In the middle of winter, there is snow.
The bitter wind was full of blood, and the bitter cold came. The poor thin body could not help shivering. Autumn haze brow light wrinkle, chaotic mind also clear a few minutes.
As soon as he regained consciousness, he heard someone's voice: "did you die like this? It's a wet blanket. "
It seems that someone came up and kicked him in the leg.
Another cool and precious voice came from far to near: "Li Yan, don't go too far."
Who is it?
The pain on the body is mixed with cold, Qiulan tries her best to open her eyes.
The shallow and slow pace slowly stopped.
What appeared in front of us was a pair of silver boots.
A layer of dye, white as if does not belong to the world.
The person in front of the body squats down slowly and picks eyebrows lightly: "there is still a breath."
He had an excellent appearance, with deep eyes and a straight nose. The corner of the eye and the tip of the brow with the dust of the noble, only in the long eyelashes, just show a bit deep.
Gu Wenjing squints a pair of good-looking eyes, gently waves his right hand, and turns a milky aura into a small river, slowly circling Qiulan.
A warm and soft touch wrapped the body, Qiulan could not help but want to close her eyes.
Soon, however, the heat dissipated. Another red Aura will break up the Milky river. Qiulan looks up and looks at another pair of indifferent eyes.
The man stirred up a bad smile: "since I'm not dead, I'll take it back to be my slave. Anyway, all the people of jiucang are dead, and he's not the only one."
The breath on his body is too dangerous. Qiulan can't help retreating.
"Liyan," the young man in white in front of him raised his eyes and looked at him like a warning, "I said, don't go too far, you have to forgive people and forgive people."
"Ha ha ha ha!" Like hearing something funny, the boy in red, who was called Liyan, raised his head and laughed, then said with disdain, "why, huiluan Jun, do you think they are human?"
Gu Wenjing's eyes fell on the ragged children on the ground.
The child's eyes were blank and his hands were tightly around his knees.
His face was too thin to speak of. His beautiful appearance was also covered with knife wounds, and the blood gradually coagulated with ice.
Apart from the small, reddish scales on his forehead, he looks no different from ordinary people.
That pair of watery eyes, with no way to do and a little puzzled, looked at him straight, Gu Wenjing heart suddenly gave birth to a trace of intolerance.
"Bento, please." Gu Wenjing said.
Leave Yan as if didn't expect him to say so, Leng for a while, afterward inconceivable ground opened big eyes.
He glanced at Qiulan, who had shrunk himself into a ball. He didn't see anything special. He said sarcastically, "well, well, you're back to Luan. I'll be the villain."
The long sword backs to his back, cleanly closes away from Yan, and says to Gu Wenjing seriously: "if you are so soft hearted again, you will never be the strongest demon catcher. You are blind in your talent."
"If it's not my race, it will be different."
Gu Wenjing looked at his back and bowed his head thoughtfully.
There was a moment's silence. Suddenly, a small hand seized the corner of his coat.
He looked down at the child's round eyes.
Qiulan also some don't know the situation, only probably know that just now that person to kill himself, is Gu Wenjing saved him.
And surrounded by a sea of blood, it is clear that they have just experienced disaster.
He had to catch the man in front of him,
He can only grasp the man in front of him.
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