, helped Yan Yu to sit up, raised his palm and pressed his luck on Yan Yu's back, as soon as the spiritual energy entered his body, he felt endless coldness, thinking of the vague words he heard in pain before, Qin Youyi's expression was complicated, he calmed down slightly, and began to surround Zhou Tian with Yan Yu's own Qi to repair his body.

Three quarters of an hour later, Qin Youyi withdrew his hand, Yan Yu's body was unsupported, and fell backwards, Qin Youyi helped him up, looked down at the handsome face lying on his shoulders, and sighed in his heart, although he didn't know where he started, but I can't afford your affection for me...

Finally, the ability is still usable. Qin Youyi can bring a little warmth to Yan Yu. He arranged for a good person, and then he raised his eyes to look outside the cell. A clear shadow stood there for an unknown how long. Qin Youyi stood up calmly and said: "Qing, Qingguang Demon Lord."

"Yes, Mr. Qin, what advice do you have?" Demon Lord Qingguang smiled, and the fairy spirit turned into evil spirit.

Qin Youyi was full of questions, but he pursed his lips, but he didn't ask. He just sat down slowly, beside Yan Yu, and said softly, "Qin doesn't dare, Qingguang Demon Lord is a senior." Senior, senior, Qin is just a junior, junior, junior, if the senior has something to say, the junior just listen."

Qin Youyi's attitude made people suspicious, and even Qingguang Demon Lord was taken aback for a moment. He did not expect such a reaction, but after all, the old fox, Qingguang Demon Lord quickly recovered his complexion, and said: "I just came here with good intentions. Just a word of reminder, as long as Mr. Qin gives up on the investigation, I will definitely not embarrass the two of you, and I will personally send you out of here."

"Heh." Qin intentionally pursed his lips and smiled, and said, "The younger generation always likes to search for strange stories, hoping that the devil will atone for his sins."

"Then don't blame me for being rude to you two." Qingguang Mojun sneered, turned and left.

Qin intended to have time to sort out his mind. When he was pierced by the ghosts before, although it was painful, he was able to search for the memories of the ghosts from the pain. In the memories of the ghosts, he saw a man holding a glass lamp. The monk, that monk can not be called benevolent, but serious and tough.

After the man sacrificed the glass cup, he was also seriously injured, and his state of mind was even more lacking. At that time, in the white light, Qin deliberately couldn't see the appearance of the man, but saw the man in the plain white Taoist robe stretch out his hand and pull the man. A hand, and then... and then he woke up.

According to Hei San, that monk should be Qian Jing, but who is that man in Taoist robe?Is it Qian Jing's former friend?It's still a mess of information and I don't know where the breakthrough point is.Qin deliberately sighed, looked at Yan Yu who was leaning against the wall and closed his eyes, and sighed again, and fell down, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

After the Qingguang Demon Lord left the dungeon, he wanted to go back to the main hall, but he didn't want to see the blood light appearing in the sky. The heat, if the cultivation base is slightly lower, it may be burned to death, and it is also thanks to the Qingguang Demon Lord... who is old.

The Qingguang Demon Lord entered, the path outside was scorching hot, but the inside was extremely cold. This is an ice palace carved out of a huge mountain of black ice. The Qingguang Demon Lord landed on the ground, walked slowly, took a deep step, and said "Chuan Chuan" between eyebrows. Go a little deeper, until you find the disheveled man with disheveled hair biting his wrist behind the Frozen Throne.

"Pick up the sword." Qingguang Mojun walked over quickly, frowning.

"Don't come here!" Biting his wrist, the voice squeezed out between his teeth was even more painful: "Kill me, Qingyuan, kill me, kill me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qingguang Mojun scolded, pinched his sword fingers with his left hand and slashed his right wrist, walked over without any fear, put his wrist next to the man, and said: "It's my fault, it's time to do things these few days When it’s time, it’s a little less, take out the sword, let’s go..."

No matter how strong a man's willpower is, he has already tasted the taste of blood. He has long been addicted to mortals, fairy monsters, and gods and demons, so he rushed forward without waiting for Qingguang Demon Lord's words, bit the snow-white wrist, greedily Sucking, eyes are red, seems to have gone mad.

"Drink slowly." Qingguang Mojun didn't frown for this, but just combed the man's hair, and lifted the long hair that blocked his face. The man was still a man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but the bloodshot eyes cut down the righteousness. , adding a bit of evil.

With the blood of the Qingguang Demon King entering the body, the man's bloody wrist recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing that he gradually had a painful expression, it can be seen that his mind is slowly regaining consciousness, but the body movement can't resist until the corner of his eye Seeing the pale face of the Qingguang Demon Lord, the man tried his best to suppress the urge to drink it all the time. He held Qingguang Demon Lord's hand and pressed his right hand on his wrist. The warm golden light helped repair the bloody place.

"Putting the sword, I'm fine." Qingguang Mojun wanted to break away, but he didn't expect the man's hand to be tightly clenched, and the strength was mixed with a bit of anger. He smiled at the man and said: "Putting the sword, refrain from anger and anger!" , I’m still a wounded person, you see, I’m almost sucked dry by you.”

The strength on the sword hand was a little lighter, but it was still held firmly, looking at Qingyuan with red eyes, and said: "I told you to take the opportunity to kill me."

"No." Qingyuan turned his head, curled his lips and said, "If I kill you, wouldn't all my blood be in vain?"

"I've always looked down on life and death, and it's not true..." Liao Jian wanted to finish, but his mouth was covered. Seeing Qingyuan's solemn expression, he shook his head and said, "Why are you obsessed, but It's a matter of time."

"Ha, it's just a question of sooner or later." Qingyuan broke free from the imprisonment of the sword, stood up and looked down: "It's just a matter of sooner or later, isn't it? How about we change it? I also feel that the blood has been drained Maybe it will feed you, come on!"

He said he wanted to cut his wrist again.

After holding the sword, he quickly grabbed the man's hand, moved both hands, each took one of the man's hands, and grabbed the man into his arms. When he touched Qingyuan's warm body, he was stunned for a moment, but he didn't push him away. Just locked, frowning: "No nonsense."

Qingyuan let out a "ha" and said with a sneer: "Is there any reason? You are only allowed to mess around, but I can't do it? You still rely on me... Forget it, I won't talk to you, let me go."

As he spoke, he pulled his hands down, pushed his elbows back lightly, and separated the two of them, and then walked away with a flick of his sleeves, leaving behind the sword in a daze.