The sun rises and sets in the east, near dusk.

Ren Yifei walked away and strolled around the Ting Yun Pavilion again. He saw the demons lying in the yard and in the corridor. They were not dead, their breasts were undulating, but they were unconscious.

"it's almost dusk." His figure appeared in the twilight and was dyed yellow by the halo.

Ren Yifei's slightly longer clothes were brushed on the smooth corridor without making a sound. When he came to the corner, he suddenly heard another footstep behind him.

With a pat of footsteps, he walked again to the courtyard, all the way to some secluded courtyard.

Finally, he stood in the pavilion and sat on the cold stone bench without looking back: "there you are."

The man who followed him gave a low laugh: "I knew that the maze could not hold my brother." It's getting dark and the wind is turning cool. why is my brother wandering around the corridor without asking me for a drink? "

"I dare not drink your wine." Ren Yifei never looked back.

The sound of footsteps approached again, and a robe of brocade fell on him. Ren Yifei was stupefied. When he saw Qinghong coming, he bent down, lowered his eyebrows and carefully fastened his belt: "Brother is driving with his cloud car."

The voice is low, as if there is an unspeakable grievance.

"you know who that is." Ren Yifei threw the pot on another personality.

"No one can do it. You are my brother. You can only be my brother." Qinghong whispered, a pair of eyes behind the light, looking heavy.

"nonsense." What do you mean, just his brother? Where's the fancy language?

Qinghong was silent and stubborn.

Ren Yifei was silent. He was worried that he would open his mouth and want to swear.

Hejun has a good temper, the refusal is also a neat refusal, Ren Yifei thinks there is nothing wrong with his coping style.

Since you don't have an idea, it's polite not to procrastinate.

If you let Yifei do it yourself, you will only do it harder.

For example, when he directly sued several private dinners who sneaked into the room and sent them to prison, he would not hesitate because of his teacher's Brotherhood.

"Why isn't my sister here?" He asked Qinghong.

Qinghong had just finished dealing with the peacock, but he had not yet seen the words: "when you and I are alone, why does the elder brother have to mention others?" He has put aside his recent gesture of weakness and has the strength of a demon.

"my younger brother's family, how can it be someone else?"

"it is not real in name, so it cannot be called a family member." Qinghong fingers rolled Ren Yifei's green hair, people tilted close, a pair of eyes have been unable to hide crazy thoughts.

Ren Yifei suddenly felt wrong and was about to push away, when a rich sweet fragrance came to his nostrils, and for a time all his senses fell into the illusion of peach blossoms.

It's the baby again. The man was trying to kill him.

Ren Yifei shook his head and wanted to wake himself up.

"Brother is aware that something is wrong? It's a pity it's too late. "

"Brother," Qinghong sighed and stretched out his hand to hold the man in his arms.

"if my brother's heart is as soft as his hair, he should be fine. But your heart is like a stone on a snowy mountain, so cold and hard that you can't melt it in your arms. "

"you want to sleep with me?" Ren Yifei raised his eyes.

He was in a weak position, and Ren Yifei still had a momentum of 2.8 meters, saying the ambiguous words of "sleep", but he was so cold that he could snow.

He was so calm and dignified that he caught a glimpse of his eyes, cold and sharp, and nailed Qinghong directly to the same place and dared not make a mistake.

Qinghong withdrew his hand and sketched his face with his eyes: "if sleep can win my brother's heart, I will be able to succeed in a hundred years." If my brother doesn't want to, I won't force it. "

Ren Yifei was silent for a moment. He knew that his eyes were illusory and his whole head was dizzy, but the more he looked, the calmer he was.

It seems that he is in a weak position, but it is because of his bad taste that Qinghong is not on the defensive, so he has a chance to do so.

When Ren Yifei looked at Qinghong, he already had a master in his heart.

"the lights at night, the flowers in the garden."

Ren Yifei spoke vaguely, and Qinghong didn't know that he was trying. He thought he was finally thinking of something wrong, and said with a smile, "Brother finally found out?"

Qinghong chuckled a few times: "the ordinary lantern lotus naturally does not have the strange ability to look like a bird, and the variation will give off a colorless and odorless ecstasy fragrance."

"in addition, I condensed it into a more imperceptible drug and put it in the wine, but my brother was so keen that he didn't touch it at all."

Ren Yifei looked at him again. He also drank a lot of wine, but there was nothing at the moment, so there was either a limit or an antidote to incense. He asked again, "where is the antidote?"

Qinghong did not answer.

Ren Yifei was not disappointed either. He continued to ask, "you set up a banquet." All the demons at the banquet are your sacrifices. What about me? "

"of course not, brother." Qinghong said hurriedly, "my heart for my brother can be learned from heaven and earth, so how can I hurt you?"

Well, there is no denying that the demons invited are indeed victims for a certain purpose.

Ren Yifei smiled and asked again when Qinghong shook God: "Why?" For Xiuwei? For status? No, you don't need anything. "

It occurred to him that when the little old man talked about the small garden, he said it was for the little master. Qinghong said again and again that he would go out in the morning, so he asked, "for the child?"

Qinghong's pupils contracted and his eyes opened wide. Although his expression was only a flash, it showed the point at once.

Yes, it's for the kids.

Do you need a sacrifice for a normal pregnant mackerel?

If the demon Yanzi wants to sacrifice, how can the other demons come to dinner without the slightest doubt? Then think of the strange performance of Hua Yu, Ren Yifei thought more and more wrong, he was about to open his mouth, a hand reached out to cover him.

"No more questions."

When Qinghong finished, he felt the soft touch of his palms and the hot and humid air he exhaled. His face turned red and his mouth was still tough. "for a cruel man like my brother, it turns out that his lips are soft, too."

Ren Yifei's face was expressionless, the whole person was chilly, with ice and snow, and his heart jumped.

Qinghong has an obsession with Hejun. Will he raise offspring with others?

He also thought of the deadline of a hundred years ago, when the original owner lost his heart and blood, and the child was conceived. Really?

Ren Yifei was distracted by his own speculation. Qinghong looked at him, his sleeves brushed, and a rich sweet smell appeared.

Here we go again. With a ghost card in his hand, Ren Yifei saw Qinghong say in his ear, "Brother sleeps and wakes up." it's over. "

When dusk is approaching, where Sam is, the sky is getting dark, the cold wind is blowing from the holes on all sides, the temperature drops a little, and the players who wear less clothes are already shivering.

Sam wrapped himself in clothes again in the admiring eyes of all. He and Qingtiao each slept for half a night, plus regular supplements of food and water, and now they are in good spirits and full of physical strength.

After them, the following two groups of players, one group, like them, choose to rest in place, the other group does not believe in evil, want to go up to try.

The other party used props similar to rockets, which could travel several kilometers in a few seconds, and the end of the cylindrical space seemed to be accessible in the blink of an eye.

Other players were in a particularly mixed mood when they watched him lift off. Not only hope that he can succeed, bring hope for the players, but also do not want him to succeed and become the first to reach the top.

It is a pity that all the players have failed and there are no bones left.

Sam has never seen so many bugs, huge, mini. No, the giant bug is not the problem, but the one that is difficult to recognize by the naked eye like a black fog, is the real killer.

Zhicheng and their popular science players still say that some monsters are weak.

They didn't understand how and when the black fog appeared, except that the player in the small rocket was still on the ground preparing to lift off the next, and the next his bones and props fell from the air.

"can we really beat the monster?" The green scale is white, and the players are all white.

"the game does not have an inexplicable ending." Sam looked through his handkerchief at some of the fallen bones, and the surface had been gnawed very smooth.

Also do not know what kind of strange bug, the speed is extremely fast, the mouth is extremely ruthless.

After this, all the players gave up Bai Yun to die, they waited in place for the night, but also solved one or two monsters that landed on the platform.

Sam was curious about the pipes on the wall. Because according to his conjecture, those who absorb some 'nutrients' are very likely to be 'ghosts'.

No, he didn't rush near the wall. There are monsters on guard, and the danger is only lower than that in the air.

"A tree is a tree." He said.

"Ah?" Blue scales are at a loss.

In fact, Sam did not need him to answer, but just casually asked someone to express his guess: "I said that the pipes that spread below are tree roots, and demons are nutrients that are absorbed and converted into sticky colloids, which are transported layer by layer."

He looked again at the monsters coming in and out of the air: "but they are the same senders as we are." The difference is that we are here to destroy the tree, but some are attracted by the tree, spontaneous guardians.

"therefore, along the pipeline for the transport of nutrients, we will certainly be able to find that Dongyi."

There is no shortage of smart people among the players, and they have already realized it, so they don't feel surprised when they hear Sam's words. In a copy world, it is not difficult to find a ghost, but it is difficult to find it.

The competition is no longer wisdom, but the ability to break through, no matter whether it is a skill, a prop or a gift that comes with it.

They know that the person who goes up fastest may be the biggest winner.

Several players who fell asleep to replenish their strength also woke up and the sky slowly darkened and dusk was coming. There are people in the place will be a help, but also competitors.

Even Saman and Qingping have a little bit of defense against each other. Yun Li is the final battlefield, and they are also opponents.

Dusk is approaching, and final preparations are also being made on the ground.

Qinghong looked at Ren Yifei, and Ren Yifei looked at him, too. After that, instead of falling asleep as Qinghong expected, he was very awake.

Qinghong was surprised and had a bad feeling.

"do you want to ask, why didn't I go into hallucinations?" Ren Yifei slowly raised his hand.

Qinghong watched him move his wrist in a daze: "when were you?"

When did you break away from the psychedelic effect of the scent of flowers?

After experiencing the fragrance of the maze, Ren Yifei had a little resistance to the maze. From the time when he chose to show up and lead to Qinghong, to pretending that he was not defeated by psychedelic fragrance, everything was under control up to now.

"A few hours later, I came out of the maze." But it wasn't long before she showed up.

How many hours will it take? Qinghong immediately understood what: "Why do you appear in my face?" You're obsessed with drugs, too. "

"to trick you out." He told him the answer directly.

That's right. I'm fishing for you.

The tip of the black bone fan was scratched from Qinghong's chest to his neck. Ren Yifei's voice was hoarse and slow, like old spirits and like the moonlight on the lake: "your breath has changed. Am I making you nervous?"

Qinghong blinked twice, lost his mind, and suddenly felt thirsty.

Ren Yifei asked in a low voice, "the question of continuing to suffer, that child, is it my heart's work?"

The question was like thunder. Qinghong took a breath, opened his eyes wide, breathed faster as his heart beat, and said, "Brother, how could you be upset?". "

Qinghong desperately thought about the reasons and explanations, but no matter how he explained them, he couldn't say it out. "I can't and can't deceive him about one thing." He found out sadly that there was something wrong with him.

He can not deal with it, do not answer, but can never say'no'to Hejun.

Looking at the expression of Qing Hongyi, everything is clear. The only thing that can make the younger brother who is obsessed with the original owner choose to hurt the original owner is something that is equally important or more important. Coupled with the need for a hundred demons to sacrifice against the sky and the setting, that child, must not be the normal procedure to make a sacrifice.

When it comes to the younger brother's morbid obsession with the original owner, and at a delicate point in time for a hundred years, the answer immediately emerges in the eyes.

Ren Yifei will spit out a mouthful of blood. He thought his role's task was to get back the blood of his heart, but now that his blood has become a child, what's wrong with him?

The difficulty of completing the task suddenly increased several times.

"Qinghong."

Qinghong looked up, and all his panic was reflected in his calm, moist eyes. He almost wanted to escape, but could not help but want to see his brother's expression.

Does he feel sick?

However, Ren Yifei's face is neither nausea, anger, nor joy and panic, he is still calm.

I don't know how I feel at the moment. Qinghong is just sad for himself.

He looked like a gambler who had taken out everything and staked himself on the gambling table, but the other side still stood on the sidelines with a glass of wine and refused to leave the game.

Ren Yifei has touched the last layer of secret: "it is almost dusk, the tower will also appear."

The pieces of clues are spliced together in Ren Yifei's eyes. He is not a detective, nor is he smart enough, but when the clues are strong enough, he can spell out the correct answer.

A banquet exists for the children, and all the guests are sacrifices. Only by sacrificing them can the children get out of the festival smoothly. And the shadow of the tower at dusk is the crux of the matter, is there any reason for him not to suspect that the child is trapped in the tower?

The child is full of painstaking efforts, and his task is also in the tower.

"No." Qinghong tried to stop it, but his body could not move.

"Master." The figure of the puppet master appears in the courtyard.

"who are you?" Qinghong looked at a strange shadow without the smell of life.

A cool and delicate hand was pressed against his cheek, and Qinghong stared at the owner of his hand: "Brother.". "

Ren Yifei's eyes are full of pigeon blood red, but also like a pair of top ruby, black rune spinning in the pupil.

"Last question, what will you see if you are addicted to ecstasy / fantasy / medicine?"

"you will see. Fear. " Qinghong's voice is getting weaker and weaker.

"fear?" Ren Yifei pondered the word "fear". "what I saw was fear," Ren Yifei thought. "

He thought he had grown up early, and he had overcome his fear, but it turned out that he was not. Fear is always there, and unhappiness is the deepest place at the bottom of my heart.

When he got the answer, he looked at Qinghong again: "where is the antidote to LSD?"

"I."

Unspeakable tiredness hit his heart. Qinghong only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He fell toward Ren Yifei, pillowed his head in his arms, closed his eyes, and whispered, "Brother."

Ren Yifei bowed his head and his long hair hung down. Looking at the defenseless man leaning on him, his expression was gentle with cruelty.

"go to sleep."

When you wake up, it's time for atonement.

In the long history of the original owner, his younger brother Qinghong is special, but not the most special. Hejun is an unloving person, no one can pull him off the altar, not even his younger brother.

Qinghong's attachment and madness were all seen by him, but he was indifferent.

"I can thank you for anything but love."