"Then, come on."
After finishing his words lightly, Shu Ci opened his palms and spread his arms.
In this strange sea of human flowers, he fearlessly suppresses his sharpness and murderous intent. His pair of blue vertical pupils are as straight as the cold abyss, and his charming and unparalleled posture is quiet and beautiful.
The countless human-faced flowers surrounding Nagano disappeared like dandelions blown away by the wind.
The earth once again looked like a sea of snow with velvet grass growing wildly.
The embers under Shu Ci's feet that had been burned to gray-white by Jun Yan were sucked in bit by bit by those tentacle-like white threads.
Those cold and smooth white strands floated like the hair of a female ghost.
'They' tentatively surrounded Shu Ci, making sure that all the demonic energy in her body had been restrained.
Only then did 'they' dare to touch her legs with the soft white silk tips.
The cold and sharp white threads like pinholes pierced her skin, and after absorbing the blood of Shu Ci, the fresh and warm blood passed through.
'They' sensed Shu Ci's truest intentions.
She actually gave up her stubborn struggle and offered up her immortal body like a self-sacrifice.
After clearly sensing this.
The snow-white silk grass lying on the ground suddenly danced like slender snakes and long worms.
'They' excitedly set off a frenzied white wave, and the dense white threads engulfed Shu Ci's figure.
Shu Ci was drowned in a cold white world, and the slender white threads that twisted one after another like living creatures greedily penetrated deep into her slender neck, like roots.
The white threads that penetrated her body immediately made a gurgling sound, like a throat swallowing.
The demonic power and demonic energy in Shu Ci's body was instantly absorbed and completely disappeared.
Some of the slender white velvet strands were not in a hurry to absorb her body. The thin tips of the strands were as powerful as snakes and insects, slowly slicing Shuci's calf.
The bright red blood slowly rolled down her snow-white skin, and then countless fine white threads sniffed the blood and poured into the bright red crack.
Shu Ci's pupils tightened tightly, as if he felt great pain.
With her eyes cold and downcast, she saw that her calf had become red, purple, swollen, and abnormally thick after being crazily poured in by countless fine white grasses.
From the wound, countless tumor-like spheres were squeezed out from it.
The ball of the tumor-like object was constantly swelling to the extreme due to congestion, like a bloody monster.
Shu Ci laughed at himself and thought to himself, even if she was dismembered and sealed in Taiqi Mountain, her body would not be as ugly as it is now.
More and more openings were opened on her body, and the silk grass like the white cursed hair of a dead person was eating away at her body crazily.
Shu Ci could no longer stand still, as if being blown over by a huge wave, he fell down on his back, his body sinking in this dense sea of white silk grass.
Their devouring gestures were barbaric and crazy, but it was obviously impossible for Yinxu Valley to devour Shuci in a short period of 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 bit by bit will also last for a long time.
Shu Ci raised her hand from the countless sea of grass that bound her. The white velvet wrapped around her arms was softly broken and broken.
She endured it with difficulty, and could clearly feel that her internal organs were being invaded by corpse energy.
The sound of the internal organs being corroded echoed in the night wind like a musical chapter of peaceful death.
She just raised her arm with difficulty, and her fingertips touched a ray of cold moonlight in the valley.
During the long night when Qiu Lan was rising, the sky was a green one. Among the chaotic snow, a bright and gentle crescent moon could be vaguely seen, pouring down an icy silver glow from the starless sky.
This reminded her of that night many years ago.
It was also very windy and snowy that year, and the young Demon Lord stood in the broken barrier of Taiqi Mountain.
The embers of Jun Yan's burning still remained in her eyes, and her dark golden eyes looked at her who had just been awakened from the seal with a half-smile.
As the wind and snow passed by my ears, the young Demon Lord slowly unfolded her broken and bleeding black wings.
Her bloody and violent aura covered her body in the snow and wind, and only the desolate moonlight penetrated her broken wings, and the dark and mournful crow feathers fell between her eyebrows.
In the shadowy backlight, she looked at the girlish and innocent silhouette of the Demon Lord, and her smiling voice contained a warm and hoarse bewitchment.
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 king understands the meaning of 'death'.
The reason why Shu Ci is not afraid of death and 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.
When a person dies and is thrown into hell, he can still escape from reincarnation after enduring the torture of the eighteen levels of hell.
So when she is in the never-ending abyss of darkness, even if she is faced with a seemingly soft and fragile spider thread hanging from the karma fire in the sky, she will not hesitate to grab it. Climb up.
Pay the reward for surrendering your soul.
She would rather have a broken soul to escape from that dark abyss of sobriety and despair, that intense mood.
No matter whether it has been a thousand years or ten thousand years, I still remember it hard to this day.
But why, she had vowed not to return to that dark world even if she overthrew the Six Realms.
The strong emotion was still there for her.
Why... today, did he throw himself into danger and choose the fate he least wanted?
"You lied to 'us'!"
"Your soul is actually incomplete!!!"
The angry sound like a rolling sea stirred up the snow for ten miles!
The arm that Shu Ci had just raised to touch the moonlight was suddenly pulled back by countless dense white silk threads that were retangled and pulled back with a force that broke the bones of her arm.
There was bright red blood in the corners of Shu Ci's eyes, trickling down her pale cheeks like a trickle.
But she didn't care about Yinxu Gu's anger. She didn't care when the arm she tried to lift with all her strength was violently pulled back into the familiar sharp pain.
The Demon Lord, like her, is a natural politician and will not have any unnecessary sympathy for useless things.
Just like when humans see wildflowers blooming on the roadside, they will reach out to pick them because of their bright and beautiful value.
But when they see the fallen flowers rotting on the ground, they will never waste time bending down to pick them up.
Her deal with Yinxu Valley reduced her to a worthless rotten thing.
Naturally, the remaining half of her soul, the Demon Lord, would not be able to lend a helping hand to her like he did in Taiqi Mountain.
Shu Ci thought helplessly.
When she was completely reduced to an unconscious monster, the half of her soul that fell into the hands of the Demon Lord would not be pure.
With the Demon Lord's character, he would never leave anything strange in his body, and he would probably destroy her soul immediately.
does it worth?
Shu Ci asked himself this question in his heart.
Just for food that hasn't even reached your mouth yet?
He even had to risk his own life.
She has never been a kind and gentle person.
Shu Ci asked himself this question briefly in his heart.
But there was still no answer in her heart.
Because she never wavered from the beginning, she didn't need an answer.
She has always been a nightmare existence that plays with other people's consciousness. She will make all her enemies trapped in tangles.
But she never had entangled emotions about things other than food.
She is good at playing power and attacking the city. The world only knows that she believes in profit first.
But for Shu Ci, this is not the case.
All the tricks, palaces, scheming, and conspiracies are all because she likes to do it and feels the joy of chasing for instinctive fun.
Today's choice is nothing more than... instinct.
Shu Ci laughed to himself, raised his broken and twisted arm, and covered his bleeding eyes with the back of his hand covered in pinprick blood.
She said lightly: "I never thought that one day, I, Shu Ci, would have something I instinctively want to protect."
Shu Ci didn't understand this heavy yet joyful mood.
She didn't have time to explore the reason for her mood and where it came from.
At the moment of death, this strange and strange emotion accompanied her, and the fear that followed her seemed not so scary anymore.
"Hateful! Poor! How dare you fool 'us'!"
Angry roars continued to vibrate across the earth.
With only half of Mohe Shuci's soul, the power of the immortal curse will inevitably be greatly reduced.
Yinxu Valley felt that he had been greatly fooled, and they kept roaring angrily:
"You only have half of your soul. How can you fight against 'us'? You are overestimating your capabilities! How dare you fool 'us'! That kid can't even think of leaving here alive! 'We' will crush him to ashes!!!"
In response to Yinxu Valley's clamor, Shu Ci sneered and said, "'Do you think that now that things have happened, 'you' still have the right to choose?"
As Shu Ci finished speaking, an extremely cold air seemed to blow from the earth's veins, and the large white silk grass on the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost.
Under that layer of extremely cold frost, the squirming rhythm of those white silk grasses obviously stagnated and slowed down.
The feeling of frost is like entering the forest in the middle of winter, and its extremely cold and bone-chilling feeling is like the white snow blowing from the top of Kunlun Snow Mountain.
In this frosty air, there is actually a majestic and majestic holy intention.
Under this holy will, any evil demon or monster will worry about being washed and purified.
The voice echoing in the world of Yinxu Valley suddenly changed from anger to fear:
"What is this?! What is this?!"
There was also a thick layer of white frost between Shu Ci's eyelashes, and the skin on her face showed faint cracks like jade porcelain cracking due to frostbite.
The sneer on her face was even worse: "Do you think the only curse on me is immortality?
What's the ghost's name? 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, we said that you can't touch that little thing's life, otherwise..."
She curled her lips and smiled, her charming face looking like flowers in the mist in the frosty whiteness, becoming more and more evil and enchanting.
"I won't let 'you' go easily."
Shu Ci's pale and charming face was buried in the white fine silk grass and frost, and she smiled so charmingly.
A seven-petal ice crystal flower bloomed from her heart.
The moment those flowers bloomed, the entire world in the Yinxu Valley seemed to be plunged into a zero-degree pale color.
Shu Ci's pair of faint blue vertical pupils became the only color in this world. With a smile on her face, she looked down at the white silk grass beneath her with extremely cold eyes.
Even though she had been devoured to the point where she had completely lost her human form, even though her demonic power and aura had been devoured and exhausted, she looked like a mermaid waiting to be slaughtered.
But her benevolent tone was still as charming as before.
The white silk grass on the ground that stood up angrily slowly became quiet under the slowly blooming ice flower on her chest.
Shu Ci stopped talking, and Yin Xu Gu was also very smart.
At this point, it is impossible for 'them' to completely defeat Shu Ci. Such a lose-lose situation is not the outcome that 'they' want to see.
'They' fell into a tacit agreement and stopped making any human sounds.
The entire earth's crust is like a wave, and those white velvet grasses seem to be pulling up the entire earth with great momentum, like the rising tide of a snowstorm.
Bury Shu Ci's small body completely.
Those white silk grasses devoured and invaded even more fiercely and brutally, as if they were venting their dissatisfaction with silent actions.
'They' are frantically trying to launch a mental pollution attack on Shu Ci. At this moment, Shu Ci's body has integrated into the Yinxu Valley and become a part of it.
The countless filthy, dark, and crazy factors poured into her spiritual world like venom.
The entire valley has fully awakened because of the extreme anger.
Shu Ci could feel that her body was completely covered with rotten roots, even though she acted based on instinct, feeling pain and relief.
Under that strong mental pollution, even she gradually began to be unable to bear it.
About to become part of this filthy monster.
Her eyes were completely covered by a white twisted thing, and even a glimmer of moonlight was a luxury.
Shu Ci only felt that he was sinking deeper and deeper into this vast world, and there were waves of heart-wrenching tingling sensations in his heart.
Her vision and consciousness began to blur. Even so, she slowly raised a twisted arm from this cold, heavy and sticky world.
When her consciousness wandered around the border, she realized something and murmured: "Perhaps this is the real 'death' for us, right?"
As a Machiavellian politician, she calculated and took advantage of countless people.
Therefore, Demon Lord A'luo came in response, and because of this calculation and use, he took the hand she stretched out from the dark abyss.
It felt good to be rescued, even if it was a helping hand that was taken advantage of.
But now...no one will hold her hand anymore.
However, it is not a bad fate for such a conspirator to die as a sacrifice.
"Bullshit! You want to die after just one slap on my face. That's too whimsical!"
As he was dying, an extremely angry voice suddenly sounded like thunder in Shu Ci's ears.
(ps: Folks, the group that has been in existence for several years has exploded. Beibei was very sad and formed a new group and organization: 319363315.)
