But ranbai thought,

In her image, I'm afraid it can scare people to death.

She narrowed her eyes and dressed in red with blood, which made the whole person look dangerous and evil.

It's about afternoon now. The sun is very strong and hot on people.

You see,

The sun is so kind. No matter what happened or experienced, it can always shine on all things, even if it shines only on ruins or a dirty and ugly slum.

Dyeing white is not afraid of the sun. It doesn't feel much on the body. It's still cold and biting.

On the other side,

Ran floated naturally to the railing of a two-story building. She leaned carelessly and looked down at the people passing through the street.

The next second,

The sight stopped slightly. She narrowed her eyes, and the color of her blood red pupils flowed.

At the end of the long street.

He is a slender and indifferent young man, standing there with a jade body, as cold as the moon, like a handful of snow on the top of the green mountain.

The noise around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, or it was just a background plate. It didn't disturb him for half a minute, which seemed out of place.

He was wearing a bone chain with evil workmanship. On it was a small silver cross, which fell on the cold white collarbone, adding a little unknown demon coolness and wrapped a little cold.

As if he noticed something, Si Jin suddenly raised his eyelashes and looked accurately at the second floor attic across the street.

In the dilapidated and vulnerable streets, the surrounding voices are noisy and noisy, and the passing people are in a hurry with cruel laughter.

Si Jin looked at the figure in the attic on the second floor.

The boy has a pair of eyes deeper than ordinary people. It seems that he has poured the thickest ink. He can't see the slightest light and shadow. His eyes are dark.

Like an empty Dead Sea, calm, no desire and no desire.

His eyes seemed to have no reflection of anyone, only substantive coldness.

Si Jin saw it,

It's a girl in red.

She was dressed in bright red blood, quietly lowered her eyes and stood at the railing of the second floor attic. Her long black hair half covered her face, and only a pale and cold arc of her jaw could be seen.

The two people's eyes suddenly collided with each other,

"Found..." ran Bai sobbed blood, and the red lips opened softly. She said three words silently. The next second, the whole figure had disappeared.

The figure moves,

But there was no red figure on the second floor attic.

The slender young man copied his pocket with one hand, and his broken black hair fell down, covering his deep eyes, his black clothes, and his cold and abstinence temperament, like a demon that only exists in the western world.

Extreme cold, indifference, and danger.

be missing.

But at a glance.

But Si Jin clearly knew that it was not an illusion.

"Hi, Si Jin, what are you looking at?" the people nearby came up and looked into the distance along Si Jin's eyes. They didn't see anything and looked at Si Jin in doubt.

It was a boy of about twenty years old. He looked sunny and calm. He smiled brightly.

Si Jin calmly took back his sight. He lowered his eyes, pressed his slender and clear fingers on the silver cross hanging on the clavicle and touching the cold bone chain, and didn't speak.

Yingguan has long been used to Si Jin's indifference, so he is not asking.