After two seconds, ran Bai took back the long sword and threw it directly on the ground next to him.
The long silver sword fell to the ground and made a clear collision sound, which was particularly harsh in the quiet to strange atmosphere.
The wind of the night blew bitterly. The boy was dressed in black and his clothes were fluttering. Hunting generated the wind.
Holding an umbrella with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, he stood in front of the girl and said, "do you want me to save you?"
The boy's voice is very nice, low magnetic and lazy, with a little dumb, but in this case, it seems to come from another time and space, distant like redemption, but cold and indifferent.
"Host, I suggest you get out of the plane first." at this time, Feng Luo quickly talked to ranbai with consciousness.
It doesn't dare to forcibly take away ranbai's soul. It's afraid that it can't do it by itself. It can only discuss with ranbai.
But what fengluo didn't expect was that ranbai didn't hesitate and agreed directly. He just said a indifferent word with consciousness: "OK."
The girl in red finally took a look at Chu Huai. The evil blood pupils reflected the figure of the slender evil sycophant of the young man in black. She said coldly, "no need."
When the voice fell, she suddenly fell to the ground without warning, like fainting.
It was dark at night, with lightning and thunder, wind and rain, water splashing, wind and rain roaring, but the boy's body did not move.
He stood in the panic and broken ruins, holding a clean oil paper umbrella, his dark hair flying, and his clothes were not stained with a trace of blood, just like a God's residence.
Chu Huai lowered his eyes. The color of his eyes was very light. He fell on the unconscious girl, but he was indifferent. It seemed that everything had nothing to do with him.
long time,
The young man bent down slowly. He knelt half on one knee and put one hand on his knee at will. Against the background of black sleeves, he was slender, white and bony.
The pure white oil paper umbrella covered the figure of the two people. He looked at the girl's face and confirmed that she really fainted. After that, his white fingertips gently knocked on the back of his hand, as if measuring something. After a few seconds of silence, he gave orders in the dark.
"Take people back."
"Yes." the voice fell, and what sounded was a voice from the dark, which belonged to the eternal respect of the dark guard.
In addition, where the super dislocation surface,
In system space.
The girl in red leaned on her body and looked strange.
She lowered her eyes and rubbed the blood red mark on her wrist with her white fingers. She didn't know what she was thinking.
"Time and space are torn?" this is the first sentence she said.
Fengluo had prepared a long explanation. When the abdominal manuscript was ready, he was almost impassioned. As a result, he was interrupted by a sentence that jumped out suddenly.
"Ah?" Feng Luo subconsciously forced, "how do you know?"
Dyed white stared at it for a few seconds, pointed to himself with cold fingertips, and gently spit out two words: "IQ."
Seal off: "..."
Why does it hear a mockery of mystery?
Therefore, the host agrees to leave because he feels the tear of time and space.
Otherwise, the man is in front of us. How can the host leave?
"It's true that there are chaotic symptoms in the transmission, and there are traces of space-time tearing." Feng Luo said: "the original transmission time should be three years later, but the error caused by confusion led to the wrong transmission to three years ago. That's why I let you leave the host."
"Three years later, the original owner of my transmission is still that?"
"No."
"Well, that's right. It can't be transmitted into a white skeleton."
Seal off: "..."
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