After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

"You don't seem to understand what you're using."

Under the hood, the monster's words swallowed a cold breath.

Yin Lingqi kept pouring into her, and the body of "Zhou Qinghe" burst open.

The blood gushed out, was burned by his own yin aura, turned into exuberant yin aura, and then rushed towards the opponent like a moth to a flame.

Facing such changes, fear appeared on "Zhou Qinghe"'s face.

Why, my body is out of control?

This is the aura I refined at the cost of my original body, how could it not obey my control?

Don't go, I don't want to compete with this kind of thing!

stop, stop! ! !

"Yin Lingqi is an evil thing that devours the Lord more and more happily. If you shrink back because of fear of death, Yin Lingqi will look down on you."

The girl in Hei Mino slowly raised her head, and the hood fell down, revealing her face.

"This is the third time we've met."

Zhou Qingying, who was hiding behind the black girl, shouted in shock, "Hang...Hang Yanling!? Are you...Hang Yanling?"

"Ah."

Hang Yanling turned around and smiled slightly at Zhou Qingying: "See me, sleep well tonight."

"What are you doing these days—"

Zhou Qingying got up and wanted to catch Hang Yanling and ask him what happened.

Where have you been these few days, what happened to your hair, how did you appear here, what happened...

These problems are too many.

But before he could ask, that damn sleepiness engulfed his body again.

Can't sleep, can't sleep at this time.

at least, at least...

Go ask her, the most important question——

"Hang Yanling...you, why...abandoned me..."

However, before his hand touched Hang Yanling, Zhou Qingying's consciousness was completely disconnected.

Hang Yanling let go of "Zhou Qinghe"'s arm, and stretched out his hands to catch the senior sister who was about to fall to the ground.

"Sorry, not next time."

She hugged her senior, turned around slowly, and carefully carried her towards the bed.

The black tide condensed by Yin Lingqi moved with her figure, like her most loyal servant.

Zhou Qinghe finally got rid of the monster's restraint. Taking advantage of Hang Yanling's turning around, she wanted to escape, but when she turned around, her hands and feet seemed to be firmly locked by shackles, and the Yin spirit gushing out of her body merged into Chains of black mist firmly tied her to the black tide behind Hang Yanling.

Life is constantly transforming into the aura of death, sending it towards the opponent.

Can't stop, even if she let go of herself, she can't stop.

"Zhou Qinghe" watched Hang Yanling's leisurely third senior sister lightly put it on the bed, took off her shoes, put a pillow on her, and covered her with a quilt.

It was as if she didn't care about the existence of "Zhou Qinghe" at all, calmly and slowly.

She didn't turn around until she took care of Zhou Qingying thoroughly, and her dark golden eyes stared at "Zhou Qinghe" in the room.

"You know, in fact, you once had a way out."

"What's the meaning……"

"I don't like killing. I planned that if you didn't come to her, then I would leave you alive."

Flicking the shackles formed by the yin and aura with her fingertips, Hang Yanling's icy tone was somewhat disappointed.

"After all, you have the kindness of nurturing Senior Sister Qinghe. Even if you want her to repay you with her life and existence, I just think you are pathetic and annoying..."

The silk threads were solidified, and the blood around the chapped "Zhou Qinghe" was constantly being transpired into black mist.

"But you made up her mind. She was not raised by you, and she did not receive your grace. You never tried to find this offspring—you have no father-daughter relationship with her, but you still regard her life and death as yours. It's in my pocket. This makes me think...you deserve to die too."

The Kuroshio surged again, and all the light around it was once again swallowed.

In the darkness, Hang Yanling murmured alone.

"I don't kill people because after all, a doctor puts all his effort into saving a person, and a villain kills a person like clay... I once received a great kindness from a person who aspired to be a doctor, and I promised her that she would never forget this kindness, So pay homage to it.”

A cloud of black air escaped from the collapsed body.

It struggled desperately, trying to escape from this sea of ​​yin and aura.

But it seems to have forgotten.

Its existence is also part of Yin Lingqi.

And in this black tide, all the yin aura is in the hands of her alone.

"You may have your own suffering and your reasons for doing these things, but after all, you are trying to weigh the lives of your two daughters—and the conclusion you gave makes me very dissatisfied."

Seeing the dark aura sent by the undercurrent, Hang Yanling grabbed it casually and held it in his palm.

There seemed to be a howling sound echoing in the black sea.

"Destroying the flesh body and refining the Yin spirit, I respect your backbone. I will leave a trace of your soul to go back and tell you to stay in the main body of Zhou's house in Nanzhou, and tell yourself clearly... I will meet you soon Come to visit and tell yourself... Give me peace of mind, slowly, count the days for me to wait, if you like playing Yin Lingqi so much, I will let you watch it enough."

After that, Hang Yanling let go of his hand.

Like throwing away waste, the strand of spirit was thrown into the black tide.

She turned around and stepped into the darkness, the ghostly world dissipated and ceased to exist.

The candlelight illuminated the room again, shining on Zhou Qingying's sleeping face.

The ray of black mist that was thrown out circled around the room.

Without a physical attachment, this ghost will soon dissipate.

It floated faintly in a circle, as if it had made up its mind, it suddenly turned around, and slammed towards Zhou Qingying who was on the bed.

Chika——

The shadow of a claw flashed away, illuminated by the candlelight.

Tables and chairs, floors, walls, and all other substances began to peel off one after another, turned into ashes, and fell to the ground.

The cracked marks continued to deepen and expand, and finally formed five deep claw marks running through the room.

The tiny ghosts were completely annihilated.

And located thousands of miles away, in the retreat cave of the Zhou family, a skinny middle-aged man surrounded by thousands of candles opened his eyes.

Cold sweat dripped down, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood while his heart was palpitating.

The gray robe on his body cracked.

There were five scratch marks on the chest, running from the right shoulder to the left abdomen.

There was no blood oozing out, and the wound was blackened and coagulated, forming a scar.

Just when he took a deep breath, the rustling sound coming from behind caused him to turn his head suddenly while still in shock.

The rock wall made of deep blue stone slabs behind him is constantly peeling off dust.

Ferocious, terrifying, three-meter-long scratches tore apart the walls of the retreat cave.

A gloomy black air emerged from the scratches, constantly reminding the middle-aged man of one thing.

For the rest of my life, it seemed that I could only count the days.

Chapter 44 Yinling, Linger

Zhou Qingying had a good night's sleep after a long absence.

She dreamed about things from her childhood.

That handsome girl who stood in front of her with a wooden stick, drove away the vicious dog, and saved her life.

My first friend...

It was a wonderful dream.

At that time, Lianhua Palace was not that big, and there were not that many disciples.

Hang Yanling would always take her to play around the palace all day long. Although he was her senior sister in seniority, Zhou Qingying knew clearly that she regarded Hang Yanling as her elder sister deep down in her heart.

She always knows a lot of things she doesn't know, which tree has bird eggs, which river can catch crabs, how to sew up torn clothes,

I was ignorant when I was a child, but I was extremely dependent on her.

Gradually, the figure of Hang Yanling replaced the position of framing her sister in her memory, shining brightly in her heart.

Gradually, the fear of being betrayed by her sister also weighed down in her heart, allowing Zhou Qingying to gradually learn to accept the kindness of others.

But when playing outside all day long, bumping into bumps and getting hurt, every time he returns to the palace, it is inevitable that Hang Yanling will be scolded by the second uncle for this.

Once, when she was clumsy and fell from the tree again, Hang Yanling looked at the wound on her knee, clasped her shoulders and shook her head.

Those ghostly eyes are always shining brightly:

"It's not good to get hurt all the time. You are young, with delicate skin and tender flesh, um... let's go——when I finish the confinement rewarded by the second uncle this time, I will teach you a fun trick."

Obviously I am the senior sister, and I should take the responsibility of protecting the senior sister.

But her words are always infinitely persuasive, making Zhou Qingying nod repeatedly.

"Ok!"

The scene in the dream returned to the disciple's room in Lianhua Palace, and Hang Yanling, who sneaked out of the confinement room again, happily carried a bulging package, and knocked on the door of Zhou Qingying's room.

"Senior Sister! Look at this!"

As soon as he ran into the room, Hang Yanling squatted on the ground and took out all the things in the package.

Pillows, balls of thread of different colors, rags, scissors...

The sharp metal made Zhou Qingying a little timid, she asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

"It's a female celebrity! Come on, junior sister, I will teach you how to sew a handkerchief today. If you fall down, wash it with clean water and wrap the wound with a handkerchief!"

"Female red? When did you learn it?"

"I don't know, anyway, I feel that I will, oops, try first, I haven't heard an old saying that everything is difficult or difficult, I will come first."

She sat on the ground, threaded the needle, and sewed up the corners of the broken steps familiarly.

The movements are very sophisticated, but Zhou Qingying didn't know that her senior sister could still play with such dangerous needlework...

She was just a little timid, but she couldn't help watching the senior sister making handwork curiously.

The silver needles are shuttled, arranging the silk threads into patterns.

They are two... cute little birds.

Zhou Qingying hugged her shoulders and looked at the junior sister who was scratching her head, and asked in a childish voice: "The chubby is so beautiful, junior sister, what is this, a little chicken?"

"This is called a group sparrow, look, how cute is the round one?"

Holding the pink handkerchief in front of Zhou Qingying, Hang Yanling poked her head out from behind the handkerchief: "It's pretty, isn't it!"

The pair blinked twice, and Zhou Qingying nodded very vigorously.

"Pretty!"

Yes, my junior sister is beautiful no matter what she does.

After being praised by Zhou Qingying, Hang Yanling seemed to be even more excited. He rolled up his sleeves and picked up the needle and thread. He continued to embroider on the pink handkerchief with black silk thread, and embroidered three characters on the side of the pattern of two cuddling small group sparrows. .

"Look, Zhou, Qing, Ying... This is your name, write your name on your belongings, so you won't be afraid of losing them!"

After the embroidery was finished, Hang Yanling handed the handkerchief to Zhou Qingying, and Zhou Qingying also held the handkerchief and stared at it for a while, then stared at the scissors and needlework on the ground with a blushing face.

"I also want to be as dexterous as you, teach me."

"Oh, are you sure? I saw you were afraid of needles just now. If you get stuck, it's not a joke."