Xuanyu was ecstatic, but Shi Ji smacked his lips unfinished looking at the wine jar, and a few fire snakes were released, she was burning too much, and the alcohol was gone.

There are five kinds of blood flowing in her body: Origin Blood, Xuanming Blood, Dijiang Blood, Witch Blood, and Zhun Ti Blood.

Her origin blood is negligible, too thin and too thin.

The remaining four kinds of blood or yin or yang have their own attributes, plus the four big people in the blood have deep imprints, it is difficult to fuse, even after the run-in of the transformation path and the melting of the beast's physique, it still cannot be completely fused, and now the best fusion is the Xuanming blood, because it has the smallest amount, and it was the first to be sealed by Shiji Town The main imprint, the second, is the Dijiang blood, which can only be regarded as a moderate fusion, and the last is the blood of Zhun Ti and the witch, which is barely a preliminary fusion.

So now the dominant characteristic of her essence and blood is the yin and cold of the Xuan Ming, and all the witches, including the inheritance spar, believe that she is the descendant of the Xuan Ming lineage.

Yes and no.

Today she took advantage of the wine fire to cook it again, just like boiling a pot of soup with five ingredients, whether it is a martial fire or a simmer, it must always be boiled and boiled, and it can be boiled for a while before it can be boiled into a pot of soup, there is nothing more perfect than this flame that burns blood and does not burn bones, but it is a pity that such a burning wine was taken away by the master.

The blood flame gradually extinguished, the blood boiled and stopped, and the stone rock returned from a warm tone to a cold tone.

The two great witches with diametrically opposed moods waited for her quietly.

Shi Ji sighed, the last bit of fire in the internal organs burned and placed the wine bowl wooden case, the wooden case burned to ashes, the stone bowl burned black, lying in the blacker ashes, no one cared for it.

Candle Flame glanced at Shi Ji and didn't speak, but Shi Ji didn't look at him, Xuan Yu looked at the black bowl stained with ashes and struggled whether to put it back, and the three of them were silent, maybe it was the gambling that burned out their enthusiasm.

The sky is still high, and the earth is still silent, windless and silent.

"Piano Master!"

The candle flame finally broke the silence, and he lost after all.

Shi Ji raised his head and looked at him.

"I'm losing!" the voice was dry, as if he hadn't drunk water in a long time, but the word "......" was even more difficult, causing the other two to frown.

At the moment, the last thing they want to hear is but.

"However, I still want to ask the violinist for advice, otherwise, I will be unwilling!"

The candle flame is hard, but it is also heavy.

"Candlelight, you ......"

Shi Ji raised his hand to stop Xuan Yu from questioning.

She put down her hand and said 'please'!

The candle flame straightened his robe and hair, and bowed down to give a salute, which was very slow and slow, and very heavy, and he bent down one by one, and the shadow in front of him shortened little by little, and then darkened little by little, and ran counter to the light flowing from the room.

When the shadow shrank like a bean, it suddenly disappeared.

Light is born and fades.

He raised his head, his flabby eyelids raised at the same time, the two dim yellow eyeballs became pure, faded and transparent, like two pure glasses, his hair moved slightly, the dust under his feet floated one by one, the dark and rotten dust brightened, as if his eyes were shining with a faint light.

A little bit of light dust was suspended, attached to his sackcloth, his beard, his hair, and in the blink of an eye, his beard and hair were all white, and he was dressed in a white robe, wrapped in a faint white halo from head to toe.

He was covered in dust, but he was bright, he smiled, holy and kind, and Shi Ji thought of his father, the shy young man in white with his eyes closed.

Or, Shi Ji smiled lightly, or the young man in red who was full of seductive eyes.

Candlelight didn't know what Shi Ji was thinking, and he didn't want to know.

The candle flame was handmade, and the fingers were lightly raised, and a speck of dust flew out of the fingertips, which was extremely small and tiny, but it was impossible to ignore.

Shi Ji didn't see the dust, she only saw countless rays of light, or a light cocoon, a cocoon formed by the filaments of time, the core was a grain of dust, and the light cocoon continued to enlarge in Shi Ji's eyes, like a bright meteorite attacking, Shi Ji didn't close her eyes, because she knew that her eyes couldn't cut off the light.

She raised her hand.

"Do you know why I'm called a candle?"

"Fire, shouldn't it be the heir of Lord Zhurong?"

"My father opens his eyes for the sun and closes his eyes for the night, I am a little fire under the sun and the moon, the light of the candle flame cannot compete with the sun and the moon, but there is also light!"

Candle Flame asked and answered himself very sincerely, like a believer, in fact, he is a believer, a believer of Candle Jiuyin.

The light cocoon crashed into the fingers of Shi Ji, between the thumb and the index finger, because it was very small, so it was twisted between the fingers of Shi Ji, and there was an ice crystal with cracks between the fingers, and the light dust was constantly shuttling, and it was constantly refracted by the ice surface, like a meteor traveling in one world after another.

Xuan Yu was dumbfounded.

Candle Flame's gaze was very flat, because he knew that ice could not seal the light, let alone carry time, and time would eventually reach the other side, and no one could change it.

"Poof"

The ice shattered into powder, and the sound was very small, but it was deafening, as if there were countless worlds.

All mistakes are corrected.

Guangchen broke into her right eye according to the original route, and Shi Ji's eyes were sore, and he closed his eyes sadly.

Xuan Yu clenched his fists nervously.

The candle flame is still dull, because he is the son of time, and he saw the result of the moment he made a move, after all, it was just a speck of dust, and it would not be hindered to hit the eyes.

There was a tear in the corner of Shi Ji's eyes, she reached out to catch it, a drop of ice tears heavy in space sealed a light dust, the light dust was constantly shuttling, the space was constantly splitting, and it had an endless road.

Candle Flame's eyes narrowed, and his eyes became strange when he looked at Shi Ji, and he seemed to know Shi Ji again, because she had changed the inherent result, even though it was a piece of dust, she was also a variable.

Shi Ji put away the ice formed by the tears, and the dust that flew into her eyes, this is a dynamic amber, and she wept.

Shi Ji opened one eye and closed one eye, flicked his sleeves, a violent tornado, as black as ink, lifeless, endless dust was blown up layer by layer, the square ground sank layer by layer, dust, the dust accumulated over the years were rolled up and rotated towards the candle flame in the light.

The candle flame stood in place, the faint light and dust on his body isolated the black dust, but there was also a black wind, like a knife and a sword, cutting back and forth, the dust and light were extinguished, his robe returned to its true color, his beard became gray, the hair was opened, the slightest time flowed, the wind was fixed, and the black dust fell to the ground.

Shi Ji waved his hand, the tornado rose again, and the black dust rose again, this time she didn't mean to stop, her sleeves were bulging, and the tornado didn't stop, she wanted to see how much wind he could hold, and how long could he fix it?

Grinding, even if he is time, she has to grind him through.

Time passed minute by minute, Shi Ji was not in a hurry, Xuanyu was not in a hurry, I don't know when, he entered the house, and closed the door, he put his ear on the door and listened carefully, in the blink of an eye, there was another rabbit on the opposite side, the rabbit put his ear on the door like this, and the two listened with big eyes.

It was a long, long time before they heard a second voice besides the wind.

"Piano Master, I've lost!"

The sound of the candle flame was very tired, and it was not easy to manipulate time, even if he was the son of time, he would have to pay the price of years, and his hair was a little grayer.

Shi Ji said lightly: "It has nothing to do with winning or losing. ”

Candle was silent for a moment, and said, "How can you stop?"

Shi Ji said: "Keep your eyes open, don't move!"

Candle smiled bitterly and nodded: "Okay!"

Time passed, the wind stopped falling, burying the candle flame layer by layer, and also blinding him.

One eye for two eyes, the eyes will be repaid.