The smoke and clouds are in the moon, and the rain should be the time to sleep warmly in the nest room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the cold night, the figure holding a black oil-paper umbrella shuttles through the streets and alleys, the wind blows the robe and makes the robe even thinner, and the rain slides down the umbrella surface but leaves no trace on the robe.

The black figure walked through the empty street without hurry, and occasionally there were drunks who were looking for pleasure and returning late, scolding and staggering past the figures, ignoring the people around them.

He is the night, and the night is him.

His steps blend with the melody of the rain, his sleeves mingle with the howling of the wind, he is part of this night rain, he is a drop of rain, a cool breeze.

The bright lights of the rich district turned into stars in the night, and the faint glow of the oil lamps was faintly revealed through the wooden lattice windows.

When he disappeared into the thick shadows of the alley, the figure moved his umbrella and looked up at the sky.

Under the rich night, those eyes were so bright, and there was a cold flame burning in them, which was the relentless desire for life and battle.

I'm chasing the slaughter, the rats that wander at night, don't disappoint me!

A cold wind suddenly came, and the black figure slowly stretched out his left hand and turned sideways slightly.

A wisp of gore was quickly masked by the wet smell of rain......

Then the black shadow withdrew its palm, and the first blood-colored bewitching flower bloomed on the white and tender fingertips.

The muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the crispness of metal hitting bluestone, and the smell of sweet and irony was a little strong.

With his left hand stretched out of his umbrella, the blood on his hands washed away by the increasing rain, and the figure of the corpse on the ground walked towards the depths of the alley.

Two icy winds struck from the left and right, and the blades were sharp, and the sound of the blades cutting through the air and the rain could be heard.

Still slowly stretched out his left hand, a bolt of lightning swept across the sky, reflecting the slender hand as white as a skull and white bones, but it was also seen that the palm fingers were slender, the fingertips were pointed, and the nails were neatly trimmed as if they had just been trimmed.

Very beautiful hand, this is the last consciousness of the owner of the blade.

The speed of the fair-skinned and beautiful palm was slow, but it came first, leaving a blood line on the neck of the attacker.

Along with their masters fell, along with their swarthy daggers.

Three......

It's not too little! It's not enough to kill, but it's very uncomfortable. I hope it's fun to kill!

The figure with a black umbrella in the shadows cast by the night is like an honest poacher, hunting down the prey that is weak to him, and the only hope is that the number of prey will be satisfactory.

"I hope that Your Excellency will not cause trouble. A man who appeared to be a leader warned the figure in a voice that had changed his tune.

The other leader is much more arrogant, "Chase your life, retreat quickly!" There are really a lot of people who are stirring up the situation tonight, how can there be such trouble in killing people in the past, no wonder this kid's bounty is so rich, hehe, under the black scarf, the man licked his cold lips.

"Isn't this kind of thing supposed to kill people?" the clear voice was like a mountain stream flowing under the moonlit night, with a low smile, "Or are you scared?"

The black oil-paper umbrella lifted slightly, revealing a pair of tricks burning with icy flames, the swarthy color rejecting all light.

"I don't know what to do, let's stay!" The leader of the pursuit of life jumped up from the ground like a vigorous leopard, wielding a pitch-black dagger to draw out the afterimage of the Dao, and in the middle of the way, one was five, facing the forehead, eyes, throat, heart, and dantian of the figure.

"Yo, that's interesting. "The voice of the figure is very flirtatious, and the neutral voice cannot distinguish between men and women.

The dagger easily passed through the five fatal parts of the figure, and strangely no blood flowed out.

There was a sudden chill in his throat, and then he turned around, and then saw the figure idly shaking his left hand, and walked towards the person who wanted to hijack the target and leave the dark hall while he was killing people, not in a hurry, but he didn't even have time to blink in front of the person.

The smell of blood came from the end of his nose, he still didn't want to believe that he was so easy, by the way, he still had his subordinates, and he turned his body around with great effort, and a thunder boomed, and at the moment when it was completely black in front of him, a silver snake cut through the night, and he saw the black shadow that fell to the ground and the rain on the ground with a dark color, and the smell of blood......

He died, how many lives he chased, and today he also fell, looking at the alley with wide open eyes, I don't know whether he is willing or unwilling in his heart.

With an unfurled smile on his face, did he hear a voice from behind him, and did the man who fought with him, delaying his time and causing him to die, also accompanied him on his way?

The figure spread his five fingers, the rain washed away the blood of killing, looked at the empty alley behind him and squinted, and whispered in the sound of the rainstorm, "Reincarnation, it doesn't seem to be any different!"

glanced at the disabled man who was paralyzed in the corner, a wisp of clothing was not even as good as a beggar's outfit, there were no large blood stains on his body, but the rain under his feet had changed color, and the figure's eyesight was excellent, and by the electric light just now, the wound of flesh and blood was pale.

"Since it's a rat, it should be obediently haunted at night, and scurrying around during the day will attract hunters. As the figure's words ended, the sparkle in the eyes of the leader of the dark hall on the ground disappeared along with it.

"It's really good vitality. It seems to be praise or ridicule, I don't know if he is talking about the two heads who have delayed the time to die, or the scarred boy in the corner.

"You say yes, the hard cultivation to pursue a long life is so fragile, gently, easily can be destroyed, obliterating all the pursuits that have been. The figure stood in front of the boy and leaned slightly over to look at him.

The rain that flowed down the umbrella bones flowed on the young man's face, blurring his vision and not opening his eyes, and he only saw a silver mask vaguely, and the dark eyes that burned with cold flames in the memory.

"Forget it, I'm a little addicted today, it's really a lucky boy. The figure straightened up, a dark blue flame ignited in his palm, and a dozen small flames flew towards the black shadow on the ground.

"It's incomplete, but you should be able to do such a small thing, right?"

"For... Miscellaneous..... "The hoarse voice was struggling with intermittent staccato.

"Huh?" the figure lightly provoked the young man's chin to make him look at him, and the umbrella tilted slightly against the young man's head, "Tsk, it's so cool." Such a resilient life is rare, although everyone has the desire to survive, and it is a waste to kill it like this!And tonight is not without gain, except for the mice during the day and a swarm of bats. ”

The corpse was reduced to piles of black ash under the blue flames, washed away by the heavy rain without a trace.

The cold flame in the figure's eyes gradually extinguished, and the dark pupils that had no light gradually regained their clarity and cleanness.

"Huh?!" quickly withdrew the hand that was pinching the young man's chin, and the figure jumped back in a panic.

"Ah, what did I do!" a brief exclamation, and the figure shook its head vigorously as if to reconfirm that it remembered correctly.

Hurriedly ran towards the entrance of the alley, didn't take a few steps, suddenly turned back, stood in front of the young man in the corner, and bit his lower lip: "Sorry, this is medicine." He stuffed the umbrella into the boy's arms, and hurriedly took out a wide-mouthed medicine bottle and put it in the palm of the boy's hand.

The figure ran towards the entrance of the alley.

Flustered, overwhelmed, is he and just now really alone?

Now he looks like a little boy of a big family who doesn't know the world.

"Hey, you think I can medicate myself. Looking at the figure running some distance, the boy didn't expect him to hear and turn back.

It's just that I suddenly want to test whether the transformation just now is an illusion, tsk, the rhythm of death!

"Ahh

It was cold and cold, the wound felt itchy, and the wound medicine he took out was unexpectedly easy to use, better than the best hemostatic powder he carried.

"Alright. The figure stood up, stepping forward to leave.

Boom!

"This ......." The young man was stupid, looking at the person who fell in his arms, why did he faint.

.......

He grinned and took a few breaths of cool air, and fell so hard that a lot of blood flowed out of the wounds on his body.

Look at the young man on the bed, Yan Nan twitched the corners of his mouth, why did he bring him back.

If you wake up and kill again, you can't stop him!

Looking at the umbrella placed on the windowsill, Yan Nan was sure that this master of killing must have gone wrong before, at least if he was still the cold guy who was talking and laughing about murder, he would have no sympathy to leave the umbrella!

It's just that I don't know which personality the person who woke up is.

Even if you don't take off the mask, judging from your height and other aspects, you're not as big a teenager as you are, and it's not been long since you entered your teenage years, right?

......

In front of the mirror made of flames, the white-robed man in the flaming feather sighed softly, did he faint from the conflict with his nature? So many memories and experiences that do not belong to him have a greater impact on his own character than he imagined, especially now that he has no memories of his own.

"Let it be!" he wouldn't let himself down, would he......

......

"Alas, it's all up to luck! I can't throw it out again, but because he picked up a life, it's not an exaggeration to say that he is a life-saving benefactor, although this benefactor is a little ......." Hehe, Yan Nan let out a few dry laughs.

Woo, his bed! Reluctantly looked at the big bed of the black-robed young man, Yan Nan reluctantly moved to the desk, it was safer to sleep on his stomach.

He was afraid that if he shared the same bed tonight, he wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow and find that his body was separated from him from a second perspective.

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