The dream that Chi Ming gave to Qing Jiuying is very simple, it is the scene where Huaxin was besieged by everyone and covered in blood on the day of Wuxinju, and the dream was repeated over and over again, which was enough for Qing Jiuying to remember the hateful face of everyone who hurt Huaxin.

Watching the painting heart being pointed at by a thousand knives again and again, the knife penetrated deep into the bones, and was also humiliated by the ruthless people under his feet, the anger in Qing Jiuying's heart was finally completely aroused.

When the anger was strong to a certain extent, he finally broke through the dream set for him by the Red Shadow.

When I woke up in a sweat, the room was pitch black.

Absolute darkness, not a little light.

For the first time, Qing Jiuying unconsciously drove the demonic power in his body, and only waved his hand casually, and the doors and windows were wide open.

The white moonlight shone in, and it was nightfall.

Touching a blood book in his hand, it was the list of the sword fingers that day, the blood-colored words, dense, he swept ten lines at a glance, as if he was urged by the devil in his heart, and the anger in his body was even more uncontrollable and agitated, and the anger stimulated the demonic power, which suddenly made his eyes red, and the killing intent was everywhere, and he couldn't hold it down.

It was destined to be a bloody and murderous night, and he destroyed all the portals on the list.

The demon light is three feet, and there is a corpse in five steps.

Blood flows for a long time, and ten steps become a river.

The forest is cold, hideous and terrifying, silently showing sin.

But in the eyes of Qing Jiuying, they all deserve it!

When his sword severed the last man's head, he felt panicked and happy. He panicked about the demonic power he couldn't control, and he was happy that he could finally draw a bloody enemy.

It was a thrill that was extremely close to twisting.

The spread of blood and the accumulation of corpses gradually calmed down the raging anger and demonic power that were stirring in his body.

When he returned home with his sword, the white moon still hung in the sky, shining all over the room with blood, and he suddenly woke up from the joy of revenge.

After waking up from the madness, he remembered everything that had happened here, stared at the nine fox tails he pinned to the ground for a long time, and finally confirmed that he had really eaten Wan Ling, and suddenly realized that there seemed to be her broken bones and flesh in his mouth.

So he threw up on the table and vomited.

After vomiting, the first thing he did was to jump into the lake behind the house and keep saliving, washing his face and washing his hands, and he washed in the lake for a long time before his trembling heart calmed down.

The sky gradually brightened, and he carefully wiped the blood stains left in the house little by little, and smoked them again and again with the Penglai incense left by Ji, until there was no more blood in the house.

Standing in the empty room, he looked and looked, and finally changed into clean and tidy clothes, closed the door, locked it, and walked towards Mengchen Mountain without looking back.

In the name of painting hearts, he begged Bai Xuanyue and hid in the dark incense gate very smoothly.

The tragedy of the near-massacre of the city was no less than the turmoil of the drunken beauty pot, and the strong smell of blood did not dissipate for several days, but no one suspected that he was stupid and had weak mana.

I don't know who stole the roster prepared by his master and threw it at the scene of the crime, and everything logically pointed to his master.

And he admits that he is a coward, and he does not dare to gamble.

I don't dare to bet on whether I can survive if I stand up.

Especially after he knew that Huaxin misunderstood Shuyi because of this, and became angry with Shuyi, he didn't dare to stand up and clarify for Shuyi, so he only shrank down in the dark incense gate and worked hard to learn the exercises, trying to cover up the improper way of his great increase in skills.

He knew that he only had to continue to hide like this, and this matter would pass sooner or later, because no one really dared to touch Shuyi except for making a fuss about painting, even if Yue Xingyun couldn't swallow this breath, he had to swallow it in the end.

Everything will pass