The remnant sun is gone, and there is a trace of blood hanging in the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the boy appeared at the door of Xiaozhu with the girl in his arms, the afterglow of the sunset that had lost its temperature was around the two of them. The girl slept silently in the crook of his arm, her head hanging limply, and the blood stains on her cheeks were particularly glaring.

"Lord Luna, come back...... Longya saw the young man come in and bite the apple and got up to greet him, his eyes touched the girl in his arms, he was stunned for 1 second, and his cheeks faded from blood in an instant.

"Qianling ——!" The half-eaten apple fell from her hand, she jumped forward and grabbed the girl's hand and shook it, looking at her face full of shocking bloodstains, her eyes were red with distress, "Fa, what happened? How could she do this?!"

Li Shuo was no less surprised than her, staring blankly at the blood on the girl's pale cheeks, and then at the silent young man who could not see his emotions.

Madame is hurt?!

It's impossible, Lord Luna, no one can ......

Ignoring the people who couldn't come back to their senses for a long time in the shock of the room, Lan Yue went straight to the bedroom with someone in his arms, followed by Longya Lishuo and a group of demon guards, and a group of people crowded around the bed and looked worriedly at the girl in his arms who didn't know whether she was dead or alive.

Plain yarn undulating.

Outside the window, the sea of hydrangeas is dyed with a hazy reddish glow of the setting sun.

Carefully placing the girl on the bed, the hand hooked around his neck slowly fell off, and she lay there silently like a corpse, the blood on her cheeks and skirt was shocking.

Longya cried out with a "wow", and Li Shuo looked at the young man's stiff and tense face, and quickly covered his mouth and dragged the person away.

After a brief understanding of the situation, the accompanying demon clan doctor took the pulse from the bedside, probed the girl's forehead, lifted his eyelids and looked at it, and took the girl's hand again with a solemn expression to stroke the pulse.

Lan Yue stood on the side of the bed, staring blankly at the bloodstained person on the pillow with blank eyes, and the pale color of her cheeks was no worse than that of the girl on the bed.

The doctor's expression became more and more strange, and after confirming it several times, he slowly put the girl's hand back into the futon and looked at the black-haired boy beside him.

"Madame's condition is really strange......," the doctor looked confused, "there are no external injuries on the body, no other symptoms, and the pulse is no different from that of a normal person, but this ......"

"That is to say......"

The scarlet eyes slowly moved to the side, and the young man's voice was indifferent with a hint of solemnity:

"You can't cure it?"

The doctor was stunned, stared at his eyes blankly, and his legs went weak and the whole person fell: "Moon, Lord Luna ......"

He withdrew his gaze and walked straight past the man who had fallen to the ground and walked to the head of the bed: "Take it down." ”

"Moon, Lord Luna, Lord Luna, Lord Luna, spare your life! Your subordinates, your subordinates didn't lie to you, your subordinates are telling the truth! Even if other doctors come to see you, Madame's situation is the same......"

Li Shuo looked at the doctor who was paralyzed on the ground and peed his pants in fright, and the ghost cried wolf and was dragged out by several guards, and looked at the silent black-haired boy in amazement, and then saw that the other guards around him were also so frightened that their faces turned pale and they didn't dare to say a word.

Then several doctors trembled and stepped forward to take the pulse, and without exception, they were dragged out with a wolf howl.

"Next. ”

Lan Yue sat on the edge of the bed, her black hair hanging down and her robe falling slantedly. There is no emotion in the back, but the voice is cold and seeping, as if it is from the hell of Shura.

Half a day.

"Lord Luna......" a faint voice came out of the silent crowd, "there is no doctor, that was the last one just now." ”

He was silent. Slowly lowered his head and stared blankly at the person in the pillow.

Qianling slept quietly on the bed, her soft hair spread out around her neck, her eyelashes drooping, and her pale cheeks stained with mottled blood.

He looked at her, his white fingers slowly reaching out, caressing her face, and gently wiping away the blood from his fingertips.

Longya watched the young man's movements, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help crying: "Qianling...... What to do with woowoo...... It was fine before...... Why is this the case today......"

"Before...... eyelashes trembled slightly, he suddenly muttered a few words, frowning slightly, "She went to the medical team...... What did you do?"

Longya choked and shook his head:

"I don't know, Qianling said that she went to the medical team to help, and I don't know what she was busy with, she seemed to be very tired, and she didn't come out to play recently, and I went to find her and basically slept......"

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the small building.

"Stop, who are you?"

Bang!

"Hmm!"

Then the sound of a fight began, breaking the deathly silence.

The guards in the bedroom looked in the direction of the outside of the room almost at the same time, and the membranous wings had spread out like mottled glimpses.

The black hair hung down on the edge of the bed, Lan Yue stared at the girl's pale face, and the hand that caressed her cheek slowly withdrew.

His eyelashes lifted slightly, and the scarlet and sticky blood under his eyes was as thick as a flower.

"It's you?!"

Longya looked at the man who was leisurely throwing away a stunned guard and walking slowly outside Xiao Zhu, and his expression changed slightly.

"Oh, you know me?"

The man looked at her with interest, his fingers hooking a half-length strand of hair and playing with it, a pair of snow-white plump wings gathered behind him. Guards attacked from all directions with their claws stretched out like flying shadows, but he lazily dodged the attack as he continued to walk forward, and when he was in the mood, he flew up and kicked over an attacking demon.

"Let me guess...... The demon minion who sneaked around me all day long in the Forgotten Forest, couldn't it be you?" he tilted his head, a dangerous smile on the corner of his mouth, "Stinky girl?"

The breeze rose, and the young man appeared silently at the door of the small building, his long hair dancing lightly, and a moon-white robe fluttering in the wind.

The demon guards around saw that the young man all bowed their heads, the blood in their eyes became more intense, and the air was full of murderous intent surge.

He only stood quietly under the eaves, his robe cut out of a handsome and straight figure, his long hair hanging down to his waist, and his face was almost pale, and his red eyes were like blood.

The man looked at him, his expression changed slightly. The cynicism faded silently, and he said a few words coldly for a while:

"Tsk, can you stand up, are you recovering well......"

Before the words fell, the wind rose, the long hair danced lightly, and the boy had disappeared from view.

He froze, his pupils shrinking slightly.

In the next second, a sharp hiss had been strangled from all directions in the fierce wind! In the raging surge, a cold gaze had firmly locked him!

"Kill me now, are you sure you won't regret it?"

The man stood in place and didn't dodge, and said a word tepidly, as if he had no fear.

The wind swept and died silently.

The flying moon-white robe slowly drooped.

The white fingers stretched out their pitch-black sharp claws, just stopping at the man's throat.

Lie Ghost looked at the pitch-black and sharp fingers and claws in front of his throat, and swallowed slightly, the stinging pain came from his neck, and the skin had been punctured and bleeding.

The young man stood in front of him, his scarlet and demonic eyes were full of blood-colored manzhu shahua, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were unwilling to struggle.

After a while, he slowly lowered his hand, and the dark claws of his fingertips retracted silently.