Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 46 Dolls

Your Majesty?

The person sitting in the dark corner is calling him?

He walked over.

The man still looked at him quietly, as if staring at a fleeting dream.

The fire came closer.

The appearance of that person became clearer in his line of sight.

The man was wearing a black robe, but it was old and tattered, almost naked, with pale and thin limbs scattered from the torn clothes.

That pale color, even in the orange firelight, could not contaminate the slightest warmth.

The dark scars snaked across the man's face, very terrifying and hideous.

Looking carefully, the man didn't seem to be injured, but there were many dark red bloodstains and dust sticking to his bare skin.

Limbs, collarbone, neck, all of them.

With sharp eyes, he accidentally caught a glimpse of some scattered white things on the ground next to him, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

There was no way to think about it any further.

He walked over to one knee and hugged her into his arms.

……so skinny.

How can you be so thin.he thinks.

The protruding bones made people panic.

It hurt so much that his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and lungs ached.

Moreover, this person didn't even have a trace of resistance.

With long black hair hanging down, the man fell crookedly in his arms like a fragmented puppet.

Then, there was an indiscernible murmur.

"Your honor..."

Just a call.

But his voice seemed to be sharpened by a sharp knife suddenly, and it became hoarse.

"I'm here," he said.

The person in the arms still repeated: "Your Majesty..."

The other party looked up at him, his eyes still focused.

But the fundus of the eyes was pitch black and empty.

He vaguely sensed something was wrong.

But dare not think deeply.

He replied: "...I am here."

However, the person in his arms seemed to have no reaction to his words.

Pale and thin hands clutched the hem of his clothes, like flowers blooming on the bones and climbing along the corpse, with a bit of coldness that radiated death.

"Your honor..."

"Xianchang, I'm right here." He clasped the opponent's hand.

The hand in the palm was thin and piercing, not as soft as the touch under the almond blossom tree, he repeated hoarsely, "I'm right beside you."

He leaned over and hugged the body in his arms tighter, trying to pass his hot body temperature over.

The person in his arms trembled violently as if being scalded.

Then, it was completely silent.

Like a puppet whose body has run out of spirit stones.

"Xianchang, I will take you out of here." He said.

The person in the arms is still nothing? Response.

Dark eyes, a gloomy silence.

He had never seen such eyes in the living.

There is such a strong... meaning of death in the eyes.

The other party's consciousness seems to have fallen into the realm of the dead, and what remains in the world is just a damaged body, and everything he sees is just an illusion that survived before death.

"It's not an illusion," he said, "Head Immortal, take a look at me."

He held the other's thin jaw and gazed at the other's face.

In the firelight, that face was dark and ugly, like a ghost born from the gathering of darkness and filth, and his body that was so thin that only bones remained scattered in his arms.

He stared quietly for a while, then lifted half of the mask on his face, leaned over and kissed it.

"Well……"

The ambiguous sound of wet water sounded.

The dark, empty eyes of the man in his arms slowly opened wide.

He kissed each other's lips, and said in a low voice: "Look at me, feel me, rely on me."

"I am here, not an illusion."

——At the foot of Tianchi Mountain.

Ye Yunlan walked out of the flying boat.

The elder's old voice pierced through from behind.

"Today, Chishan is troubled. If I were you, I would leave as soon as possible after I recover from my injury, and I won't be in this muddy water again."

Ye Yunlan turned her head and looked at the stooped old man behind her.The sacred mask covers the opponent's face, making it difficult to discern their true intentions.

Ye Yunlan said: "Thank you for reminding me."

Elder Xun didn't say anything more? After closing the hatch, the flying boat disappeared into the void.

Ye Yunlan stood at the foot of Tianchi Mountain, looking up at the distant heights.

There were dark clouds gathering, lightning and thunder, and the sky was burning red with fire.The colossal sound can still be heard even if it is separated by a long distance.

There are more subtle fluctuations coming from all over Tianchi Mountain. He holds Kueiying in his hand, and the sword intent of death in his body cheers because of the killing of creatures in the mountain.

However, the Queying Sword let out a low trembling sound.

Resisting his evil and ominous sword intent.

Ye Yunlan stretched out his hand to gently comfort the blade of the Queying Sword, but his brows were still indifferent.

He didn't heed Elder Xun's warning, he walked up the mountain path of Tianchi Mountain again.

The road up the mountain was winding and far away, he murmured Nian'er's name a few times, but without getting a response, he walked alone in silence.

The winding mountain road was like a spiral staircase, and the wind brushed over his empty robe, making his fingers a little cold.

He suddenly missed the time when the man covered him with his palms and rubbed his fingertips to warm him.

The sound of the wind is low, and the lightning is lingering.

The roar of thunder echoed in the mountains in the distance.

Suddenly there was a sound of Qingyue Jianming.

Queying has been unsheathed.

In front of Ye Yunlan's eyes, there was a thin golden thread.

The thread was straight and sharp.

He really doubted that if he took another half step, the thin thread would cut his throat and separate his corpse.

Ye Yunlan stared at this thin thread, and the tip of her pupils seemed to be reflected with a golden color.

He turned his head towards the void and said coldly, "Come out."

- the bottom of the tower.

He finally let go of the jaw of the man in his arms.

The person in his arms was panting lowly, his originally dark and empty eyes were filled with moisture, as if a hazy rain was falling.

It was a small amount of rain, not enough to water life on the land that had been dry for years.

In front of him, this person once had a more moist, soft and vigorous appearance.

—he was going to bring the man back into the sun.

He tried to carry the man on his back, but found that the man's hands and feet were weak, and the hands clinging to his shoulders were like fragile and dry flower branches, as if they would break easily if touched.

He had no choice but to tear off the cloth on his body, and then tied the man to his back to hold him firmly.

Then he stood up and walked up the winding and winding endless stairs next to the tower wall.

The stairs are narrow and steep.There are no railings, and it is made of gray stones?.

It seems that this stone ladder was not designed for people to pass from the beginning.

Each stone ladder can only stand on half a foot at most, but the distance between one stone ladder and the other is almost the height of an adult's calf.

This means that after stepping on the stone ladder, there is almost no place to rest, and one can only keep going up.

...Or, crawling on the stone ladder with hands and feet on the ground.

And if you are not careful, the stone ladder will roll down.

Next to the stone ladder, there is no railing.

He seemed to understand how the bloodstains on the man's body and the scattered things on the ground came from.

The remaining spiritual power in the body was exhausted when the flame was ignited.Imprisoned cultivation? Can't be used.

One, two, three...

The evil ghosts at the bottom of the pagoda were slowly moved away from the relief, replaced by the gazes of gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Looking at them in the tower, they are extremely small.

He didn't look at those weird Buddha sculptures, but just walked up silently with his back on his back.

Sweat trickled down his face drop by drop, and his panting was heavy and hot.

He seemed to have been in such a state of embarrassment for a long time.

The person behind him suddenly trembled slightly.

At first, he didn't notice anything unusual.

But as the bright light from the high place approached slowly, the people behind him trembled more and more, and their slender fingers grabbed his shoulders like spasms.

A voice came from behind, with a weak cry.

"I'm in so much pain..."

"Don't... go up again..."

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