With white smoke curling in front of him, Qian Mo Qingcheng saw a holy but stubborn face.
She was laughing, her smile was soft, her smile was soft, her voice was like a jade bead landing, clear and loud, "Qingcheng, give up, I'm fine, if you die, what should I do? Give up, okay?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng was in a daze. He looked at the familiar face that could no longer be familiar. He stood motionless under his feet, trying to reach out his hand to touch it, but when he was about to touch that face, a light smoke flashed in front of his eyes.
The originally holy and beautiful person, like being thrown into the abyss by others, the dark breath is like a tide rushing over his face, and he will do everything he can to obliterate the woman's delicate but strong body, and never see the sun.
"Qingcheng, it hurts me..."
The woman's snow-white dress fluttered in the wind in the dark. Black and white, sharp contrast.
In the huge black abyss, the woman's thin body was as light as catkins and seemed to be torn apart by the wind.
A pair of sharp eyes slid a drop of tears in the darkness. She seemed to be slapped fiercely with a whip soaked in spicy oil. Her body was trembling, and her face was pale like rice paper, without blood.
She whispered softly, as if she uttered her last breath before dying: "Qingcheng, I'm so uncomfortable, really uncomfortable..."
"Luo... Luo Xue..."
Qianmo Qingcheng's pupils suddenly widened, and the scene in front of him was like a poisonous snake, eating away at his heart fiercely.
As if to do anything, let him suffocate to death.
"Luo Xue, don't cry, I will always be by your side to protect you, and always protect you..."
He coaxed gently. As if seeing the woman in front of him crying, every nerve in his body was pulled tightly by unknown tension and distress.
I accidentally crushed it severely, collapsed all over, and died...
Xue Ling'er was holding Grandpa Bai's hand, and she saw that when Qianmo Qingcheng was a third step away, her feet stopped moving forward as if they had grown roots.
Hearing Qianmo Qingcheng's whisper, Xue Linger frowned her pretty little brow, "Grandpa, why dad..."
Grandpa Bai stood aside and had nothing to do, with an old face, as gloomy as he could be.
No one has ever set foot on the Thorns Road, except for knowing that there are purple fantasy poisons, poisonous thorns, and other things, he is not very clear.
Seeing Qian Mo Qingcheng's expression now, he understood more or less in his heart.
Qianmo Qingcheng was eroded by the purple fantasy poison, and the toxin penetrated into his body. In the first time, because of the lack of spiritual energy, he did not restrain it in time, so some incredible pictures appeared in front of him, which should be caused by the toxin.
However, according to Qian Mo Qingcheng's experience and strength, it is not difficult to see that this is an illusion.
Unless...
When Grandpa Bai thought of this, his face suddenly changed, and he let out a low voice, "Qianmo Qingcheng—"
Xue Ling'er knew it was not good, so she opened her throat and shouted: "Daddy, wake up, grandpa is calling you, you should say..."
Glancing from the corner of his eye, Grandpa Bai saw the purple thorns in front of Qianmo Qingcheng. The color of the thorns changed in an instant, and the tip of the thorns was filled with black in an instant.
The purple thorns that originally looked enchanting and beautiful have now turned into black spikes and purple roots.
The purple originally looked coquettish and dangerous, but now it suddenly became black, giving people a feeling of unfathomable and dangerous.