long night walk

"Then, come on."

With a faint word settled, Shu Ci spread out his palms and spread his arms.

In this strange sea of ​​flowers in the world, fearlessly restraining his own sharpness and murderous intent, a pair of dark blue vertical pupils are as straight as a cold abyss, with a seductive and unparalleled posture and quiet beauty.

The countless human face flowers surrounding Nagano disappeared like dandelions blown away by the wind.

The earth has returned to the appearance of a snowy sea of ​​fine velvet and grass growing savagely.

Under Shuci's feet, the embers that were burnt to gray by Junyan were swallowed up by those tentacles-like white threads.

Those cold and greasy white strands floated up like the hair strands of a female ghost.

'They' tentatively surround Shuci, making sure that all her vigor and demonic power has been absorbed.

'They' dared to touch her legs with the tip of the soft white silk.

The cold and sharp white silk pierced her skin, and after absorbing Shu Ci's blood, it passed through the fresh and warm blood.

'They' sensed the truest intentions of Shu Ci.

She really gave up struggling and offered her immortal body like a self-sacrifice.

After clearly sensing this point.

The snow-white silk grass lying on the ground suddenly danced wildly like snakes and long insects.

'They' excitedly set off a frenzied white tide, and the dense white silk threads engulfed the figure of Shuci.

Shu Ci was drowned in a cold white world like this, and those slender white threads twisted one by one like living things greedily pierced deep into her slender neck like a root.

Those white silks pierced into her body immediately made a sound like swallowing in a throat.

The demon power and demonic energy in Shuci's body was instantly absorbed and disappeared without a trace.

There are some slender white velvet threads, which are not in a hurry to absorb her body, and the slender tips are as powerful as snakes and insects, slowly cutting open Shu Ci's calf.

The bright red blood slowly rolled down along her snow-white skin, and then there were countless fine white silks smelling the smell of blood, and frantically poured into the bright red crack.

Shu Ci's pupils tightened violently, as if he felt great pain.

Her eyes were indifferent and drooping, but she saw that her calf became red and purple, swollen and abnormally thick after being crazily poured in by countless fine fluffy white grasses.

From the wound, numerous tumor-like spheres were densely squeezed out.

The sphere of the tumor was congested and swelled to the extreme, like a bloody monster.

Shu Ci laughed at himself, secretly thought, even if she was dismembered and sealed in Taiqi Mountain back then, her body would not be as ugly as it is now.

There were more and more cuts on her body, like the silk grass of the dead man's white cursed hair crazily eroding her body.

Shuci couldn't stand still anymore, as if being blown head-on by a huge wave, he fell on his back, his body sinking and floating in the dense sea of ​​white silk grass.

The posture of 'they' devouring is brutal and crazy, but it is obviously impossible for Yin Xugu to devour Shu Ci in a short time.

This process is very slow, so slow that Shu Ci's consciousness can stay in his body for a long time.

This also means that the painful process of being devoured by humans will also last for a long time.

Shuci raised her hand from the countless seas of grass that bound her, and the white velvet grass wrapped around her arms was softly broken.

She endured it with difficulty, and could clearly feel that her internal organs were being taken over by corpse energy.

The sound of the internal organs being corroded echoed in the night wind like a chapter of peaceful death.

She just raised her arm with difficulty, and her fingertips touched a ray of cold moonlight in the valley.

In the long night when Qiu Lan was rising, the sky was full of beautiful colors, and in the chaotic snow, a crescent moon was faintly visible, clear and gentle, and the ice-like silver glow poured down from the starless sky.

This reminded her of that night many years ago.

It was also very snowy that year, and the young Demon Lord stood in the broken barrier of Taiqi Mountain.

The embers of Jun Yan still burned in her eyes, and her dark golden pupils looked at her who had just been awakened from the seal with a half-smile.

As the wind and snow pass by, the young Demon Lord slowly unfolds her broken, blood-oozing black wings.

She was covered with bloody rage to cover the snowstorm, only the desolate moonlight, piercing through her broken wings, and the dark crow feathers falling on her eyebrows.

In the shadowy backlight, she looked at the girlish and innocent silhouette of the demon king, and her smiling voice carried a warm and hoarse bewitching meaning.

She stretched out a pale and thin hand to her, and said with a smile: "Hold my hand, and I will pull you up from the endless abyss of death. In return, please give me your soul."

The cruel and ruthless Demon Lord understands the meaning of 'death'.

The reason why Shu Ci is not afraid of death, but looks forward to death, is because for the common people, death is just a moment of despair and fear.

But for her, that moment of despair and fear was a luxury.

People die and throw themselves into hell, and even after undergoing the torture of eighteen levels of hell, they can still be freed from reincarnation.

So when she is in the endless dark abyss, even facing a seemingly soft and brittle spider thread hanging from the karmic fire in the sky, she will not hesitate to grab the past climb up.

Pay in return for surrendering your soul.

She would rather have a broken soul to escape from that dark abyss of sobriety and despair, that strong mood.

Whether it is a thousand years or ten thousand years, until today, it is still hard to remember.

But why, she who once vowed that even if she overthrows the Six Realms, she would never return to that dark world.

She still has that strong feeling.

Today, why... would he choose the fate he least wanted?

"You lied to 'us'!"

"Your soul is actually broken!!!"

The sound of anger, like the rolling tide of the sea, stirred up chaotic snow for ten miles!

The arm that Shu Ci just raised to touch the moonlight was pulled back violently by countless dense white silk threads that jumped up and rewound with the force that broke her arm bone.

There was dark red blood in the corner of Shu Ci's eyes, and it slowly slid down her pale cheeks like a trickle.

But she didn't care about Yin Xugu's anger, and she didn't care that the arm that was trying to lift up with all her strength was pulled back into the familiar pain.

Like her, the Demon Lord is a born politician, and he will not have any extra sympathy for useless things.

It's like when humans see wild flowers blooming on the side of the road, they will reach out to pick them because of her bright and beautiful value.

But when they see the dead flowers that are rotting on the ground, they will never waste their energy and bend down to pick them up.

Her deal with the Valley of the Void reduced herself to a worthless rotten thing.

Naturally, the remaining half of her soul, the Demon King, would not be able to exchange a helping hand for her like he did in Taiqi Mountain back then.

Shuci thought helplessly.

When she completely degenerates into an unconscious monster, the half of her soul that fell into the hands of the Demon Lord will not be pure either.

With the character of the Demon Lord, he will never leave any strange things on his body, and I am afraid that he will destroy her soul in the first place.

does it worth?
Shu Ci asked himself this question in his heart.

Just for a food that hasn't been eaten yet?

He even took his own life into it.

She has never been a kind and gentle person.

Shuci asked himself such a shallow question in his heart.

But there was still no answer in her heart.

Because she has never wavered from the very beginning, so she doesn't need an answer.

She has always been a nightmare being who plays with the consciousness of others, and she will make all her enemies into a trapped tangle.

But she never gets emotionally entangled in anything other than food.

She is good at playing tricks and attacking the city, and the world only knows that she believes in the supremacy of profit.

But for Shu Ci, it is not the case.

All the tricks, mansions, scheming, and conspiracy are all because she likes to do it, and she feels the pleasure of chasing instinctive fun.

Today's choice is nothing more than... Instinct.

Shu Ci laughed at himself, raised the broken and twisted arm, and covered his bleeding eyes with the back of his hand covered with pinhole blood.

She said lightly: "I never thought that one day, I, Shuci, would have something that I instinctively want to protect."

Shu Ci didn't understand this heavy and joyful mood.

She also didn't have time to explore the reason and where she got her mood.

At the moment of death, with this strange and strange emotion accompanying her, the fear that accompanied her like a shadow seemed not so scary anymore.

"Hateful! Poor! How dare you fool 'us'!"

The roar of resentment continued to linger and vibrate between the earth.

With only half of the soul of Mohe Shuci, the power of the curse of immortality must be greatly reduced.

Yinxu Valley only felt that he had been greatly fooled, 'they' kept roaring angrily:

"You only have half of your soul, how can you fight against 'us'? You are overwhelmed! How dare you fool 'me'! That kid can't get out of here alive! 'We' will crush him to ashes!!!"

Shu Ci sneered at Yinxu Valley's clamor, and said, "'You' think, do you still have the right to choose?"

As the words of Shuci fell, a gust of extremely cold air seemed to blow from the veins of the earth, and the large white silk grass that fell on the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.

Under the extremely cold frost, the wriggling rhythm of those white silk grasses obviously stagnated and slowed down.

The sense of frost is like entering the forest in the middle of winter, and its extremely cold meaning of freezing the soul is like the white snow blowing from the snow peaks of Kunlun.

In this frosty and cold air, there is actually a majestic and mighty holy will hidden.

Under this sacred will, any demons and monsters will worry about washing and purifying them.

The voice of Yinxu Valley reverberating in this world suddenly changed from anger to panic:
"What is this?! What is this?!"

There was also a thick layer of hoarfrost between Shu Ci's eyelashes, and her face showed tiny cracks like frost cracks of jade porcelain.

The sneer on her face was even worse: "'You' think that the only curse on my body is immortality?

What is the name of the ghost?We have endured this kind of cold poison for thousands of years. Now that 'you' are willing to taste it together, why don't you come together? "

"Oh, by the way, my generation said that 'you' can't touch that little thing's life, otherwise..."

She curled her lips into a smile, and her charming face looked like flowers in a mist amidst the frosty whiteness, becoming more and more sinister and bewitching.

"My generation will not let 'you' go easily."

Shu Ci's pale and alluring face was buried in the white velvet grass and frost, she just smiled alluringly.

A seven-petal ice crystal-colored flower bloomed from her heart.

The moment the many flowers bloomed, the entire world in Yinxu Valley seemed to be plunged into a zero-degree extreme paleness.

Shuci's dark blue vertical pupils became the only color in this world. She smiled and looked down on the white silk grass under her body with extreme indifference.

Even though she was devoured to the point that she had no human form at all, even though her demon power and energy were devoured and exhausted, she looked like a mermaid waiting to be slaughtered.

But her benevolent tone still remained the same as before.

The white silk grass that stood up angrily on the ground slowly quieted down under the slowly opening ice flower on her chest.

Shuci stopped talking, and Yinxugu was also very smart.

Up to now, it is impossible for 'they' to completely break the net with Shu Ci, so that both sides will suffer, and for 'they', it is not the ending they want to see.

'They' fell into a tacit understanding and generally stopped making any human voices.

The entire earth's crust is like a wave, and the white velvet grass seems to be pulling the whole earth up with great momentum, and its momentum is like the rising tide of a blizzard.

Bury all the small bodies of Shuci.

The white silk grass devoured and invaded more violently and brutally, as if they were venting their dissatisfaction with silent actions.

'They' frantically tried to launch an attack of spiritual pollution on Shu Ci. At this moment, Shu Ci's body had been integrated into the valley of yin deficiency and became a part of it.

Thousands of filthy, dark, and crazy factors were poured into her spiritual world like poison.

The entire valley, because of that extreme anger, has fully awakened.

Shu Ci could feel that her body was completely covered with rotten roots, even though she acted instinctively, relieved from pain.

Under that strong spiritual pollution, even she gradually began to be unable to bear it.

About to become part of this filthy monster.

Her eyes have been completely covered by a white distorted thing, and even a glimpse of moonlight is an extravagant hope.

Shuci only felt that he was getting deeper and deeper in this vast and boundless world, and there were bursts of piercing pain in his heart.

Her vision and consciousness began to blur, but even so, she slowly raised a twisted arm from this cold, heavy and viscous world.

When her consciousness drifted away from the boundary, she realized something, and murmured: "Perhaps this is the real 'death' for us?"

As a scheming politician, she calculated and used countless people.

Therefore, the demon Lord Aluo came forward, and because of this calculation, he held the hand that she stretched out from the dark abyss.

It feels good to be rescued, even if it's a helping hand because of taking advantage.

But now... no one will hold her hand anymore.

However, the fate of such a conspirator to die at the sacrifice is not bad.

"Dog! You want to die if you slap me, it's too whimsical!"

As he was dying, a voice of extreme anger suddenly exploded in Shu Ci's ears like thunder.

(ps: Folks, the large group exploded for several years, Beibei was very sad, and set up a new group and new organization: 319363315.)