At this time, the air pressure in the Temple of the Gods was terribly low.
"Let's go..." Yin Buqi let out a low growl from his throat, hoarse as if it had been roasted by a raging fire, and his voice was heartbreaking, "Let's go... It's better to go... Just go... Stay away from me, the star of disaster..."
The attendants around were all crawling on the ground, trembling with fear. When they raised their eyes slightly, they saw Yin Buqi's terribly white feet.
He paced back and forth in the hall somewhat madly, his bare feet stepping on the jade-white ground, making him look even paler, with blue veins faintly visible under his skin, and a wide black robe embroidered with gold thread patterns dragging beside his feet.
Somehow, just looking at these feet, the servants felt a thrilling feeling of suffocation and quickly lowered their heads even lower.
"I pushed her away myself." Yin Buqi said, and the pressure in the hall became even lower: "But I'm not happy."
Just as the servants were trembling with fear, thinking that he was going to crush someone to death, Yin Buqi suddenly squatted in the corner.
She sobbed softly, "My Nian Nian... is gone. It was me, I sent her away myself."
"I don't want to..."
He doesn't want to either.
He knew that his love was terrible, full of possessiveness, paranoia, madness and morbidity.
How he wanted to lock Nian Nian up in a room without sunlight.
I really want to be entangled with her.
How I wish I could possess her again and again, listen to her whining and crying, until she swears that her heart is like his and she will never give even a little bit of it to anyone else.
He once had a despicable thought that even if she was afraid of him, the disaster star, and wanted to escape, he would destroy her at all costs and tie her to his side.
But in fact, his love was forbearing and restrained, and he couldn't bear to see her die after all.
It would be great if he wasn't a resentful creature of the underworld.
He just wanted to love her like an ordinary man.
"Young Master, no, this is not good!"
A death warrior rushed in, but his years of experience in escaping death instantly told him that the atmosphere was wrong.
There were several dead people on the ground, but the young master was squatting in the corner with the look of a dying victim.
This scene is very confusing.
He also tried to use his eyes to ask the dozen or so servants beside him what had happened.
Other attendants: didn’t dare to speak.
There was no other way. The situation was urgent, so the warrior had to bite the bullet and said, "Young Master, the warrior Xiao Qi who was secretly protecting Miss Jiang reported that the Black Domain Dragon broke through the seal, and Miss Jiang was attacked on her way out of Qingqiu..."
Before he could finish his words, a person passed by him.
To be precise, it was a black shadow.
He walked very fast, and his figure produced a faint phantom, and in an instant, the shadow disappeared.
The assassin looked at Yin Buqi's disappearing figure, and his mouth twitched: Is this the legendary handsome man like the wind? ?
To leave Qingqiu, one must fly on a sword through a black body of water.
Unexpectedly, the originally calm water surface suddenly became turbulent with huge waves, and the inky black clouds pressed down heavily.
Jiang Niannian asked in surprise: "What's going on?"
Teng Jiao said, "It is rumored that there is a black dragon sealed in Qingqiu. It is sealed very tightly. It cannot be opened without the token of the Qingqiu Goddess. You can go without worry."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Niannian made a gesture and continued to fly the sword forward, but suddenly a huge black monster jumped out.