Immortal Voices

Rong Xian looked up, her eyes seemed to penetrate the curtain and looked out the window, her voice was hoarse and weak: "Fourth day."

Rong Xian stood with her hand and gently lifted the curtain. This simple movement made her extremely difficult.

A little bit of light spilled on her, as if she had been plated with a silver awn.

Rong Xian tilted her head slightly, her eyes widening.

Her trembling hands lifted the drooping hair from her chest, and she noticed that half of the palms of her hair were frosty and snowy.

She reached out and put all the hair in front of her eyes. The tail of the hair, which was supposed to be green, seemed to be drowned by a layer of frost, white and dazzling.

She loosened her hands and her hair fell.

"The hair is like frost, the heart is like snow, sitting alone in the sanctum until dawn." Rong Xian muttered.

As soon as her eyes lighted up, she exaggeratedly said, "Good poem, really good poem."

She blew her hair sideways and groaned for a moment: "If I go to the Imperial Examination of the Great Xia Dynasty, will it be lifted?"

Hey, say ten thousand and ten thousand, Rong Xian is now suffering from misery.

She did not expect that her hair had not been white for more than a thousand years in her previous life.

Dealing with these waves of pain is so exhausting, every moment is endless torture.

It is ridiculous that she has been letting go of the cursing power that brought her endless torture.

However, she could clearly feel that the efficacy of Shengge in her body had disappeared.

Rong Xian moved his body, and a cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

She wanted to stand up, but every inch of movement was accompanied by the pain of bone erosion, and each movement had to be slowed for half a day, and the sharp pain had subsided before moving again.

I do not know how long, Rong Xian finally got out of bed.

She seemed to adapt to the pain of tearing her soul, and was no longer as immobile as she was at the beginning.

Opening the door, she took a deep breath, and the sticky and dirty breath penetrated the tip of her nose.

Rong Xian frowned, folded her hands in her sleeves, and slowly walked towards Lily of the Valley.

Those eyes that were supposed to be pure are no longer pure clear, nor abyss-like darkness.

How to describe it, it seems like countless stars rotate, like the change of mountains and rivers, deep and vast, boundless, and mysterious.

All the magicians who met her on the road bowed their heads involuntarily, only to think that the magnificence of this adult's whole body was too aggressive, making them completely afraid to look directly.

She walked all the way to that dirty and filthy place so unhurriedly, a pair of phoenix eyes looked indifferently to the scene of **** and chaotic eyes, her mood was not fluctuated.

Rong Xian glanced casually in front of her eyes, found a clean place, and sat down with her skirt folded directly on her knees.

Every move seemed unrestrained, like a celebrity hermit who passed through time, throwing his hands and feet with a mysterious charm different from the environment of this era.

"Come," she called.

Mo Xiu, who was on the side, immediately walked to Rong Xian and knelt down. He didn't dare to stand upright and let the adult look up at him.

"Master, what's the order?" Moxiu asked respectfully.

Rong Xian pointed at Lily of the Valley who was tumbling under different people, and asked calmly: "How can the people of Haotian Xianzong appear bright and upright in Wuxin Cliff? ? "

Moxiu and Moxiu suddenly sweated cold, terribly, what should he say? Could it be said that Xianxiu has abandoned Xianxiu and they have become people's subordinates?

No, whoever said that would die.

Seeing Mo Xiu dull for a long time, Rong Xian glanced at him obliquely.

Mo Xiu did not kneel, and fell down.

He was so shocked that he just saw the starry sky at that glance, and then he was swallowed up by the python of the star incarnation.

Horror is so powerful, so powerful.

"How about Qi Pan?" Rong Xian asked suddenly.

Moxiu Banxun did not respond to who it was. It seemed to know his ignorance. Rong Xian's look had a feeling of hating iron and steel. She added saltily: "Elder Xianzong."

The demon repair knew that he rolled and re-kneeled, and quickly responded: "Qi Pan has been healing in Jijige."

Rong Xian raised an eyebrow: "No?"

Her expression calmed, her voice was not as strong as before, but everyone here kneeled softly.

Rong Xian said slowly: "I remember that this is the place where Xixinzun worships the Lord. How can Qi Pan He De dare to enter there?"

The monks kneeled on the ground and shivered, and the air was silent for a while, and even the monks who were enjoying themselves with Lily of the Valley softened.

A wary hastened and shouted, "Sir, my subordinates will immediately go and arrest Qi Pan."

Rong Xian: "..." This is her default.

The magicians knew, and a group of them hurriedly rushed towards Noji Pavilion.

After running far away, a soft, non-powerful voice sounded again in the ear: "Bring people out, regardless of life or death."

The magicians are agitated, more than a little faster than just a moment ago. They always feel that the final sentence of "regardless of life or death" is prepared for them.

After the magicians left, Rong Xian's eyes fell on the lily of the valley with naked body.

Although Lily of the Valley still looked confused, and her body could not help walking around on the ground, Rong Xian knew that her consciousness was always clear.

That's the most tortured effect that Shengge accompanies, letting you watch you entangle one another after another without shame, but there is nothing you can do.

"Lily of the valley, this is Shengge." Rong Xian's voice was calm, but it gave a feeling of pain.

She was sitting motionless on the ground with her knees crossed, as if her eyes were rolling up with starry sky and she had no focus. She asked in a very sincere voice: "Did you feel the effect of Shengge yourself, did it make you very weak and make you want Crazy, can't wait to break yourself? "

After saying this, Fu Daoxian groaned for a moment, raised his eyebrows slightly, and hatefully said: "But you can't do it."

Lily of the valley: "..."

These five words are engraved deep in the soul of Suzuran like a curse.

Her eyes were red and her eyes were horribly horrifying.

I can't do it, but Rong Xian you, why are you okay, obviously you also won Shengge, you also won Shengge.

We all bear the pain of Sheng Ge, why only I sink in madness and despair, and you sit there high and clean.

It's not fair, it's not fair at all.

In this world, it has never given me preferential treatment.

Obviously I am better than you everywhere, but Shen Jiu Liu just likes you. Obviously I have worked hard to do a good job, but even your news that seems to be true can not be defeated.

Now, obviously we all have Sheng Song, but you are unscathed, but I can only lie on the ground and sink into the mud and mud.

This is not fair.

Suddenly, Suzuran shouted, but when she got to her mouth, she became a sticky moan.