In this room where you can't even see your fingers, the spiritual energy can't even burn the slightest light. In this room wrapped in darkness and silence, Shui Miaomiao could hear the terrifying sound of her heart beating faster and faster, faster and louder, as if it would break through her chest in just one more second.
Shui Miaomiao tried to take a deep breath, clear her mind, and ordered herself not to think about any scenes. But the more she thought about it, the more active her thoughts became. After just a few breaths, it was already beyond the controllable range.
This quiet room was exactly the same as the night Shui Miaomiao turned on the gas. It was so quiet that she could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
My breathing became increasingly short, and the method of dying by turning on the gas was actually not easy at all. The Internet was full of lies.
Gradually worsening breathlessness, irritability and confusion, and occasional twitching and palpitations are all painful abnormalities.
However, Shui Miaomiao was already numb at that time. Her parents were scolded even before their bones were cold, and they pointed their fingers in the face and said that it was her unfilial piety that caused all this.
I felt like my life was being taken away bit by bit. At the last second, I felt an unprecedented sense of fear, but I could no longer say any regrets.
It's just that she regrets something. It's been so long that she can't remember it. The only thing that seems to still be vivid in her mind the next day is the accusations and abuses...
"Ah, uh uh."
Shui Miaomiao knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with her hands, and tried her best to open her mouth wide. She could hardly breathe, in this boundless darkness.
The last time she sank into the boundless darkness, it was Andaiyun who woke her up.
This time, Shui Miaomiao didn't know what she had done. There was no one outside, and her voice could not be heard.
There is a way to contact Wen Renxian, but he is in retreat, and it is impossible for Shui Miaomiao to ask him for help, so who else is there?
Shui Miaomiao held the waist card belonging to Sanshui in her hand.
'Boom! '
Shui Miaomiao raised his eyes and saw Lord Tuo Yan descending from the sky. Shui Miaomiao seemed to see light.
It was just that Guang's face was full of anger, but when he saw Shui Miaomiao, he still suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and put away the bloody sword.
I really never thought that Shui Miaomiao would encounter danger in the Ancient Immortal Sect, but after sensing the reaction, Lord Tuo Yan chose to rush from Tianyuan Peak as soon as possible.
He really didn't notice whether he hurt anyone or not.
"So I told you earlier, you'd better come with me." Landing next to Shui Miaomiao, Tuo Yanjun teased him habitually, not wanting others to see that he was flustered.
"Sorry, I can't." Shui Miaomiao panted rapidly, raised her hand, and grabbed the corner of Tuo Yanjun's clothes. The panic hadn't dissipated yet, and she needed some support, "You hate women, but you don't hate women so much that you even wear clothes." Don’t even touch it?”
"You caught them all." Tuo Yanjun glanced at Shui Miaomiao's trembling hand holding the corner of his clothes, turned his head, and bit a piece of soft meat in his mouth between his teeth. The obvious stinging pain made him want to kick someone. Lighter.
Shui Miaomiao's face was a little miserable, but it was covered up by a smile. She looked up at the big hole in the roof. The dazzling sunlight made it difficult for people to open their eyes, but she felt that everything was just right, so she took a greedy breath.
"Who did this!" Tuo Yanjun still couldn't control his eyes, which would fall on Shui Miaomiao from time to time.
"Who did it? I'm just a little afraid of the dark, and I love scaring myself." Shui Miaomiao said calmly, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Tuo Yanjun snorted coldly. Who would believe such nonsense, "With your appearance, even if you say you were tortured, some people will believe it."
"No way." Shui Miaomiao, who had calmed down slightly, grabbed the hand of Tuo Yanjun's clothes and began to relax and slide down.
The scabbard was pressed against her wrist.
Shui Miaomiao tilted her head, met Tuo Yanjun's gaze, and blinked blankly.
Tuo Yanjun's eyes were drifting up and down, but he could never find a place to stay. Finally, he looked at the dazzling light in the sky and said, "You are going to faint in a while. I haven't been able to deal with it yet. Just hold on."
"Thank you then."
Shui Miaomiao was not polite. She tightened it a little so that she could sit up. She glanced at the waistband that fell aside and murmured, "I really didn't expect it to be useful."
"I never break a promise."
"um, yes."
In the world's evaluation of Tuo Yanjun, there is no such thing as keeping one's word. He is always unstable, happy one second and furious the next.
But Tuo Yanjun did not break his promise to Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao smiled and looked up at Tuo Yanjun. His eyes were sincere and gentle, which Tuo Yanjun had never experienced before.
He had never been seen by someone with a full beard and tail. There was no malice or hostility, but the edges and corners were softened.
Tuo Yanjun smiled lightly in Shui Miaomiao's eyes.
It was a smile that even the owner didn't notice. It was very shallow, but it was real, like young teeth in early spring.
It represents the coming of spring, but it is not spring. No one cares about it, but it is captured by Shui Miaomiao.
Shui Miaomiao never hesitates to praise him, and it can be seen clearly from his gaze. Shui Miaomiao is very grateful to Tuo Yanjun.
Tuo Yanjun felt dizzy.
He seemed to be holding a glass of warm wine.
He originally only drank strong liquor.
I think the warm wine is too soft.
Sure enough, I drank it all in one gulp and it tasted as light as water. I didn't pay attention to it, let alone put any precautions on it.
Just from the throat, the spicy taste surges up, spreading throughout the limbs and bones, bringing with it a melting warmth, which instantly makes one's head hit.
Not as ferocious as strong alcohol.
The drunkenness is like a constant stream of hot springs in the forest, stimulating every cell, making people unable to stop and sink deeper and deeper.
I picked up the wrong cup for no reason, and it seemed like I couldn't put it down.
The light coming from the hole in the roof was too dazzling.
Shui Miaomiao lowered her head and reached for the waist badge on the ground, "My master has gone into seclusion. I thought you, Lingjun, had already left the Ancient Immortal Sect."
This thing still has some use, so it needs to be put away.
She almost suffered from phobia. Shui Miaomiao knew that she was afraid of the dark, but she never thought that she would be afraid to this extent.
Probably because Yorensai, although she did not target her illusion, the sadness she felt from the Nine Chou still affected her.
What a shame.
Kicking the waist card in front of Shui Miaomiao's hand, Tuo Yanjun turned his head and said something that made him blush and choke him up, "He doesn't deserve it! If you weren't in the Ancient Immortal Sect, I wouldn't stay here."
Tuo Yanjun didn't expect that he would say it. It seemed that he was really drunk. The stamina of the cup of warm wine was getting stronger and stronger. It would not dissipate, but kept gathering, waiting to burst.
However, Shui Miaomiao didn't move. She picked up the waist tag from the ground and was kicked close by Tuo Yanjun. She probably didn't hear it.
Why did he stay in the Ancient Immortal Sect?
It's just because it's boring.
It's rare to find an immortal with breath. It's hard to find one. Would he still be Lord Tuoyan if he didn't rub his nose and face?
But Tuo Yanjun thought that this game would be over in a few days, half a month at the latest. This was the longest record of his stay in the Ancient Immortal Sect.
Unexpectedly, decades passed in the blink of an eye.
It seems that the purpose of staying is not to make people famous.
Tuo Yanjun himself was still in the dark, but it seemed that he had just glimpsed the truth.
Tuo Yanjun was not a person who knew how to suppress himself. He narrowed his eyes and wondered if he should just pack Shui Miaomiao away.
It happened that Wen Renxian was in retreat.
But he looked at the confused person sitting on the ground, wiping his waist tag with the corner of his clothes, taking a few breaths, and finally threw it into the water in the space.
Lord Tuo Yan exhaled a breath of turbid air.
