The bright moon sits on the ground

Duan Que was so close, she couldn't hear anything for half a stick of incense, as if her sense of hearing had been taken away as well.

When those chaotic voices poured into the cochlea again, Duan Que woke up like a dream. There was a rapid knocking sound outside the half-melted copper door, accompanied by violent impact, without rules, as if there was something Desperately want to get in.

"Master,? I just heard a strange voice coming from the dark room—" It was the voice of the wine-keeper, a little irritated, and at a loss. Immediately afterwards, Duan Que heard something There was a movement, as if people outside were trying to get rid of something,? There was a sound of breaking through the air,? She couldn't be more familiar with it, it was the sound when the token was thrown,? "Damn,? Why are there so many birds here?"

Duan Que suddenly understood what kind of message these incredible scenes were sending her.

She slowly retreated behind the copper door, lowered her voice, and called out the name of the youngest drinker girl, "Shen Huaixue, step back, let me take care of this, and the others will surely Come here after hearing the news, then, be sure to keep them away from here."

Shen Huaixue outside the door was stunned for a moment, and after a moment of silence, she still responded and said, "Master, please be careful."

Listening to the sound of footsteps gradually going away, Duan Que deliberately ignored the flock of birds that kept bumping against the copper door, and raised his eyes.

The light purple scales faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally escaped from the cage. The flaming flames quickly scorched the air in the dark room to thin, and Duan Que could feel the sweat continuously slipping from her neck into the skirt , She doesn't sweat very often, but now she is sweating profusely, and her breathing has gradually become difficult. The scene in front of her is covered with mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

She is an impersonal person, but she is always said to be too accurate in controlling these subtle emotions.

Duan Que could sense that the creature in front of her, perhaps something that could be called a "creature", had no malice towards her.

Furthermore, it doesn't like or dislike such weak existences as mortals, just like the relationship between ants and people. Except for those ignorant children, no one will go out of their way to kill them for no reason. Die an ant.

The small sun-like fireball gradually took shape, beak, wings... From the moment the shell was broken, it had the softest and sharpest feathers in the world, condensed the brilliance of the morning glow, and struck He stretched his body calmly.

However, Duan Que's sight was quickly attracted by other things - those faded light purple scales did not scatter all over the place, but flew towards the same direction, piled up layer by layer, she wiped off the thin film on her eyelashes. After sweating, the scene in front of her eyes became clearer. Looking at the pile of crystal clear scales, she vaguely felt that it looked like an eight-foot-tall human figure.

There was only a slight exhalation, like a sigh, or a syllable inadvertently leaked from between the lips and teeth.

The scales turned into a frosty white robe, with a shimmer almost lotus color, like gauze, but thinner than cicada wings, looking up along the slightly open skirt, the fluffy and soft black hair was bound by the jade crown, curly The tail of the hair hangs meekly around the waist, the face is calm, the thin lips are slightly pursed, the eyebrows are filled with green mountains like Daisy, and there are continuous winding rivers entangled, thousands of mountains and rivers, I am afraid it is just to describe this kind of appearance.If it weren't for the obvious Adam's apple on his neck and flat chest, Duan Que would have thought it was a woman.

However, she secretly thought that for some reason, she always felt that this appearance was somewhat similar to that of an acquaintance...

Those amethyst-like eyes slanted over lightly, and Duan Que suddenly looked at him, seeing the slender pupils in his eyes like embroidery needles, and the kind of indifference that was so easy to do, it made her feel a little nervous. The illusion of staring at a beast.

It's like when she accidentally broke into the deep woods when she was a child, sniffing the smell of blood and pursuing all the way, pushing aside the bushes, only to see a group of hungry wolves carving up a plump stag. At that moment, she was probably with one of them. The wolves looked at each other, and the bloody wolf glanced at her with cold, emotionless green eyes, and then, after all, it chose to bury its head in the food.

Those eyes were the same as at that time, they just glanced at her lightly, then quickly turned to look at the flame.

Duan Que followed his gaze and looked at the culprit who made her breathing difficult. After only a few breaths, the flame like a baby bird had grown a lot, reaching to the man's waist, with wide wings, faintly showing It has the characteristics that are not like ordinary birds-each feather is composed of wanton tongues of fire, and the three heads are raised up, as if looking at the distant vault.

At this point, it would be ridiculous not to know each other. Duan Que could tell that its appearance was more and more like that skeleton.

There should be two gods they have enshrined for many years, one is waiting all the time, and the other is reborn from the ashes.

Seeing that the flames were burning more and more violently, and the pool of blood was completely evaporated, Duan Que quickly tore off a piece of fabric, poured the blood wine from the wine gourd on the fabric, covered his mouth and nose, and lowered his Only then did I feel better about my body shape.

The copper door was very hot, even if she didn't touch it, she could still feel the scalding temperature.

The nine-headed phoenix has completely matured its feathers, and its tail feathers are glowing with a faint golden light, which is about golden stripes. It is very similar to the shape of the sun. Its body shape is already close to its original height, but it is still growing. An irreversible momentum, the flames are getting higher and higher, wishing to fill every corner of the world with flames and burn them to ashes before giving up.

The man who had been watching quietly stretched out his hand at this moment. His white and slender fingers easily penetrated the heavily wrapped flames without even burning his clothes. He lightly touched the feathers of the fire phoenix and said: " Wuzheng, don't break the rules."

I don't know if it was Duan Que's illusion, the flame froze for a moment, and then, at a faster speed than when it came, it got back into the body of the fire phoenix. At the same time, its body gradually became smaller until it was almost the size of the man. Side by side, they barely stopped.

Only then did Duan Que breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, and then she began to worry about other things again.

It was a woman with a sharp appearance, and those red phoenix eyes, after looking at them for a long time, even had the illusion of burning, the corners of her eyes were outlined with a blood-like color, reminding Duan Que that when the sun rises, the morning glow in the sky must be like So gorgeous and warm.

The feathers on her body have not completely faded, and there is a part left, which is left in place, covering the places that should be covered, but like the arms, waist, and the piece of skin from the knee to the ankle, which do not need to be covered so much. All the parts of her body are not covered, and logically speaking, it should look a bit slutty, but when placed on her, it only looks free and easy, as if she should be like this in the first place.

Those exposed skins are engraved with strange lines, gold and red are intertwined, Duan Que can't see what kind of pattern it is, but even a person who knows nothing can see the long and ancient pattern deposited in it. time.

The two people's eyes met for a moment, and then, the woman suddenly looked at Duan Que as if she had noticed something.

To be precise, she looked at the incomplete piece of cloth that was stained with blood wine in her hand.

The tail feathers swept across the ground lightly, leaving a scorched black mark. The woman walked over barefoot step by step without making any footsteps, as if the quietest and silent night was gradually approaching, and Duan Que had no choice but to force herself Go forward with a scalp.

She felt the familiar scalding temperature, but it didn't make her breathless, it just covered her forehead with a thin layer of sweat, and Duan Que just watched the woman in red feathers walk away. Come over and pull the cloth out of her hands.

Then, the woman laughed. Duan Que couldn't guess the meaning of the smile, it was a bit mocking, but also a bit sincere.

"My evil spirit is involved in this." She said, "No wonder I felt my balance was restored when I woke up this time."

"I'm afraid it's the blood of mortals that has washed away the remaining evil energy in your body." The man also stepped forward, and after a few steps away, although he looked lazy and lacking in interest, he still reluctantly opened his mouth. , "However, what surprised me is that too much evil energy in the body of a fairy will get out of control, while a mortal has no spiritual aperture, and if he inhales evil energy into his body, he will not fall immediately."

The woman looked at Duan Que for a while, "As long as you inhale evil energy, there will always be something like a spiritual orifice in your body. However, it is impossible for ordinary people to absorb evil energy. Besides, there is no spiritual energy in the mortal world, and they can't find a balance point. Gradually lose control of the body, and continue to swallow more evil spirits, it may take ten years, it may take 20 years, and it will eventually fall."

Duan Que couldn't understand what they were talking about, but this did not prevent her from knowing that this matter had a great connection with blood wine.

Moreover, even if she didn't say it, Duan Que knew that for them, blood wine was no different from poison, which would put them to death.

"I don't know your name, and I don't want to know your name." The woman lowered her eyes, looked at Duan Que, and said, "Although most of you did this by mistake, in the final analysis, you still help Duan Que." did me a favor."

"Before I leave, I will grant you a wish, even if it is to use spiritual energy to counteract the evil energy in everyone's body."

"Just treat me as greedy." Duan Que was silent for a moment, and then slowly opened her mouth. When she said the two unfamiliar words, she even felt her lips tingling, "evil and aura... Can you stay with both of these?"

The woman was slightly surprised, and finally became interested, and asked: "You mortals, don't you always want to live?"

How did Duan Que answer back then?

After such a period of time, when she repeated this sentence again, she still didn't feel that she had done anything wrong.

"Those who live don't necessarily live because they want to live." Facing the gods, she replied like this.

So the god asked, "Are you that kind of person?"

She replied: "I used to be that kind of person."

The two gods no longer entangled with ordinary people like Duan Que for too long. When the god who wove flames into feathers left behind Phoenix flowers all over the place, and told her that "the petals contain evil energy, and the flower roots contain spiritual energy", They left in such a hurry.

After hearing the whole story from Duan Que, Nie Qiu also told her the meaning of "evil energy" and "spiritual energy".

Seeing Duan Que's thoughtful expression, she was thinking quietly. Now that she knew what she wanted to know, Nie Qiu didn't bother her anymore, and turned to look at Chang Jinyu beside him, wanting to talk to him carefully. Discuss this matter.

However, beyond his expectation, Chang Jinyu had already set his sights further afield.

Nie Qiu had heard about it and witnessed it with his own eyes, and the intuition of the teacher Chang had become frighteningly sharp.

He can always find some details that others can't notice, and think about it from a weird but reasonable angle, just like he is born to understand all living things, but he is not a saint of compassion, this talent appears in him Very abrupt.

It was rare for the leader Chang to show a gloomy expression, and Nie Qiu couldn't help becoming nervous, and asked, "Senior, what's the matter?"

Hearing this, Chang Jinyu raised his hand, and under the deep black wristbands were those hands with sharp joints, pointing to the distance.

Nie Qiu looked in the direction he pointed, and when he saw it clearly, he even forgot how to breathe——

"Kunlun is sinking." He heard Chang Jinyu say so.