The silver-haired wind demon was shocked, looking left and right, but Chen Xiansong was nowhere to be seen.

A moment later, Chen Xiansong seemed to emerge from the air and slowly appeared not far behind the silver-haired wind demon. He raised his head and looked at the flustered figure of the wind demon, but did not make a sound.

He even said that he didn't care about her.

The night is deep, the rain is dripping, the lonely building has no lights, the lights of the city seem to be far away in the sky, and the big demon is in front of you. Chen Xiansong stood in this dark building, but it was as if he had fallen into a hollow, and there was nothing around him, only the sound of hunting and hunting. And the figure of that person smiled, faintly, appeared above the high hole entrance. He suddenly realized that he had always only seen her gentleness and grace, but he had always ignored the slightest hint of demonic aura.

Chen Xiansong's first reaction was not to believe it, not to believe that it was her. He even thought with a bit of self-mockery and comfort that it was impossible. He is so good with her, she is definitely with him. How could she be...... The demon will not have that smile, and the demon will not have the pair of eyes that look at him like that.

How could I doubt her? There were even many possibilities in his mind—was there a demon sneaking in and stealing the artifact while he was asleep and she was wiping it?Or was it not her at all tonight, just like last time, a demon pretended to deceive him......

However, little by little, sober reason mercilessly denies these possibilities one by one. After he came home with all the magic weapons, and when he left with the waist bag, she was the only one who touched the waist bag, not even Lin Jingbian. And the person he was holding, the person he saw, and the person he kissed, it was really Lu Weizhen. It won't be anyone else. It can't be another demon.

For Chen Xiansong, the whole world seems to have a moment of silence. He heard the sound of rain falling, and he also heard the rapid gasping of the wind demon in front of him, and heard his own heartbeat, again and again, for the first time in his life, beating blankly. He glanced down at his empty hands, and suddenly felt that his back was empty, and his heart was so empty that it was as if it had never been filled with anything. It's a feeling I haven't felt in many years. And the invisible void was silently and slowly expanding, and it was precipitating into a very heavy and dull feeling, which was sinking into his body little by little.

......

You said you had to try it to find out, do you really want to start with me?

I also have a girlfriend, her name is Lu Weizhen. She would live with me.

I'm here to get married, and I'll treat you well. You watch me, every day, every month, every year, watch me do it.

......

What about her?

What did she say?

It turned out that she had never really promised him anything. Now Chen Xiansong opened his eyes and thought about it carefully, only to realize that since she chased him to his house, although her dead face was pestering him, all the words she had said, every sentence was simulated and ambiguous. She only said that she wanted to be friends with him, and never said that she liked him. In the face of every confession of his intentions, she either bowed her head or responded vaguely.

Looking back, there are signs everywhere. So coincidentally, on the first night, she didn't fall into a coma and witnessed the whole process of his demon hunting; she behaved so calmly, she was not even too afraid of the monsters, and she was still dealing with the monsters; she didn't seem to pay attention to Zhu Helin's harassment at all; she had to follow him to the house, every time she entered the bedroom, she would look at the waist bag on the wall; she avoided the questions about her parents; she would ask him a lot of questions, about demons, about magic weapons, about demon hunters.

There was a whirlpool under his feet, and he was gradually falling.

......

It didn't take much effort for her to get what she wanted. Because she only came to look for it a few times, he was afraid that she would be wronged, so he turned around and sent himself.

It turned out that from beginning to end, everything was what he said, everything was what he wanted. It's that he can't be reluctant, it's that he wants to start with her, it's he who wants to hug her, he wants to kiss her. It was he who wanted to get this beloved.

He wants to be wholehearted, he wants to be happy with each other, and he wants to treat each other with all sincerity.

From beginning to end, she only gave him one sentence: the first time I saw you, I thought it was very good, and slowly I liked it. was still forcibly held by him and asked.

A picture suddenly flashed in Chen Xiansong's mind, it was tonight, in the yard, she suddenly asked if she could leave at any time, but he hugged her tightly and pressed her in his arms. She burst into tears, and the tears were finally imprinted on the placket of his shirt.

Chen Xiansong's heart finally felt a bloody and blurred pain, and his eyes were also moist and hot.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Everything is already clear, there is no need to ask, there is no need to review. From beginning to end, it was clear that everything was hidden in her eyes, in her heart, in how many times she bowed her head and avoided it, and in her last tear.

Chen's demon hunter, a magic weapon handed down by his ancestors for hundreds of years, and the magic weapon that has followed him since he was a child, was stolen by her in his hands.

The fishy sweetness caused by the blow of the wind demon just now was forcibly suppressed by him. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he could no longer suppress it, pressed his chest with one hand, and spat out a large mouthful of blood, stained with the placket of his clothes.

The wind demon turned back in amazement, only to find that Chen Xiansong, who was standing in the dark, saw that his face was as white as gold paper, and he vomited blood! But he showed his teleportation hand just now, which made the wind demon jealous, hesitated for a moment, and thought to himself What happened to this demon hunter, she didn't take advantage of it to kill him today, and when he came to his senses in the future, he would still be unable to escape death. So the wind demon snorted coldly and attacked again like a thunderbolt.

Chen Xiansong raised his eyes like twilight, red, but ruthless. At the same moment that the wind demon struck, he teleported again.

Teleport again.

Again.

Again.

In the dark floor, the wind fluctuated, a white-haired figure struck left and right, and a black figure disappeared from time to time.

After a while, the wind demon sensed that the demon hunter had no other way, and this was draining her energy. As soon as the wind demon thought of this, she had the idea of retreating, and tried her best to strike the final blow, and when Chen Xiansong's figure disappeared out of thin air again, she jumped up in the air and jumped out of the third floor.

However, the figure of the demon hunter was like a ghost, flashing below her fall with great precision, and it actually pierced her intentions in advance. The Wind Demon's eyes widened, and before she could react, a sharpened wooden stick thrust into her left chest with a "snort". In the darkness, she saw the Demon Hunter's eyes dark as fire, and she let out a heart-rending howl and slapped him in the chest.

The Demon Hunter shook.

The two of them fell rapidly.

The demon hunter was hit hard and didn't let go of the wooden stick in his hand. Originally, how could the wood hurt her, but the demon catcher's hand was surprisingly strong, and he sent it forward, and stabbed her in the chest, she coughed lightly twice, and fell to the ground. The figure of the demon hunter flashed, and he was already standing on the flat ground. And her head hung down, and it was difficult to lift it up, but she was still unwilling, and asked in a trembling voice: "Why...... You have to kill me?"

"The kids. The Demon Hunter's voice was hoarse and shattered, apparently badly injured.

She cried, "I didn't harm them, I was protecting them...... I see the stars falling, everything on this planet falls, and I want to hide them underground, so that they can be safe......"

However, the demon hunter was hard-hearted, and he didn't listen to her nonsense, and he lifted the wooden sword and stabbed it again, and the wind demon was exhausted, and his body fell to the ground softly, and there was no sound.

Chen Xiansong slowly drew out the wooden sword.

The rain became heavier and heavier, washing down his face and body, and blood and mud mixed together. As if unconscious, he stood still for a moment, and then he lifted the improvised wooden sword, which was no more rudimentary, and turned around slowly.

In the corner of the building, three figures stood. I don't know how long I've been standing.

Two in front and one in the back.

The figure and appearance of the person standing behind can be sketched one by one by Chen Xiansong with his eyes closed. About an hour ago, she was still nestled in his arms, very intimate. Now, she and her two companions are standing opposite. And at the bottom of Chen Xiansong's heart, the last remaining glimmer of hope was also crushed.

In that hollow, the howling wind finally swallowed up the previous one at this moment.

Chen Xiansong didn't look at anyone else at all, just stared at her directly. And Lu Weizhen still seemed to have a trace of his usual crampedness in the face of such a desperate situation, lowered his head, lowered his gaze, and did not look at him.

Chen Xiansong suddenly laughed.