Qiong Qi sat on the hall and drank himself, and saw nothing strange.

Only he knew that the guts in his palms were feverish, the pain spreading from the fingertips along the meridians, and even the heart was hurting. This means that the mother gu is being hurt.

He poured another glass of wine, feeling no pain, and stared blankly at the fluctuating liquid in the glass and slammed his head up to drink.

As the connected mother Gu became weaker and weaker, the child Gu in his body was suffering. Perhaps it was the role of Qing Gu, which made him feel like he was burned by fire from his heart, and he was desperate. The stagnation of the chest cavity made his breathing difficult, so dull that his eyes and nose were sore, and his throat was difficult to suppress.

Soon there will be no more pain, as soon as the mother Gu dies, everything is over.

He let go of his hand, and the wreckage of the wine glass fell to the ground.

Qiongqi stood up and directly picked up the booze, trying to anesthetize himself, and endured not to stop what was happening. But no matter how much he drank, he was not drunk, and the pain was still clearly torturing him.

He sat down on the throne. The proud beast, who never showed weakness, concealed his face in pain.

The hall fell into silence again. Only a drop of dew accidentally fell on the masonry on the ground, and a small, undetectable sound came out.

For a long time, Pang Qi's palm was hot, and the burning heat made him freeze his expression.

He stared openly in front of his eyes. The dark red Gu Gu was slowly dissipating in his sight.

Qiong Qi sat for a long time, and suddenly a drop of water fell on his palm.

He touched his heart blankly.

Clearly the Gu has been resolved, why is it still so painful?

He got up suddenly and stumbled out.

Huge wings obscured the sky above the hall, and a bewildering shadow hurried across Yunshan.

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Qiongqi came to the reincarnation mountain.

He suddenly remembered that day, she waved her hand vigorously, shouting angrily to him, "You come to pick me up early."

And now, he looked down from the air and saw Achan's little figure lying quietly on the top of the mountain.

Qiongqi fell not far from her, and even had a timid thought, trembling her fingertips, and taking a step was extremely difficult.

Beside her, ancient trees are towering and lush. A ray of sunlight sprang from the cracks in the leaves, sour his eyes sore.

This was agreed, and she waited for him to pick him up.

For a moment, Qiong Qi seemed to be crushed by the pain of the heart, and his tall body stiffened a little bit stiffly, almost standing unsteady.

Was she still expecting him to save her at the last minute?

But until she waited for death, he still did not appear.

The side of Hongyao's meridian was destroyed, and Dantian was broken, but he was still breathing in his breath. She opened her eyes strenuously, and vaguely saw the poor figure, crying for help with a weak voice.

"The poor man ... save me ... save me ..." Although even if she is lucky, she can only become a waste person who can no longer practice, even a healthy mortal, but the instinct to survive Struggling hard.

Unexpectedly strange.

He walked up to Achan and sat down on his knees.

In his trance, he saw the terrifying illusion in Xuanguang Mountain again, and the illusion of Achan lying in the pool of blood appeared before his eyes. The illusion overlaps with the reality in front of him, making him a little confused as to which is the illusion and which is the reality.

Poor Qi's eyes gradually became clear, and Achan's scarred body struck clearly into his eyes, making his soul trembling mournfully.

He squeezed his pale lips tightly, and managed to know in vain that he was still futile, but still constantly sending spiritual power to her body, trying to repair her body. However, as long as the transportation is carried out, the amount of dissipation is as much as possible. The body that has been cut off from life cannot retain a trace of spiritual power. This scene seems to coincide with the illusion.

The nightmare came true.

Somehow, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have experienced this scene truly. The hearts and souls of those who lost important people are deeply pained, and they are deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

The scarce red pupil is scary red.

His eyes were full of madness, and he suddenly laughed lowly, but his voice seemed to laugh and cry.

He knew that the love guts she gave him would never be solved.

And his long life in the future will always be immersed in nightmares.

Qiongqi gently hugged the flower demon, rubbed her face against her head lovingly, rubbed her eyes painfully, and whispered softly, "... I'll pick you up, Chan ...

When he picked her up, a small stone bounced and rolled off her palm.

When Qi Qi saw the memory stone, he picked it up in a trance and poured it into spiritual power.

In the picture is the lively Achan.

Poorly and obsessively looked at her in the picture.

...

"I never betrayed Qiongqi, it's you! You told the heavens!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ... what about then?"

...

Qiongqi's hands shaking Achan were shaking.

He bowed his head helplessly and looked at the flower demon's dead face in his arms.

Hong Yao, who was not far away, opened his eyes in horror. She shivered tremblingly, shrinking her body in vain and in vain, trying to reduce her sense of being, and wishing she did not exist.

Qiongqi slowly turned his head back, looking at Hong Yao coldly.

"No ... forgive your life, the poor man forgive you ..."

Pang Qi reached out his hand, enveloping Hong Yao with magic power, and rolled her into the air like a python.

His eyes were almost dripping blood, his teeth clenched violently, and blue muscles burst on his forehead.

Pang Qi squeezed his hands little by little, and his demon power tightened inch by inch. In the screams of Hong Yao, a little bit of every bone in her body was crushed, but she was suspended with spiritual force for a life, making her sober.

Hong Yao first begged for mercy, and then Qiu Qiongqi killed her directly.

Finally, he squeezed hard, and Hong Yao was squeezed all over, and blood flowed to the ground mixed with meat.

When he looked back at the person in his arms again, he was stunned. He shivered and stroked her face, his eyes almost broken.

He hugged her tightly and buried his head deeply in her neck.

In his breath, his favorite her breath was stained with blood, and his breath hurt with his breath.

Qiongqi trembled all over.

Suddenly he straightened up, sending spiritual power to her body regardless of it. The turbulent spiritual power rushed through her meridians, dissipated a little, and then more spiritual power filled it. Poor eyes have taken on madness.

But how can the flower demon be a low body, how can he withstand the endless spiritual scour like waves?

After bursts of spiritual force, her body finally couldn't bear it, collapsed and collapsed, and instantly turned into a little bit of spiritual light in front of Qi Qi, like smoke gradually swaying.

Poor Qi is gutted.

"... No, Achan! No-!!!"

He tried in vain desperately to retain the broken light in the air, but he could only helplessly watch them through his fingers, and finally disappeared completely.

Qiong Qi knelt on the ground, hands folded on both sides of the body. His demon power irritated uncontrollably, or he let his power run out of control with emotion.

A Chan kept silently observing in the dark in the form of black mist. She could not see his look, but it did not prevent her from clearly feeling the despair and pain of his abyss.

She had planned to let Pang Qi regret for a while, let him suffer enough, and then appeared in front of him.

But his pain seemed to infect her, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Well, it will appear a few days earlier. Anyway, he now knows that his feelings are not because of the relationship between love and guts. If he can apologize well and try to compensate her for a few more nights, it is not impossible to forgive him.

If you do n’t practice for too long, is n’t she the one who lost money ...

But before she could decide whether it would be better to show up a few days later, there was an accident.

From Qiongqi as the source, the demon power once again appeared riots. This time it was more violent than the magical riot when he saw the memory stone, and even caused thunder and thunder in the air, and a vision appeared.

In the black mist state, A Chan was instantly blown away by the raging wind, and she flew out.

What do you show up is to wait for him to calm down and talk about it!

Poor eyes are desperate and empty, obviously red eyes, but flashing golden cold awns, like the ancient and mysterious glory of ancient artifacts flowing, fleeting.

He seemed to hear some cracking sounds in the soul, and the familiar and strange power escaped from the cracks. However, he didn't pay attention.

The riots of power did not weaken over time, but became more and more intense. The majestic force rushed into the sky, almost splitting the sky, even disturbing the heavens.

The emperor's celestial tremor slightly trembles, and the immortal families show their panic.

"what happened?!"

"This power ... is poor!"

"Ban Qi ?! He's here to attack heaven again ?!"

"Spirit Vein! The spirit vein of the heaven seems to be broken ..."

"How is it possible ?! Even if the odds are strong, how can there be such power ?!"

"If the spiritual veins are damaged, aren't our heavens ..."

Achan, who was fleeing, suddenly "hey" with surprise.

Xiao Qianjie seems to be ... fluctuating?

A Chan felt a familiar pull, and the part of her sealed mana was being sucked through the crack created by Xiao Qianjie.

"So fast ?!" She hadn't had time to tell Qiongqi that she wasn't dead ...

A Chan turned back to look at Qiongqi's direction, but the scene in front of him was like a mist of fog, getting further and further away. And her consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

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When A Chan woke up dizzy and dizzy, someone was making noises in her ears.

"Achan, I'm sorry. Actually, I always love Chuqing.

Because sometimes it seems that I see Chu Qing's shadow on you, so ... "

"Miss Song, it's all my fault. Don't blame Zhengqing. If it weren't for my sudden departure ... oh ..."

"Chuqing, how can you blame you?

A Chan, one person does everything, and I treat you as a substitute for Chu Qing. It ’s my fault.

The sudden transmission interrupted A Chan's plan, making her very irritable, and there were two flies buzzing in front of her. She slowly raised her hand and slapped a palm on the table.

The dishes on the table rattled for a while. The two people on the opposite side were silent for a moment, and the other guests in the restaurant stopped talking and looked over.

Achan raised his head in a bad look, and looked at the two people sitting opposite.

The young man had a white baby face, which seemed a little frightened by her sudden clapping of the table, and a pair of caramel-colored eyes slightly widened.

The girl sitting next to him, with her hair over her shoulders and a white dress, looked very pure and gentle.

But A Chan's focus is-their clothes are a bit weird.

She looked around the restaurant a little bit uncomfortably and found that the men here had short hair, the women didn't comb their hair buns, and people's clothes also showed their arms and legs. And this physical memory also tells her that this world is indeed very different from what she experienced before.

The "car" flying past the window also made her look twice.

The opposite Ji Chuqing didn't seem to agree with Achan that everyone in the restaurant was paying attention to this table, "Miss Song, you ..."

Ah Chan ignored her, but turned her eyes to the man.

"He Zhengqing?" She extracted such a name from her memory as her original boyfriend or ex-boyfriend.

"……what?"

A Chan glanced contemptuously at the woman next to him, "You said ... I am her substitute?"

In the quiet restaurant, this sentence was clearly heard by other guests paying attention.

They pretended to be inadvertent, but exchanged a "gossip" look. Although their eyes were not staring at Achan's table, their ears were splayed high.

"You even said that I am like this ugly image ?!" A Chan raised her voice in disbelief.

She is her own appearance to every Xiaoqianjie, was she said to be like this woman? Still used as a stand-in? !

Ji Chuqing's expression was instantly ugly.

The author has something to say: you want to abuse the poor ~

In the last world, when Achan was killed by the princess's soul, although it was later confirmed that she was not dead, the experience at that moment still left a psychological shadow on the male host;

Achan left the first Xiaoqianjie, disappeared in front of the male lord, the spirit disappeared, the male psychic shadow +1

Because the suspicion killed Achan, the male shadow + 1 + 1 + 1 ...

Suddenly felt that the man was a bit miserable ...

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Stand-in trailer:

Achan traveled through modern society, entered the entertainment circle with food and broadcast, and became a well-known tri-habitation star in the entertainment circle: capable of acting, singing, and eating.

Oh yes, I can still play.

The former boyfriend of the sand sculpture shivered.

The overbearing president hugged A Chan in front of his crying sand sculpture brother: called sister-in-law.

p.S. The avatar will be longer