When Lin Qingyang regained consciousness again, he felt that his face was wet. He raised his hand to wipe his face, and his face was covered with water.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a sky covered with Wuyun. It was raining. My hearing began to slowly recover. I could hear the patter of rain in my ears. I was lying on the bluestone floor tiles, and my clothes were already soaked through.
He turned around and looked around. He was surrounded by abandoned houses and broken walls. There was no one on the empty streets. It seemed like a deserted town, surrounded by collapsed and damaged houses. But everything he saw turned into black and white.
Recalling the last moment, it seemed that the inner alchemy exploded. Did it make him color blind?
Lin Qingyang felt that his heart seemed to be beating very fast, and even his breathing was a little short. He held up his arms and tried to sit up, but he only felt that his limbs were unusually heavy. He got up with some effort, and felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and then he lay back down.
I held my head up and took a look, and then I saw a large black area on my abdomen, which should be blood. I couldn't help but panic. I reached out and touched it, and felt another pain.
Could it be that he was injured just now? Where is this place? Where is A-Qi? And Lin Yao! Countless questions came to my mind. I wanted to call someone, but I found that my throat could not make any sound. I suddenly felt a little scared.
The rain washed away his body, and a large area of black appeared on the ground around his body. Lin Qingyang suppressed his fear to calm down. The butterfly demon was used by the Starshift Palace to test his disciples. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be so lethal. Could it be that the person who escaped before had tampered with it?
Lin Qingyang struggled to push himself up and staggered down the deserted street, leaving a trail of blood behind him. The strange thing was that the blood was obviously flowing, but he only felt very hot. His heart was beating harder and harder, as if it was about to jump out of his body. Even he himself could hear the thumping sound.
Suddenly he saw a figure walking past in front of him. Lin Qingyang wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound at all, so he kept walking forward. Suddenly a crow flew out of the rain and swung past his ear. Lin Qingyang was startled and fell to the ground. The crow circled for a while and stopped in front of him. It just looked at him quietly. Lin Qingyang felt a surge of fear in his heart.
Crow! Bi Yue! Lin Qingyang ignored the pain and struggled to get up and walked quickly in the opposite direction. He didn't dare to look back or stop. He walked as hard as he could. Suddenly something tripped under his feet and he fell to the ground. I don't know if he was too scared, but it didn't seem to hurt much.
He looked over and saw a collapsed and damaged stone statue. The stone statue seemed to have been weathered for a long time and its appearance had long been lost. Lin Qingyang held the broken stone statue and wanted to stand up, but when he turned his head, he found that the nails on his hands seemed to have turned black and were frighteningly sharp.
I was shocked, I raised my hands and looked at them, and then I realized that not only the nails, but the whole hand had become dry and covered with ugly wrinkles, and there seemed to be black lines spreading on the back of the hands.
His fingers began to tremble because of fear. He looked around in confusion and fear. Suddenly he saw something shiny and silver not far away. He couldn't stand up, so he crawled over and picked it up in the water. Only then did he see clearly that it was Windflower Sword that had been broken into half.
Lin Yao? Lin Yao! He grabbed the broken sword with trembling hands, but stopped when he got it halfway. His face was reflected on the silver sword, which was also covered with black lines. There were even tiny hairs growing in some places. His eyes were completely black and the whites of the eyes were not visible. These were not human eyes at all! He... turned into Otherworldly Demon!
The huge panic made his mind go blank, and he couldn't help but scream.
Lin Qingyang opened his eyes suddenly, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped for air. The surroundings were deathly silent, only his own rapid breathing echoed. He looked around hastily, and it was still the same cave.
He subconsciously raised his hand to look at it, and then touched his cheek tremblingly. The warm touch made him dazed for a moment, and then he finally became convinced that everything he had just experienced was just a ridiculous nightmare.
The chaos in his mind gradually faded away, and he remembered that Jin Buhuan once said that the butterfly demon is good at weaving dreams. Fortunately, it was just a dream.
Lin Qingyang stood up with lingering fear, only to realize that his back was soaked with cold sweat. He suddenly thought of something, and quickly looked to his side, Windflower Sword was lying quietly on the ground. He grabbed the long sword and pulled it out. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the sword body was intact, but it seemed to fall into sleep again.
"A-Qi?" Lin Qingyang turned his head and looked to the other side.
Qi Mo fell not far away from him, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, as if he was experiencing great pain in a dream. Lin Qingyang looked closer and felt a scorching wave of heat rushing towards his face. The boy's body was hot, his forehead was wet with cold sweat, and he was surrounded by a thick and manic Demonic Qi. He was obviously trapped in a nightmare.
"A-Qi! Wake up!" Lin Qingyang shook his shoulders hard.
Qi Mo showed no reaction, but his body was convulsing violently. Seeing this, Lin Qingyang quickly gathered a little Spiritual Light with his fingertips, and pressed it hard between his eyebrows.
Spiritual Power was injected, Qi Mo's whole body trembled violently, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
But those eyes had no focus, staring straight into the void. After several breaths, the eyes slowly landed on Lin Qingyang's face. Amber's pupils were now red, exuding a frightening sense of strangeness.
"A-Qi?" Lin Qingyang called out again tentatively.
Before he finished speaking, Qi Mo suddenly rose up without warning, instantly knocking Lin Qingyang to the ground!
As the world turned around, Lin Qingyang was suppressed. Qi Mo sat astride him, and Demonic Qi spread out from his body like shackles, tightly imprisoning Lin Qingyang's hands and feet, making him unable to move for a moment.
"What are you doing?" Lin Qingyang shouted with a frown.
Qi Mo's expression was completely different from usual. He stared down at the person below him, with the ferocity of a hunting beast in his eyes, as well as some weird excitement. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a weird smile.
Lin Qingyang My heart skipped a beat, was this kid so excited by the dream? Qi Deviation?
In the midst of shock and doubt, the person on his body slowly lowered his head. Lin Qingyang thought he was going to bite someone, so he secretly charged up Spiritual Power in his palm, ready to attack.
However, the expected pain did not come. Qi Mo just buried his face in the crook of his neck, twitched his nose, sniffed vigorously, and sprayed hot and heavy breath on the skin on the side of his neck.
Lin Qingyang felt uncomfortable all over and turned his head subconsciously.
"A-Qi, wake up!"
But what he responded to was a burst of moist heat and itching on his neck, the feeling of a tongue licking it.
Lin Qingyang was trembling all over, his scalp was numb, and the Spiritual Power in his palm almost fell apart on the spot.
"What are you doing, you bastard!" He cursed in embarrassment, but he clearly felt a hard and hot object pressing against him on the inside of his thigh.
Lin Qingyang froze. This wolf cub... is actually in heat?!
"You see clearly who I am!" Lin Qingyang struggled and cursed.
As if dissatisfied with his struggle, Demonic Power suppressed him a little harder, and the restless wolf claws groped along his waist, tearing at his pants indiscriminately, with urgent and rough movements.
Lin Qingyang closed his eyes, and the veins on his forehead jumped. The next moment, his whole body Spiritual Power exploded like a storm, directly knocking the confused and obsessed person away!
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
Qi Mo drew a parabola in mid-air and fell not far away, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The fall finally woke him up. He sat up in a daze and looked around blankly. His eyes gradually focused and his memory came back. Then, he seemed to realize something, his face instantly turned pale, and he looked at the disheveled Lin Qingyang opposite him in panic.
"Master... Master!"