The young eyes are deep at the moment, like a dark deep sea, some obscure hazy, and the morbid paranoia lurking in the depths of the eyes.
There is no reason why you can come casually and go recklessly.
It's not fair.
Now that you're here,
Then don't want to leave again.
"I won't go." ran Bai said calmly. His words were cold and short, like the shortest words to express the most unsettled feelings: "you are."
Si Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him with long eyelashes.
Better so.
What he wants, even by unscrupulous means, will be in his arms.
He can't let go of such a thing that he can identify, life and death.
Therefore, even in such a dangerous place, even if it is doomed, I will never regret it.
That's all.
Si Jin lowered his good-looking eyebrows and eyes. The light in his eyes seemed to overflow the black fog. In the dark light and shadow, the slender young man supported the girl's side with one hand, leaned over slightly, lowered his body shape and took a faint cold fragrance.
The black hat was casually buckled on the broken hair, covered the eyebrows and eyes, and only revealed the tall bridge of the nose and the thin lips with light awn color. Everything seemed bewitching and attractive.
Dyed white leaned against the tree trunk, motionless and without any evasive meaning. The blood red pupils contained light coolness and imperceptible warmth.
He leaned over coldly, and the beautiful and white mandibular arc slowly wiped the girl's side face. His breath beat in front of dyed white, with a clean cold fragrance. At the moment of low eye kiss, even the cool and thin eyes seemed to be brewing love.
…
Ying huaixue did go out once, but she didn't find anything different, and she didn't feel anyone attacking herself. She was a little relieved, then thought about the direction of the life and death hunting ground, and breathed out a little irritable.
The last thing about life and death hunting ground
Could it have something to do with that inexplicable portrait?
If so,
Is that man not dead at all, or... Revenge after death.
No matter what kind of possibility, Ying huaixue's mood has sunk to the bottom of the valley.
Three days later,
The sun is still shining in the daytime. I don't know if it's an illusion. The temperature is almost hot enough to roast people. It's getting hotter and hotter.
But in contrast,
How hot the day is, how cold the night is.
Ying huaixue wears a black robe and wraps herself very tightly. Even those who know Ying huaixue, or Ying Fu Ying Guan, can't recognize her when they see her.
She looked around very often, almost once in a few minutes, but she didn't find anything wrong around her.
Naturally, I can't see. Beside me, there is a girl dressed in blood red and with long hair half covering her pale face.
Shadow huaixue came all the way to the place he wanted to go.
Dye Bai takes a casual look around and slightly picks her eyebrows.
it is as expected,
Slum 42.
Some people see the arrival of yinghuai snow, and their faces don't show any expression. After all, the people living here are basically numb.
The shadow locust snow hid in the crowd and finally went quietly to a very obvious place in slum 42.
This place looks much better than other buildings. Although it is very dilapidated, it is a large place. The people in and out around it are full of blood.