The devil wants to counterattack today

Ziji leaned back nimbly, brushing the ground to avoid the first sword light, she was safe and sound, but when she turned over, the second sword light forcibly penetrated her shoulder, and the purple blood flowed smoothly Flowing from the wound.

Unexpectedly, Qionghua's strength is so strong, she has such a strong heart demon, and she has inhaled so much glandular incense, she can still stay awake under such circumstances, and even seriously injured her.

Ziji secretly regretted that this person was more powerful than the Minglang God who sealed her back then, but when she thought that she would be completely liberated if she swallowed this person, she put away the contempt in her heart, and stared at him with her purple eyes. Qionghua.

We must send this person into the realm of illusion as soon as possible, otherwise the ugly thing Xuan Puppet will definitely laugh at her.

"Such a handsome man, of course I am reluctant to kill him, but the man doesn't appreciate it, so I have to play with my slave."

After speaking, he gritted his teeth and flew into the air, crossed his hands, swiped his index and middle fingers towards the void where Qionghua was, and shouted sharply: "Open——"

Following Zi Ji's sound, the surroundings suddenly glowed with purple light, and the scent could no longer be smelled from the tip of the nose, but the pain in the head was still severe.

All kinds of voices were rushing back and forth in his head, swearing, laughing, panic, comforting, lingering... The strange and familiar ones alternated back and forth. Qionghua sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, covering his head with his hands, always Feel like it's going to explode anytime.

"what--"

Dazzling light flickered in front of his eyes, Qionghua's body went limp and collapsed to the ground, and he lost consciousness.

"You finally woke up, you scared me to death." Mo Chi hugged Qionghua who had just woken up, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was choked up, "I couldn't find you when I woke up last night, I was so scared. "

Seeing Mo Chi's sad look, Qiong Hua's heart seemed to have been stabbed by something, and he comforted softly: "I'm fine." After hesitating for a moment, his hands slowly wrapped around Mo Chi's slender waist.

"Then you are not allowed to abandon me next time, do you know?"

"Ah."

While Qionghua was enjoying this moment of peace, Mo Chi suddenly broke away from his embrace and separated a little distance. There were still obvious tears on his pale face, but his expression gradually became distorted.

"But this time you made me very angry."

"Ok?"

He only heard the tearing sound of the dagger piercing into the chest, his heart ached, Qionghua's pupils constricted, and he hummed softly. He looked at Mo Chi's hideous face, his vision gradually blurred, but Mo Chi's voice came from his ear. A voice full of hatred.

"Then you go, die, go!"

□□There was no pain, but the heart beat like a drum, Qionghua suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was dreaming just now, he subconsciously covered his heart, his chest was so clean that there was no trace of blood.

Looking up again, I could only see joyful expressions all over the room, the red silk ribbon swaying with the warm candlelight, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

But he had just lifted his feet and walked a few steps. In a flash, the scene in front of him was swallowed by blood. There was a pungent bloody smell in his mouth and nose. The old and new blood stains on the ground were intertwined. corpse.

The new blood flowed down the terrain to Qionghua's feet. He looked along and saw a man in red standing at the source.

"You guys forced me into this."

Mo Chi was dressed in red, his eyes were red, the blood on the sword hadn't dried yet, but he only repeated one sentence in his mouth.

Qionghua stood where he was, his boots soaked in blood on the ground. He stared fixedly at the unfamiliar Mochi, and his heart began to ache again. After hesitating for a moment, he called out hoarsely, "Mochi."

Hearing the sound, Mo Chi in front of him suddenly stopped in his tracks, his hands stopped, and a bloody head rolled to his feet. The blood stains splashed on the hem of his clothes, and soon disappeared.

He raised his head, but when he saw the person coming, his hands trembled violently, and the sword in his hand slipped to the ground without knowing when, making a crisp sound.

Mo Chi ran towards Qionghua recklessly, hugged Qionghua tightly excitedly, the tears in his eyes seemed to be broken, and he kept muttering: "You are finally back, I have been waiting for you!" How long have you been."

Qionghua's hand touched Mo Chi's back, and patted him lightly a few times, but Mo Chi suddenly pushed him away, lowered his head and kept rubbing the blood on his hand, his fair skin was a little red and swollen , but kept repeating in his mouth: "I am not like this, I am not like this."

Qionghua held the blood-stained hands distressedly, but at this moment Mo Chi suddenly raised his head, the surprise in his eyes was gradually buried by hatred, his eyes turned red, he broke free from Qionghua's hand, and directly grabbed it. Qionghua's neck.

"It was you who made me like this, you who made me fall into the devil, and you who made me cast aside by the world."

As if aware of the dangerous situation, Qionghua raised his hand instinctively, and looked at the familiar eyebrows, the blue light on his fingertips gradually went out again, he raised his hand to gently caress Mo Chi's cheek, and wiped the pimples on his face. blood stains.

"I want you to die."

The person in front of him seemed to be dazed, his eyes were red as if they would bleed in the next second.

The hand around the neck tightened more and more, the air became thinner, but the heart was beating violently, but the sound of distant and near was hypnotic, Qionghua's hand slowly dropped down.

The scenes are constantly switching, the death of this scene is the beginning of the next scene, there is no chance for Qionghua to breathe.

I saw kapoks as bright as fire fluttering in the air, but one of them quietly landed on the shoulder of the man in Tsing Yi, and the young man was squatting in front of the tree digging for something.

Recalling the red-clothed Mochi he met just now, Qionghua looked at such a peaceful scene, and couldn't bear to step forward to disturb her, so she stood there for a long time and looked at it for a long time.

As if he had dug something, the young man turned around and looked back at him with a smile, his cheeks were a little flushed, and he raised the wine jar in his hand: "Shall we drink together?"

Seeing such a gentle Mo Chi, Qionghua's heart moved, the corners of her straight mouth slightly raised, she walked over slowly and squatted down to keep eye level with Mo Chi, only to hear Mo Chi mutter: "I didn't let me drink last time. "

Hearing that Mo Chi expressed his dissatisfaction with the last time, Qionghua couldn't help but rubbed his head, and said softly, "It won't happen in the future."

Sure enough, when Mo Chi heard this, his eyes were filled with starlight: "Then I will bury a lot of wine here in the future, and we will drink every day!"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I didn't know what I thought of, the starlight in my eyes suddenly went out, and the voice was still full of grievances: "Then will you come with me?"

Qionghua was startled, the ice in her eyes had already turned into a pool of spring water.

"Ah."

"But--"

Mo Chi raised his head slowly, with disbelief flashing in his eyes, he threw the wine jar in his hand towards Qionghua's side without hesitation, leaned slightly and quickly picked up the broken pieces of the wine jar.

"you lied to me!"

Saying that, he inserted into Qionghua's heart indifferently, looked at Qionghua with a ferocious face, and said word by word: "You didn't wait for me at all, you abandoned me."

Qionghua didn't dodge, looked down at the kapok that fell on the debris, and stretched out his hand to pick it up. Just when he was about to touch the kapok that fell from Mochi's shoulder, his hand fell heavily to the ground, but Hua didn't know Where did he go, but the pain in his chest got worse.

*****

"Mr. Mo, do you really want to go in too? It's too dangerous." Hongyu looked at Qionghua who was curled up on the ground with pain on her face, and became more and more worried, trying to persuade Mo Chi not to enter the illusion, "Then Ziji Xuangui You have not been caught yet, if he sabotages behind the scenes, you will only be in more danger."

However, Mo Chi just handed her a bead in his hand, and confessed: "If you encounter an emergency, just crush this bead. It can help delay the time, and I will come back as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he sat down, clenched Qionghua's sweat-soaked hand with one hand, and held Moli with the other to start driving his mind.

After entering meditation, Mo Chi also came to the realm of illusion.

Seeing the darkness around him, he yelled Qionghua's name a few times, but there was nothing but empty echoes.

It was just that his heart was beating violently suddenly, and Mo Chi had a bad premonition. After all, it had been so long, and Qionghua hadn't come out of the illusory realm. It seemed that, as Ziji said, Qionghua had a deep demon in her heart, and he couldn't get rid of it. I don't want to come out either.

Don't want to come out?

He wants to see what is trapping Qionghua.

The hands under the sleeves clenched into fists.

At this moment, a white spot of light flashed in front of his eyes, and Mo Chi quickly followed.

Gradually the dark space became brighter, and the white spots disappeared, but a familiar figure appeared not far away, lying on the ground looking for something.

Mo Chi hesitated, and tentatively said, "Qinghua."

The man ignored him and kept groping on the ground.

Mo Chi stepped forward, squatted beside the man, patted his shoulder, and asked softly, "Did you lose something?"

"Lost something?" The man fumbled for a while, and kept repeating a sentence, "What did I lose, what did I lose?"

Repeatedly repeating it like a demon, suddenly the man knelt on the ground, covered his head and howled in a low voice.

"Ah—my head hurts."

Seeing this man's distressed appearance, Mo Chi's eyes were a little sour. He reached out and grabbed the hands that were hammering his head, put them on his lips and kissed them lightly, and coaxed, "You didn't lose anything."

As if he had been soothed, the kneeling man was finally willing to look up at him, and the dejected, arrogant and inoffensive look on his face had long since disappeared.

Mo Chi hugged him distressedly, comforting him in a low voice, but the dagger in his hand mercilessly plunged straight into the man's abdomen.

The man in his arms looked up at him in disbelief, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and only heard a sharp sound, as if it came from the abyss.

"He doesn't want to kill me."

Seeing the disappearing person, Mo Chi's eyes were already frozen.

In the illusion, there are only two situations, either you kill the illusion, or the illusion kills you, but if you want to get out of the illusion, you must kill the illusion, otherwise you will only be trapped in the illusion, and every time you are killed by the illusion, you will be killed by the illusion. It will consume more spiritual power until the spiritual power is exhausted and eventually dies.

Combined with Qionghua's situation, Mo Chi gradually had a guess, but he refused to believe it until he saw it with his own eyes.