Chapter 3877

He seemed to have a cynical ruffian nature, naughty and cold-blooded, and even a bit of childlike innocence. This innocence was not childish, but cold-blooded.

In his eyes, it may be more appropriate to call it a toy.

"I picked it up on the road." Chu Zhou wrinkled his eyebrows, with a faint expression and a flat and straightforward tone: "it's mine. Who do you think she is?"

It's a little casual, and a little plain overbearing. It's quite reasonable. It doesn't even need to think.

Heisha was stunned. This answer was expected and nothing unexpected.

The other party has always been careless, smiling and lazy.

Occasionally, the smile is romantic, and the liquor fills the throat. The lingering affection is also vain.

It doesn't seem to matter all the time.

Heisha had seen Chu Zhouzhi many times. He showed concern, anger and other emotions. He was real and fresh. It was hard to imagine that he learned from others.

This time I always felt that it was not like pretending, but really possessive when a favorite toy was going to be robbed by others.

"I see." the black evil spirit said with a smile, "so you like her." he joked: "what's the name, childe Chu, after thousands of flowers, or did he touch his body?"

Heisha was sure that no matter what Chu Zhouzhi's purpose, he must have seen the man on a whim at first. He played when he was bored. Later, he probably didn't think he would care.

After all, this person's temperament is like this, and his pursuit of freshness has reached a certain degree. very interesting.

Chu Zhou was stunned for the first time. He sneered. His expression was flat and his peach eyes were confused with a smile. He wanted to say what he liked, and he didn't like it much. But when the words came to his mouth, he stopped for some reason, stuck in his throat, kept silent for a long time, and didn't bother to discuss this meaningless topic with Heisha.

Originally

I just don't like it very much.

Heisha didn't tangle with Chu Zhouzhi on this topic. This emotional thing was too complicated for him to be provoked by a bad old man.

He had to figure it out for himself. Even if he told Chu Zhouzhi now, the other party would not believe him.

At night, everything is silent.

When dyed white, I saw the boy in black sitting upright on the shabby wooden chair, holding a long sword that never leaves the body in his arms, with his eyes closed, his face cold, pale, his complexion flushed, and even more morbid.

She walked over step by step.

A clank——

It's the sound of cold sword coming out of its sheath.

The young man opened his eyes warily, and the blade was aimed at the direction of dyeing white. One step away, he was tight and his voice was hoarse: "what are you doing?"

It seems that he has a fever and has been blowing cold wind for most of the night.

The cold light of the sword blade came into her eyes. Ran Bai had no waves and waves. After holding it for a few seconds, she turned and walked back to the wooden house. She frowned, clenched the sword and looked at ran Bai.

In the young man's cold eyes, ran Bai came out again and threw out a quilt. The action was rough and not gentle. The cold face probably meant not to die here.

Soft with a little old taste, but enough to resist the bleak cool wind in the mountains and forests. He was caught off guard and covered the boy. He was rarely stunned. He didn't react for a while. He grabbed the quilt rigidly, and his eyebrows haven't loosened yet.

Ranbai didn't say anything or look at the young man again. He turned and closed the door of the wooden house. The figure in white was clear, meaningful and indifferent. It was vague in the night. The old wooden door creaked with the closing sound, which was a sound existing in the old memory.

In the night, the boy sat on the old wooden chair, still holding the quilt in his arms. For a long time, he loosened his eyebrows. He looked quietly. Ya's eyes were dark and quiet, and his lips closed tightly. Finally, he didn't throw it away, took back his sword and closed his eyes again.

The night passed quietly.

The boy sat on the chair outside the wooden house all night. The sun rose from the horizon and the sky was white with fish bellies. He looked at the closed door, walked forward with a sword and raised his hand to knock.

No response.

He was patient and knocked three more times.

No response yet.

"Yanbai, come out, it's time for us to go." the young Leng Sheng said that when he talked about us, he had a subtle feeling. He never thought that he would call Yanbai "us" one day.

Still no response.

The boy stared at the wooden door, took two steps back, and then kicked his legs on the door!

The wooden door was kicked open.

Ranbai calmly glanced at the sky outside the door. It was still early. She could continue to sleep without avoiding. She supported her forehead with one hand and looked quietly at fifteen.

She can turn over and continue to sleep, but dyed white is not used to showing her back to others.

The young man glanced at dyed white in a hurry. Seeing that her clothes were neat and tidy, and only her hair was slightly messy, he looked directly at her and asked in a deep voice, "why didn't I tell you to talk?"

Dyed white and crooked head.

The boy pursed his chapped lips. "Clean up, let's go now."

Seeing the girl motionless, he frowned and handed her a pen and paper. When the other party reached out to take the rice paper, the white sleeve slipped an inch, revealing a small red mole on the wrist. The boy looked away.

——Wait.

Dyed white, drooping eyelashes, faint.

"Wait for what?"

——I didn't wake up.

Fifteen clenched his teeth and looked at the four words. He didn't know what to say for a while.

He stared at ran Bai for a long time.

Dye Baihao looked at it impolitely. The sun shone in from the shabby and half leaky window, rendered it into light gold, and fell on her eyelashes. Her pupils seemed to be filled with a layer of broken gold, cold and beautiful.

"An hour." the young man said hard, "no more."

Ranbai raised his hand to let him out. The young man gritted his teeth and left. He sat in the chair outside for a long time. He was still impatient and couldn't calm down. For a moment, he felt his heart blankly. He didn't know what was wrong with himself. He soon closed his lips coldly and stared at the figure in front of him.

The girl came out of the cabin. Her white clothes were better than snow. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque. She put on a silver mask that had been put on all night and walked out.

The boy got up and followed her silently. His eyes were always vigilant, as if he could see two wolf ears on the top of his hair.

Ranbai looks at the gossip array in front of her. It's rude... She's been destroyed by violence. Fortunately, her position is hidden.

All the way out of the array with 15 smoothly, the mountains are lush and the fog fades, but the morning air is still foggy. At the exit, a red figure is slender and elegant.

When the dye comes out, the red will hit the bottom of your eyes.

Through the fog.

Chu Zhou stopped looking at her and looked calm.

Feng youyou and Liang JunShang stood not far away. When Feng youyou saw the young man, a surprise flashed in his eyes, but the surprise quickly faded after seeing who the young man came out with. Instead, he crossed his deep disgust and hurried up, "15!"