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The taste of the alcohol in my mouth suddenly turned strange.

The air was silent for a moment, then Jing Liu tilted his head slightly and asked, "So, what exactly do you want from me? Is it because of Dan Feng?"

"No, it has nothing to do with Danheng. Actually, I didn't look for you on purpose. It was just a coincidence. I thought I'd come over on Danheng's behalf to say hello to my friend and help you out."

"Oh? You want to lend me a hand?"

Jingliu let out a faint sound of surprise.

"That's right, to help you get closer to the troubles of your temporary demonic body."

Qiong stared at the golden light shimmering between the soft, white jade on Jing Liu's chest.

Is it the system that's causing this?

Or is it Aha's problem?

Why would the treasure chest spawn on the black stockings and bra? It's definitely not his fault!

"Thank you so much, but it's no need."

The demonic body is the destiny of those who live forever. Countless people on the Immortal Ship have been troubled by it for thousands of years. Even with Bai Lu's divine medical skills, she is probably helpless.

Not to mention the nameless strangers who suddenly appeared.

How do you know it won't work if you don't try?

Seeing Jingliu's obvious disbelief, Qiong smiled and said.

Jingliu shook his head: "I don't know how you suppressed the Demonic Yin Body before, but I know my own situation."

Jingliu raised his transparent wine glass and gazed at the moonlight through the glass.

"I was only able to survive because of a deal. Although I still have the energy to think, my mind has reached its limit."

This wasn't a secret worth hiding. The other person was Danfeng's friend, and it seemed they were there to help him, so Jingliu said it directly.

She wasn't worried about what Qiong would do to her, otherwise, Qiong herself would be the first one killed by her in her delirious state.

Jingliu's mentality is somewhat similar to that of the world of Shrouding the Heavens, where an old saint with little lifespan left goes out for a stroll while carrying an ultimate imperial weapon.

Don't get in my way, or I'll go crazy!

"Since my consciousness has reached its limit, why not just unload the burden?"

Qiong said matter-of-factly.

"Ha, what do you take the demonic body for?"

Jingliu chuckled lightly, "Short-lived species are destined to be unable to understand this curse."

"Short-lived species? I must say, compared to the few guys I know who have lived for over 50,000 years, you, who are less than 2000 years old, are the short-lived species."

Qiong casually uttered words that left Jingliu stunned.

He wasn't lying. Compared to the lifespans of fusion warriors like Kevin, Fu Hua, and Gretchen, 2000 years old is practically a short-lived species.

Although the former's lifespan may be inflated by the amount of time spent in a deep sleep, the 5000-year-old one doesn't have any side effects from demonic possession.

"What did you say? Fifty thousand years old?"

Even with Jing Liu's composure, he was still shocked to hear this age. You must know that Emperor Gong Siming was only three or four thousand years old, making him the second youngest star god among the eighteen star gods.

"how is this possible?"

She found it hard to imagine that any human being could survive for tens of thousands of years!

Could it be that the young man in front of you looks young, but is actually an old monster who has lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years?

If that's the case, then her previous self-proclaimed status as her younger sister wasn't wrong.

Qiong smiled without saying a word, letting Jingliu's thoughts wander and speculate.

"Then let's give it a try."

Amidst Jingliu's surprised and uncertain expression, Qiong raised his hands, and then, a black and red katana and a crimson lotus appeared in his left and right hands respectively.

"This is?"

"Medical equipment".

The dome-shaped palm drags the crimson lotus in a spinning motion, wielding the key of erosion.

Crimson particles spread from the katana, merging with the crimson feathers falling from the sky, completely dyeing the feathers, which had been gradually turning from white to red, crimson.

For a moment, all Jingliu saw was a sky full of bright red feathers falling.

To be honest, Qiong is definitely no match for Jingliu in a direct confrontation right now, but dealing with Jingliu is still very simple, just as Jingliu herself said, her consciousness has reached its limit.

Using Feather Dust to generate rated power will make Mirror Stream go berserk.

Suddenly, a chilling aura emanated from Jing Liu.

"Do not resist."

Qiong held his breath and focused his mind, eroding, correcting, and burning the useless and complicated memories and negative emotions in the Mirror Stream's sea of ​​consciousness.

Jingliu frowned. Akabane gave her a very bad feeling, a kind of protective reaction from a living being towards its own privacy.

If she hadn't chatted with Qiong for a long time and even clinked glasses with her, she wouldn't have been able to resist the urge to draw her sword and slash at him.

With a solemn and conflicted expression, Jingliu hesitated for a few seconds before choosing to withdraw his cold sword intent.

The pavilion fell silent, and ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

"How about it?"

Qiong let out a long breath and retrieved the Divine Key from the Inner World Modulation and Combination.

"This...it's actually true..."

Jingliu stared blankly down at her palm. She slowly removed her blindfold, and as the black veil slipped off, it revealed her eerie crimson pupils, which seemed to have softened somewhat.

It really works!

She hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time... This person was actually able to alleviate the demonic energy that had reached its limit to this extent!

She believed Qiong's previous absurd words even more.

"This is not the limit of relief; consider it a deposit paid to you."

Upon hearing this, Jingliu abruptly raised his head, his gaze filled with disbelief. He could still suppress it?!

After a long silence, Jing Liu's pale lips parted slightly, her tone serious: "What do you want?"

She still has many unfulfilled wishes and unresolved grudges, so she needs time.

"Actually, I know a little about divination and fortune telling. Seeing the dark circles under your eyes and the dark discoloration between your eyebrows, you are on the verge of extinction. This is a very bad omen for you!"

Jingliu frowned. Weren't we talking about a transaction? How did the topic suddenly shift to divination?

Moreover, is it extremely unlucky?

"If you want to continue suppressing the demonic spirit, you must first dispel the ominous signs that are affecting you."

Qiong stroked his non-existent beard, his face serious: "The removal of the ominous signifies that great fortune is on the horizon!"

"Do you understand?"

He made a divination hand gesture and pointed it out.

Jingliu stared intently at Qiong's fingers with her red eyes, her gaze following the fingertips to her own chest, and her expression gradually faded.

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Chapter 251 Moonlight Colors, Woman's Fragrance.

The pavilion fell silent for a moment.

The faint chill that emanated from the courtyard silenced the chirping of insects, leaving only the artificial moon hanging high in the sky casting its bright light, telling that time had not yet stopped.

If it weren't for the unprecedented feeling of ease constantly emanating from his body, Jingliu would have thought that the Five Signs of Decay of Demonic Yin had struck him again.

Anger is an emotion that fluctuates intensely between sorrow, joy, resentment, and anger.

He was in a daze, lost in a state of confusion.

"Whoo~"

Jingliu took a deep breath, dispelling the absurd emotions welling up in his chest, and stared intently at the gray-haired youth in front of him with his red eyes.

"What did you say? Are you serious?"

"Of course I'm serious. Don't look at me like that. I just want to keep it as a testament to our friendship."

Qiong will definitely not give up on treasure chests, no matter how tricky the spawn location is.

Qiong squatted on the stone bench, extended his index finger, then raised his middle finger, and made a circular motion with the tips of his fingers forming a scissor shape.

Meeting Jing Liu's bewildered gaze, Qiong's smile was reserved and somewhat shy, as shy as fireworks.

"Besides, Miss Jingliu, you wouldn't want to be unable to fulfill your long-cherished wishes and settle scores, would you?"

"you……"

His expression was somewhat like that of someone from Bengbu. Few people could leave Jing Liu speechless to this extent; there hasn't been one in the last few hundred years.

As for those who dared to harass her?

Few people are as brave as her. They are either scared away by the sword intent and killing intent she releases, or they are directly cut into pieces and ice sculptures by her.

That's not the point, Qiong is serious!

That's precisely why Jingliu finds it even harder to understand his thought process.

He helped himself suppress his demonic body just so he could have this kind of thing?

Jingliu has done many transactions, but this is the first time he has ever done one so bizarre and strange.

Her last transaction allowed her to barely survive, but the price she paid was undeniably heavy. And this time…

Is this a request that a normal person would make?

Suddenly, Jingliu remembered Qiong's previous live broadcast recitation of the speech "I really want to be Miss Jingliu's dog~", and the abstract jokes she had with Gui Naifen.

This guy is definitely completely devoid of the word "normal" from beginning to end!

"can."

She nodded in agreement; Jingliu was no delicate or sensitive girl.

Although it's strange, the price she could easily pay was to suppress her demonic body.

"Hey, I can tell from your sword intent that you're a straightforward person!"

Qiong clapped her hands and shouted "Bravo!", filled Jingliu's cup with wine, and laughed loudly:

"A true hero is one who cultivates inner truth and acts with magnanimity, adapts to changing times and acts against the tide! He is resourceful and decisive, courageous and resolute, possessing the ambition and capacity to embrace the world!"

"Among the heroes of today, only Jingliu is worthy of praise!"

Jing Liu remained expressionless, but several question marks and exclamation marks appeared beside him, and frost and snowflakes condensed on the wine in his hand.

I'm not afraid of people playing with abstract concepts; I'm afraid of people who are both abstract and knowledgeable about Xianzhou culture.

Gazing at the wine glass held before him, Jingliu hesitated for a moment before finally taking the glass and clinking it against Qiong's:

“I am no hero, but a sinner who has fallen into demonic possession, murdered His companions, and betrayed our alliance.”

After drinking it all in one gulp, Jingliu put down his cup and saw a slender hand spread out in front of him, with four fingers bent.

Jing Liu paused almost imperceptibly for a moment, and the gray-haired man opposite him blinked and gave a shy, bashful smile:

"Hehehe, then give me the stuff."

Jingliu: "..."

You'd better be genuinely shy!

Do you want it now?

"Otherwise what? If you don't deliver now, are you going to come home with me later?"

"Oh."