As his left arm hung down, the crimson gradually trickled down his dark shirt.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, and his thin pale lips opened and closed, "Now, can you let me see her now?"

Chen Xiu didn't speak, his brows frowned, and the marks quickly disappeared.

Unexpected, reasonable.

He underestimated him.

The large army behind Jiang Si is already angry!

The seniors are too much!

How can such an unreasonable request be made!?

The fourth master is really!He even followed along!?

Silly, right!?

While they were angry, they didn't know what to do! Because they couldn't do anything without the order of the fourth master!

After all, the fourth master has the plans and ideas of the fourth master!

If they act rashly, they will only disrupt!

Jiang Siping withdrew everyone under his banner, not allowing them to take a step forward, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, "It's time for the seniors to fulfill their promises." ”

......

The air was quiet for a few dozen seconds.

There was a suffocating silence.

Jiang Si's left arm was still bleeding, and little by little the blood beads coagulated, scattered down along the arc of his fingertips, and smashed on the ground to bloom bright blood flowers......

The big guy is worried about it.

But I don't seem to feel any pain at all.

Until a long while-

Chen Xiu's voice came suddenly, "It's inconvenient today, she's still ......"

Chen Xiu's sentence, she was still resting, and before she finished speaking, suddenly, not far away, a slightly pale voice came.

People come from far and near.

"Master, someone is looking for me, why don't you tell me. ”

Chen Xiu was slightly shocked, and when he turned around, he found that there was a white figure standing at the gate of the cemetery.

She wears a white cloak.

The face is sickly pale.

This is probably the first time for her, in front of Jiang Si, so blatantly, wearing a girl's clothes.

Although it is also a Hanfu made by the master.

She still has short hair.

However, it is really different from what Jiang Si saw in the past.

He had never seen Lin Shuo have such a ...... The gentle side of the weak wind.

is like a plum blossom on the branches in winter, with a bit of alienation and strangeness in the cold, like a different person.

The shredded light under his eyes is gone, and the longing for life to remain alive and vigorous.

Jiang Si couldn't see it at all.

In her eyes, there was only infinite indifference, infinite emptiness, and there was no trace of the original state.

She was wearing a snow-white cloak like that, like a little girl who had not yet come out of the pavilion, standing there quietly, looking at the scene here.

Strange emotional exchanges.

Jiang Si stabbed hard in his heart.

This...... It's not Lin Shuo he knew at that time.

There was no light in her eyes.

Those beautiful gray-blue pupils have become mechanical ornaments, and they have lost their souls.

He looked at her, along the wide avenue, like a touch of snow white, and in the blink of an eye, it would dissipate and melt.

She came this way.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Every step is like stepping on the tip of Jiang Si's heart.

It never ends, with a thorny sting and punishment.

She came by stepping through the snow.

Walked up to him.

Chenxiu did not stop it.

The hand, which was almost inaudible, stretched out, was retracted again.

He...... Didn't want to stop her from doing anything.

"Fourth Master Jiang. This was the first sentence Jiang Si heard since Lin Shuo's illness.

She called him Fourth Master Jiang.

It's even stranger than the previous title.