[A Chinese Ghost Story] The Demon Lord is on top

Qimo didn't know how many people worried about his passing out this time, he just felt that he slept very deeply, especially deeply.It was like falling into a deep sleep after being exhausted, as if he had lost even the strength to maintain normal body functions.

Qimo felt that his body might be going to die soon, but this seemed good, because it saved him from thinking about how to integrate into this strange world.

Unknowingly turning over, Qimo was awakened by persistent cries in her ears.

"Qimo, wake up."

"Qimo, wake up."

……

"Noisy..." Qimo stretched out her hand, intending to pat the place where the sound came from, but her limp hand didn't have much strength, instead it seemed to be caressing her cheek.

"Qimo." Qi Yeyi grabbed Qimo's hand, relaxed, and smiled, "You are getting lazy, and you actually slept for two days this time."

It's just that the smile was indescribably dry, and there was deep worry in his eyes.

Hearing this, Qi Mo reacted, her eyelashes trembled, and she finally opened her eyes.Unexpectedly, I have been sleeping for two days, so my body feels heavier than usual.

"Thirsty." Qimo whispered, her throat was as dry as fire.

Bringing him a teacup, Qiye watched him sip like a kitten drinking water, and said softly, "Brother Qiye is wrong, he insisted on dragging you to the Yinyue Ceremony, causing Qimo to faint suddenly."

After drinking the water, Qimo felt much better. Hearing this, he gave Qiye a strange look. It had nothing to do with him but he wanted to take all the blame on himself. Was it really a younger brother?

Still shook his head, "It's none of Qiye's business."

Qiye couldn't help laughing, kissed the other party's tender little cheek, and said, "That's why the queen mother always said that Qimo is very cute."

Being molested again, Qimo could only stare at him expressionlessly.

The gloomy mood of the past two days finally changed, Qiye laughed out loud, helped Qimo put on her shoes, and said, "Since Qimo is awake, let's go."

go where?Qimo kept his doubts in his stomach, and Ren Qiye led him away from the residence.

It's evening now, and the entire magic palace is shrouded in dim light. When the magic happens, it is the most beautiful in the eyes of the people in the magic palace.

Qiye directly brought Qimo to Jing Wuyuan's residence, which was a rather unique palace, where beautiful crystal balls and strange divination props could be seen everywhere.

Jing Wuyuan was writing something in front of the desk, when he saw the two of them, he put down his pen, and said with a smile: "Why did Shengjun come here? Well, Shaojun finally woke up."

"Teacher." Although Qiye was smiling, his voice was not serious like usual, "I told you about that method yesterday, and today Qimo wakes up, so it can be done."

Jing Wuyuan was surprised, and said: "But it is a forbidden method, which will greatly damage the power of the Holy Monarch, and we still don't know...whether it will be effective or not."

Qiye shook his head, looked down at the pale-faced Qimo, and said: "The closer the blood relationship, the greater the chance of success. Now I am the only one who can give it a try. If I lose this opportunity, why should my mother look at Qimo?" Mo has been sleeping?"

Jing Wuyuan's eyes flickered, as if hesitating to say something, finally nodded, and said: "Then, let's try it, but the Holy Monarch must keep in mind that if you feel something is wrong, you must immediately withdraw your original life pill. .”

The conversation between the two made Qimo roughly understand something, but he just lowered his eyes and didn't say anything, letting them pull him to sit on a stage.

"The holy king can then follow the book to derive the natal yuan pill, and you will not know how to use it to draw the Shaojun yuan pill. During this period, your yuan pill will be entangled. If the forbidden method is true, then the Shaojun yuan will be entangled. Dan will repair it, if it fails...the Holy Monarch will suffer serious internal injuries, and it will take more than a month to recover."

"Nothing." Qiye gave Qimo a comforting look and said, "Teacher, let's start."

After finishing speaking, Qiye closed his eyes, and then slowly spit out a white inner alchemy the size of a pigeon egg from his mouth, which glowed brightly.Before Qimo had time to take a closer look, Jing Wuyuan stretched out his hand and patted him lightly. From his mouth, he also spit out an inner alchemy, but it was much smaller, blue, and there were some golden spots on it.

The two inner pills began to intertwine, getting closer or further away, going up and down.Regarding these, Qimo didn't feel the slightest thing. Ever since Neidan left his body, he felt light, his body seemed to lose weight, and he really wanted to fall asleep right away.But the expression of Qiye opposite him was not so relaxed, I saw thick beads of sweat bursting out of his forehead in an instant, falling on the stage continuously, and the two inner alchemy became more and more entangled, but there was no change.

Seeing this, Jing Wuyuan hurriedly said: "Sheng Jun, take back your natal Yuan Dan!"

Qiye seemed unwilling, his brows tightened again and again, and he took back his Yuan Dan after a while, and then spit out a mouthful of blood, which splashed on the seat, it was so red that it was frightening.

Qimo's Yuan Dan floated in the air for a while before slowly returning to the owner's body, and his movements were as slow as Qimo's.

Jing Wuyuan didn't know whether to laugh or to reprimand severely, so he thought for a while before saying: "It seems that this method is not feasible, it has failed."

Qiye opened her eyes, her words contained irresistible meaning, "Teacher, try again."

"Impossible." Jing Wuyuan shook his head lightly, "The Holy Monarch has already been injured, if he does it again, it will only hurt him worse. The Holy Monarch is responsible for the future of the entire Yinyue Dynasty, how can he not care about his body so much."

As he spoke, his tone eased, and he said, "Qiye, everything... can't be forced."

Qiye shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Teacher, it is precisely because I am the sage of the Yinyue Dynasty that I have to persist. If I can't even save my younger brother's life, how can I revive the entire Yinyue Dynasty? Are you qualified to be this holy king?"

Qimo sat where she was, seeing the blood on Qiye's lips and her instantly pale face, but she still insisted on trying again.

"Qiye." Qimo said suddenly, although her voice was small, she would never be ignored.

"Qimo." Qiye turned her head away, "What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?"

Qimo turned around slowly, facing Qiye, with her small hands in front of her, sitting in a serious posture.

Qiye wiped off the blood from his lips, and said with a smile, "Qimo have something to say?"

"Don't do this for me." Qimo said softly, but with an extremely serious expression, "Don't make any sacrifices for me, a dying person."

Qiye's hands froze, he put them down, and frowned, "Qimo, who told you this?"

"No one told me." Qimo coughed, and it's been a long time since he said a long word, and now he feels chest tightness even like this, but the blue eyes on his small face are more dazzling than ever, "The queen mother often said that you are the future of the Yinyue Dynasty. It's not worth it for me, who will die at any time."

"Living with such a body makes me tired every day." Qi Mo spoke slowly, but without any interruption, "So, let me die, Qi Ye."

Let me die, seven nights.

Qiye was stunned for a long time by the light words. He didn't expect that the life he had been trying his best to save all this time would be...a burden to Qimo.

Hands clenched into fists unconsciously, Qiye was just about to say something, but he might as well be dizzy, and fell over like this, and behind him was Jing Wuyuan who happened to retract his sleeves.

Qimo opened his eyes slightly, watching Jing Wuyuan's movements, not knowing what he wanted to do, but the feeling from his body told him that he was also falling into a coma.

At the last moment when he plopped to the ground, what Qimo felt was Jing Wuyuan's complex eyes and his soft words, "... Qimo, if you really die, for you, for Yu Shengjun, Indeed... not bad."

The chill from Jing Wuyuan made Qimo's body tremble slightly, and he felt that this should be the killing intent mentioned in the book.

Jing Wuyuan wanted to kill him.

Eyelids finally closed slowly, and Qimo lost consciousness.

……

When he became conscious again, Qimo knew that he was in a gray-white world full of mist, his body was floating suddenly and lightly, but it was very warm and comfortable. Although the condition was still not good for ordinary healthy people, it was him who came to This sickly body felt the best I've ever felt.

Then, open your eyes.

As far as the eye can see, there are carved bedposts, light and thin silk curtains, and the table next to it is full of exquisite pastries and fruits. It is the room he is familiar with, the room of him and Qiye.

The door was gently opened, and Qiye came in with a basin of water himself. When facing Qimo who was in a daze, his movements froze, and then he walked in.

"I didn't sleep for a long time this time, only one hour." Qiye put the water on the table and pinched Qimo's little face, "The previous method seems to have worked, your body has improved a lot, and you will never sleep again. Sleepy all day."

Qimo slowly looked up at him, then looked away again, without speaking.

"Qimo." Qiye suddenly reached out to hold his shoulders, and then realized the fragility of his small body, then slowed down his tone, and said, "I don't know where your previous thoughts came from, but death, the word It will never happen to you."

"The queen mother and I have been waiting for you for ten years." Qiye wiped off a water stain on her fair face and continued, "Even if we wait another ten years, we will never give up on you."

"During the past ten years, the queen mother has been lying on the bed with injuries, and you are sleeping in the egg. As the sage of the Yinyue Dynasty, I must bear the expectations of everyone." Qiye slowly hugged Qimo into his arms, and they were almost in love with each other. I can hear each other's heartbeat, one strong and one weak, but they echo each other, "Except for Xiaoqian, I have almost no one to talk to. It wasn't until you finally broke out of your shell three months ago that I finally had someone who can really accompany me , even if you are sleeping every day, as long as I see your face, my mother and I will feel very happy. If you really die, what do you think we will do?"

Qimo shook his head slowly, not as good as Qiyeban's palm-sized hand was put into his arms by the other party at some point.

Qiye hugged him tightly, his voice was deep and powerful, and he could not refuse, "So, for me, for brother Qiye, you have to live, okay?"

Qimo's body froze, and a certain part of her neck felt wet. It was a drop of water slipping by, it was the sweat...or tears from Qiye's forehead.

"…it is good."