The old monster loves the poor monk

The black energy is still churning in his body, wanting to occupy the dominance of his body, the Lingzhuo seal is constantly absorbing the power from it, and the Lingzhuo seal does not invade the souls of the demon kings. As far as Yin is concerned, it is like rain after a long drought, two forces are fighting each other, Lingzhuo Yin keeps swallowing the black energy, Kong Ming survived, but life is worse than death.

The Lingzhuo imprint is growing rapidly at a speed that the body cannot bear, and the black energy is also crazily rushing through the meridians.

When Kongming stumbled back to the tomb of chaos again, Yu Ling, Lin Caijun, Ye Yuan, Zheng Baoguo, and Feiran were lying in the sea of ​​black mandala flowers in full bloom. The dark red blood stained the black petals without showing any redness. Everything is a silent, dull black.

His eyes fell on Ling's face, the black mandala made his face too pale, he was lying beside the No.12 copper candlestick, Kong Ming walked over slowly step by step, reaching out to touch his cheek , very cold, even colder than the night when he hugged him, Kongming's eyes were red, but he moved his hand away calmly, and what he was covering was the No.12 talisman.

He raised his hand and poured all his strength into the formation talisman, the veins on Kongming's forehead popped up, the spiritual energy in his whole body was drained, a flame stood up on the oil lamp on the copper candlestick, all the power of the Lingzhuo Seal was exhausted, and black energy poured into his head Confusion surged all over his body, Kongming looked at the flames on the oil lamp: "Chaos, save them..."

Kong Ming fell beside Yu Ling, tried his best to hold his hand, and slowly closed his eyes.

The tomb began to vibrate. Starting from the bottom of the platform, a lark flapped its wings, and the stone shattered like a thin film and fell to the ground. Immediately, the entire tomb was filled with the sound of falling stones, and the birds and beasts came to life. , until the leopard lying on the collapse opened its eyes, shook its body, and then carefully lay down on the collapse.

Chaos on the stone couch slowly opened his eyes, propped himself up and sat up, put his feet on the panther's back, covered his lips with his long sleeves and yawned, as if waking up from a nap, the copper candlestick burning with candles clicked There was a sound of splitting, and the birds and beasts gathered under the high platform to form a road leading to the outside of the seal. Chaos stepped up, and the clothes were winding like a distant mountain, and walked into the sea of ​​mandala flowers outside the seal. She saw Glancing at the people lying in the sea of ​​black flowers, their eyes finally fell on Ling, and the brows raised: "It's all right to save other people, I don't care about this mud shell."

Kongming dreamed a lot of things about Yu Ling in a daze. Different from what he remembered and saw clearly, those fragments in the dream didn't have any logical random intersection. He didn't realize that he was dreaming, so he just watched Yu Ling gradually turned into Qi Yu, and all the stories about Yu Ling and him in his memory were replaced with Qi Yu, and everything combined into one seemed to tell him that Yu Ling was Qi Yu, and Qi Yu was Yu Ling. Ling, Kong Ming could not refute the facts in this dream.

When he woke up, he was terrified by the content of the dream. Kong Ming stood up and looked around, only to find that it was an ancient house with carved wooden beds and screened window lattices. He got up and opened the door. , the trees in the distance have black crowns, and he is still in Montenegro.

Kong Ming looked at the carved beams and painted pillars around him: "Chaos, where are they!"

"It's right next door to you." Chaos suddenly appeared on a tall and slanted strange rock, she leaned lazily on the strange rock and pointed to Kongming with her long and slender fingers.

Kong Ming looked from room to room, sure enough, they were all there, they were all still in a coma, their breathing had recovered, only Yu Ling...

Kongming's hand that probed his breath was stiff there: "This, what's going on..." Yu Ling lay on the bed like this, his face was pale and his body was stiff, he was completely lifeless, and there were long light marks on his forehead Extended into the hair, Yu Ling is dead, Yu Ling is dead... Confused, he doesn't know where to put his hands, his fingers can't feel Yu Ling's breath, his eyes are closed tightly, he Beautiful eyes, clear eyes, he closed his eyes and never opened them again, all of these were blocked by life and death.

Kong Ming opened his mouth to call his name, but in the end he couldn't even pronounce a syllable, so he could only retract his trembling hands.

Kong Ming turned his head to look at Chaos outside the house, his eyes were still full of disbelief: "Chaos...what's going on here?"

Chaos propped his chin and smiled slightly: "Well, I can't save him, his soul is gone."

"Is there a soul in the world that you can't recover from chaos?"

Chaos covered his lips and smiled amusedly, "There is meaning in life, and his meaning has been exhausted. If you talk about love and love, the fate between him and you is also exhausted. Anyway, Qiyu likes you so much, and why is he so happy? like him..."

"Shut up!" Hearing Qi Yu's words, Kong Ming was almost instantly fired up: "They don't look like anyone else!"

Chaos nodded: "Yes, then I will shut up. If you don't hold him and cry, if he sees it and feels distressed, he will always come back." Chaos said and laughed again: "I am not Just kidding with you, you really don't want to part with him, he will definitely come back, King Ming's wish..." Before Chaos finished speaking, Kong Ming walked out without saying a word: "Where are you going?"

"Huang Quan, if you were able to find people in Huang Quan back then, so could I." Kong Ming's eyes were firm, he didn't believe that he couldn't save Yu Ling, even if he just brought back his soul, no matter if he recast his body or seized him Give up the soul, as long as he can come back.

Chaos looked towards the distant mountains, and rubbed his temples leisurely. Unexpectedly, it would be fun after King Ming reincarnated. Chaos watched the eyelashes of the mud shell on the bed move, and raised his voice to call Kong Ming: "Your heart is awake!" , go and have a look."

Kong Ming looked back at Chaos suspiciously, and walked back to Yu Ling's room in three steps at a time. Yu Ling who was on the bed opened his eyes slightly. Lifting Yu Ling's hand, he called him nervously: "Yu Ling? Yu Ling?"

Yu Ling slowly opened his eyes, looked at him and nodded, looking a bit out of spirits, Kong Ming held his hand and pressed it to his cheek, couldn't help smiling, and said in a wronged tone: "I thought you were dead .”

Yu Ling raised a weak laugh, and his voice was weak: "How is it possible, you like me so much, how could I die."

Seeing Yu Ling's tired expression, Kong Ming gently put down his hand: "You just woke up, take a good rest." He stood up and kissed him on the cheek: "Call me if you have anything to do, you can call me if you have nothing to do." Kong Ming's gaze lingered on Ling's face for a moment, then he exited the room and closed the door.

Chaos appeared on the beam, and she lowered her eyes and smiled at Yu Ling: "If he hadn't fallen in love with you, he wouldn't have woken up so quickly, but it's also because he fell in love with you that he was so stupid." The corner of the mouth: "But, every ounce of stupidity of Prince Ming is a scenery that I will never see once in ten thousand years, and it is worth cherishing."

Yu Ling also smiled, but it was bitter.

He heard what Kong Ming said, none of them looked like anyone else.

Is no one really like anyone?

Is no one really like anyone?This sentence clearly forbids oneself to think, not to resemble, not to confuse, even if one person is overlapped in a dream, one cannot think like that, it is natural for a person to have a heart of love and desire, but how can a heart love With the first two people, he felt the importance of Yu Ling to him, and thought that the grief, pain, and panic of losing Yu Ling were real, and he couldn't lose Yu Ling, and he couldn't let his demons go Confuse the two.

Yes, demon.

Greedy demon.

Lin Caijun and the others hadn't woken up yet, and after the second day of training in the illusion of Montenegro, Kong Ming became inexplicably uneasy, as if he hadn't figured out some things, and those things had something to do with Yu Ling, that kind of discomfort The feeling urged him to find Yu Ling.

And the moment he pushed the door open, what he saw was Qiyu's back, and the world fell silent instantly, while his blood was rushing wildly in his body, Qiyu stood in front of Yu Ling, almost completely blocking him. After leaving Yu Ling, the two of them stood very close, and Qiyu even took the initiative to put her head closer, where are the two of them?Kong Ming didn't know, and didn't want to think about it.

Kong Ming stepped forward and pushed Qi Yu away, looking at him coldly: "What are you doing?"

Not knowing exactly what happened, Yu Ling stood motionless and closed his eyes tightly, Kong Ming picked up Yu Ling and put him back on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and carefully tucked in the corners of the quilt.

Looking back at Qiyu, he raised his eyebrows with a bad expression: "Don't you like King Ming? What are you doing to Ling?"

Qiyu stood there silently, Kongming waited for him to think about an answer.

Chaos sat on the strange rock in the courtyard and ate pine nuts, and two mobs under the rock carefully peeled the pine nuts for her.

Qiyu's expression was quite calm: "He is not in good health, Chaos asked me to take a look at him."

Kongming expressionless: "How do you see it?"

"The body of the clay sculpture will inevitably be damaged. The most untouchable thing is the filth of the world. Treat him well." Qi Yu withdrew her eyes and left with a flick of her sleeves.

Kong Ming was stunned for a moment, but it was quite expected. When he saw the red marks on the foreheads of the three refined living corpses in the tomb, he had already accepted that Yu Ling might not be human.

But it's inevitable... what does it mean to be bad?

Kong Ming turned his head and looked at Yu Ling on the bed, remembering the time when he pestered him to eat and drink with him, in fact, Yu Ling already liked him very much at that time, otherwise why would he be willing to eat those things, as a There is no need for a clay sculpture to eat, so he never eats, and sleeps every time he eats.

Thinking of the past bit by bit, but the moment of astonishment in Qiyu's eyes when he was pushed away just now is also interspersed in those memories.

They cannot be alike, nor can they be so close.

It's like the palm of the hand and the back of the hand...Kong Ming stopped his messy thoughts, there is no such thing as the palm of the hand and the back of the hand, this metaphor is not appropriate.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at Yu Ling's sleeping face, Kong Ming stared at it for a long time without saying a word, there was no palm and back of his hand, only this person, only this person should be there.