Genius Demon Empress Chapter 126: The inspiration of watching the sunrise with him

The sound of the rushing ocean waves in my ears.

The goddess tower was built by the sea. I didn't feel it during the day. When it was night, the waves from the sea hit the base of the tower, and it was especially clear to my ears.

The sound of the waves was in order, and after hearing it for a long time, and because of the shipwreck last night, she almost didn't close her eyes. Yue Jinghua fell asleep in the sound of the undulating waves.

In her sleep, Xu felt a bit of chill, and she curled up and shrank.

In the lighthouse, the more than 1,000 holy patterns are still shining.

With the sound of the ground in the corner of the lichen, Qingpu suddenly appeared in the lighthouse.

His golden eyes stared at Yue Jinghua, who was sleeping soundly on the ground, and then looked around.

The night breeze blowing from the sea, with a hint of coolness.

Looking at Yue Jinghua curled up on the ground, he hesitated, and took off his robe, that is, when he was about to cover Yue Jinghua, he suddenly listened to the other side of the sea. There was a harsh howling.

Two bushy eyebrows raised, Qingpu retracted his robe and walked to the tower window.

The witch robe in his hand was thrown into the sea, and the wizard robe quickly expanded like wings, and it was dark, like a bat king with spread wings, straight into the sea.

When the witch robe entered the sea, a big wave more than ten meters high suddenly appeared on the sea level, and the momentum went straight to the open sea to kill.

In an instant, the sea was overwhelming, and the harsh howling was suppressed.

Qingpu's forehead wrinkled with the word "Chuan". He looked a little tired. He put his hands on the tower window, and the mole on the corner of his eyes flashed.

Qingpu stood by the tower window for a full night, the tall figure blocking the sea breeze from the sea.

Without the sea breeze, the inside of the lighthouse also seemed warmer.

Yue Jinghua had a good night's sleep, and only after dawn did she roll over and woke up.

As soon as she woke up, she felt that there was something different in the room. When she opened her eyes, she saw the green puffs standing beside the tower window, like a husband's stone.

The blue-patterned robe he used to wear is gone. He only wears an azure tunic. The robe is embroidered with exquisite gold wire patterns, and his long hair rises high in the morning breeze. Up.

At that moment, Qingpu's back was particularly bleak, both real and illusory.

It seems that he has been standing there for thousands of years.

Unreal?

Yue Jinghua suddenly realized something. She noticed that a long figure was dragged on the ground.

Before and after sunrise, the sky was still dark.

Qingpu stood by the window sill, his broad shoulders covering almost the entire sky.

There were only a few mischievous rays of light that slipped in from the gap between Qingpu's back and drew a back on the ground.

Back view!

The spirit body has no back.

Remembering the last time at sea, Qingpu's warm arms and the hot breathing within reach, Yue Jinghua shuddered.

By the way, she almost forgot.

Last time, Qingpu threw himself into the sea in an extremely ungentleman manner. He was no longer an erratic spirit body.

"Qingpu, what's the matter with your body?" Yue Jinghua was a little angry, staring at Qingpu's back.

In fact, Qingpu had already noticed those two eyes on his back that were sharper than knives and awls.

He didn't answer, he only saw a pole on his arm, a beautiful vault, and his long legs crossed the window sill.

Yuehua was shocked. This kid didn't want to jump off the tower. This is a 13-story goddess tower with a height of more than 100 meters.

Qingpu jumped lightly, only a pair of long legs crossed out. He sat on the tower window, his feet dangling in the void, and his long hair danced like a monster.

His hand patted the tower window, motioning for Yue Jinghua to pass.

Yue Jinghua thought for a while, and sat on the window sill of the high tower as he did.

This sitting is 100 meters high, and clouds are already floating beside the windowsill. Looking around, on the sea level ahead, a few red-headed gulls that rose in the morning flew away to face the rising sun.

On the sea, the red sun was shining like a jewel, jumping up from the end of the sea little by little.

"You see that the red sun is not like the holy pattern on the top of the tower. At first glance, the ray of light is charming, but in fact, they are all shot from the red sun, and everything returns to the original. It's just a thing," Qing Pu seems to be in a good mood today, without the usual poisonous tongue and tricks, but what he said, Yue Jinghua is only half-knowledgeable.

"You are in the sea of ​​star consciousness. You stayed for too long, too long to see the light? And what's the matter with your body? Can you see the sun, but don't look like a ghost when you see the sun The fly ash is annihilated?" Yue Jinghua is still not used to Qingpu's changes, and doesn't care too much about what kind of light and red sun he calls.

"It’s been a long time since I watched the sunrise from a high place. It reminds me of the scene when I watched the sunrise. The Saint Mark is a bit mysterious, and it's good if you study more." Qingpu didn't react to IndoMTL.com when he saw the moon, and he didn't click on it. He stood up and wanted to leave.

"Hey, you haven't made it clear yet, how did your profound strength recover? Watching the sunrise from a high place?" Yue Jinghua became more and more mysterious.

"High place, one hundred thousand meters high," Qing Puxie smiled, "If there is a chance, I will take you to see the real sunrise."

While speaking, his figure has disappeared.

"Pretending to be a ghost," Yue Jinghua was annoyed.

After Qingpu left, the lighthouse became empty again.

The food that Chi Xi sent last night was cold, and Yue Jinghua had to ignite the Chaos Qinglian fire, heated a bun, and scribbled a few bites.

When she was chewing on the buns, the corners of her eyes still fell on the sacred patterns on the top of the tower from time to time, and Qingpu's words appeared in her mind with ghosts and spirits.

Sunrise and light?

The sea is already bright, and in the sun, the entire sea level turns into colorful colors.

Yue Jinghua dropped the bun in her hand and jumped up.

She raised her head and stared at the holy pattern above the lighthouse.

Every line is so delicate, and every line is so unique.

They are the most outstanding works and have existed in the lighthouse for more than 800 years.

"One thousand and eight sacred patterns, seemingly one thousand and eight sacred patterns, in fact, each stroke and stroke of each of them is independent. Just like a ray of sunlight, each color seems to be different , In fact, they are all part of the sun. One part, yes, one part. These holy patterns seem to be independent, but they are actually a whole. Constructed by them, it is a brand-new independent pattern. "Yue Jinghua's eyes were like a pen walking on paper, and in the end, the pen fell in the middle of the dome of the lighthouse.

There was a smile on her lips, "It turns out that it is composed of one thousand and eight saint patterns, a brand-new pattern, or should I say, a brand-new **** pattern."