What kind of night is the longest?

Sleepless nights.

The bed was comfortable and the curtains hung with crystal tassels.

The curtain was not lowered, Jiang Fei was not used to sleeping in a closed place, so he did not put down the bed curtain.

What's more, he couldn't sleep at all, and the tassels on the curtain had been counted three times, two times there were nine hundred and eighty-one, and one time nine hundred and eighty-two.

It was late at night, and it was dark outside the window.

Jiang Fei was lying on the splendid Luanfeng pillow, turning thousands of times, his eyes just closed, and slowly opened.

He felt strange about how he got here, and it always felt like he was in a dream.

But everything here is so real.

He really wanted to go out and see if there was anyone in the other rooms, but the spiritual power in his body was still depleted, and there was no sign of recovery at all.

Worry burned in his chest like a line of fire.

The Four Elephants Spirit Disk has not been found, what should I do if the spiritual power has not been recovered?

Where did all the people who were in the Abyss of Absolute God go at that time?

It's so big, he can't be alone.

After dinner, Yingying had already walked out of the room, and she hadn't come back yet, where had she gone?

Jiang Fei felt that he couldn't spend all the time in this room, it was necessary to go out and have a look, if someone came here with him, he shouldn't have fallen asleep.

He sat up, and it was pitch black outside the window.

Fortunately, it was only pitch black, not enough for him to be afraid.

He lowered his gaze, stepped on his shoes, put on a cool silk robe, and walked towards the door.

The incense in the furnace was about to burn out, and a few wisps of residual smoke filled the air, whimpering in the wind.

The door had been pushed open, and Jiang Fei looked out, the night was as dark as water, but it was darker than when he was in the room.

It's nothing.

He's walked all the roads darker than that.

He lifted his foot and stepped out the door, and on the screen in the room, a pair of eyes lit up and flickered.

His eyes were cold, like a dark arrow ready to strike, shooting at Jiang Fei's back......

In the corridor, lanterns hung all over the place, and the light dimmed at some point, as if it had been affected by the night.

Jiang Fei walked on the corridor, his silk robe was fluttering, and many lanterns were swaying slowly, bringing a burst of shadows and sweeping.

The shadow was perverse, cold and dark, but his eyes were bright.

The lantern shook faster and faster.

In the hallway, the wind was blowing.

The cold wind is tight.

Jiang Fei lowered his gaze and had no intention of turning back, since he had already made a decision, he would not give up easily.

He feels that every decision is not easy to come by, and only by persevering to the end will he understand the meaning.

The lights were faint and shivering in the cold wind.

The door to the front room can already be seen.

Jiang Fei's footsteps did not change, neither fast nor slow, as if he was strolling leisurely, stable and indifferent.

But his heart has already tightened the strings, and the wind in the corridor is blowing more and more tightly, and he can't help but pay attention to it.

After secretly observing, he found that there was only the sound of wind around.

This wind does not arise for no reason.

Is it because this palace is peculiar, there is rain during the day and wind at night?

The door to the front room, getting closer.

Jiang Fei stopped, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could already push open the door.

But instead of being in a hurry, he turned around and faced the door, staring at the crack in the door to see if there was any movement inside.

If the person inside is already asleep, he must not be a guest.

It's so weird here, if there are guests who have just arrived and can still sleep peacefully, it is definitely not a normal person.

Or, not people at all.

After a few breaths, Jiang Fei lowered his brows, and there was silence in the room, a deathly silence.

If there are people, they must be dead.

Jiang Fei turned around, the lantern shook for a while, and in a trance, he seemed to see someone passing by.

If someone had walked by, there would have been footsteps, but he didn't hear them.

Only the sound of the wind.

The bleak sound of the wind.

Could it be that the wind is masking the footsteps?

Jiang Fei continued to walk forward, and the sound of footsteps sounded, and he was not surprised.

Because, it was the sound of his own footsteps.

I could hear my own footsteps, and if someone had walked by, I should have been able to hear them.

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, the figure that flashed just now was not far away, if his footsteps could be heard, that figure would never be silent!

The lights swayed, as if they were shaking violently.

He continued to walk forward, his steps did not change, his face was calm, but his eyes had sunk, and he was obviously much more cautious.

For so many years, Jiang Fei's most confident thing is his eyes. These eyes never missed anything.

This time, of course, he wouldn't believe that the figure that flashed just now was because he was dazzled.

The cold wind was howling, and the long corridor was already bitterly cold.

Jiang Fei was still walking, the lights were scattered, and suddenly, at the corner in front of him, a figure appeared.

The figure was wearing a cloak, tall and thin, and he stood there as if he had been waiting for a long time, and the wind was strong, but he couldn't blow the cloak on the figure.

The lanterns around him rose and fell, and the cloak on his body shook slightly.

The cloak was pitch black, as dark as night.

If it weren't for the lights on the corridor, no matter how good Jiang Fei's eyes were, he wouldn't have been able to find a figure standing around the corner in front of him.

Jiang Fei didn't stop, his steps were as usual, and he walked towards the cloaked figure, and around the corner, the light was relatively brighter, but he couldn't illuminate the face of the figure.

Could it be that it is because the wind is blowing so hard that the lights are confused, so that the face of the cloaked figure cannot be seen clearly?

The figure had been standing there, his cloak wide and covered from top to bottom, and his face, also hidden inside the cloak, was pitch black.

Jiang Fei walked closer and closer, he kept looking at the cloaked figure, and found that except for the cloak moving, this figure was quiet and terrifying.

Suddenly, the cloak on the figure's head swayed, and a pair of sharp eyes emerged, suddenly lit up.

Jiang Fei just saw it, and was about to speed up his pace, when the light flickered, the shadow around the corner swayed, and the figure had disappeared!

The cold air subsides.

He finally stopped, and looked sideways, and the corridor was dark, deep, long, and silent in the dim light.

Silent as a mausoleum.

The tall and thin figure in the cloak was never seen again.

It seems like it never appeared.

If he did appear, there would be no sound when he came, and no movement when he left.

How is this possible?

Could he be a ghost?

But Jiang Fei clearly saw that the cloaked figure lit up a pair of eyes, cold and cold, sharp and sharp.

If you go any further, will you see him?

Jiang Fei thought about it and took steps again, after all, he was not a person who gave up easily.

The corridor is long, long to the point where there is no end.

The cold wind blows and stops, and the lights rise and fall.

He walked for a long time, but he never saw the cloaked figure again, and there was no movement in the room he passed by, let alone like there would be anyone.

Who is the owner of this place, and how could he invite him to the wedding alone?

This doesn't make sense.

But after looking for so long, I haven't seen anyone again.

He lowered his brows, and looked back, the loose silk robe was flying, but he was stunned and did not move for a long time.

In the distance, there was a room lit up, bright and bright, like the midday sun, shining brightly.

The night is no longer silent, the cold wind is still blowing, but it is no longer weird, and the lantern continues to sway, and it is very peaceful.

Even if Jiang Fei wanted to continue looking, he was in no mood anymore, because he could see clearly that the room where the lights were turned on was the room he walked out of!

When he came out, there was no light in the room, and now that the light is on, who will run to his room at this time?

Could it be that Yingying went back?

He wanted to see what was going on, and walked towards the bright room, his steps quickening, and wherever he passed, the lantern swayed in the wind.

The lights were getting brighter and brighter, and the surrounding scenery was getting clearer and clearer, and soon, it was already approaching the room, and there were jewels on the doorknobs, scattering colorful brilliance.

Jiang Fei's brows sank, and he suddenly stopped, the colored light on the doorknob flickered, he didn't care, the place where he stopped, next to the window, the room was exceptionally bright, and a figure was projected, reflected on the splendid window paper.

Someone in the room?

Looking at the figure in the window, it doesn't look like Yingying.

Because Yingying combs her hair in a delicate bun and has a ribbon tied on her body, even if there is only a shadow, it can be easily recognized.

The figure in the window, however, was very monotonous, just a dry shadow.

Jiang Fei wanted to go in very much, but he felt vaguely uneasy, he had not recovered his spiritual power now, and if there was any danger, he couldn't deal with it at all.

On the window paper, the figure swayed.

Jiang Fei kept watching, and knew in his heart that it was not the figure that moved, but the lantern in the corridor.

The cold wind has not stopped, is it only at dawn that the cold wind will stop?

Jiang Fei looked at the sky, the light yellow light mask was dim, only a few sparse fluorescences, swimming idly, like the eyes of a big fish.

This Xuanyuan Palace is not as good as the outside, and I can't even see when the sky will be bright.

Jiang Fei turned his gaze back and continued to stare at the window, the figure on the window paper was flickering, as if he was moving.

"How long are you going to stand outside?"

Suddenly, a voice came from the room, not loud, but it was out of shape, and it seemed oily and smooth.

Jiang Fei was a little surprised, but he didn't move, and said, "How long do you plan to stay in my room?"

The voice in the room said, "Your room, don't forget, you are just a guest here, these rooms do not belong to you!"

Jiang Fei said: "Does it belong to you?"

Laughter came from the room: "If you don't come in, you belong to me." ”

Jiang Fei said: "You want me to go in so much?"

He didn't know what kind of person was in the room, but he didn't have a good feeling about this kind of person who casually entered someone else's room, no matter who it was.

The voice in the room said, "Don't you want to know why you're here?"

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and he said, "I already know." ”

"Why?"

"Come to the wedding. ”

The voice in the room laughed and said, "Whose wedding?"

Jiang Fei hesitated and said, "I don't know." ”

"If you're having a wedding, will you hide the names of the guests you invite?"

"No, it won't. ”

"So, do you still believe that the reason for coming here is to attend a wedding?"

Jiang Fei smiled indifferently and said, "Otherwise?"

"Come in, and I'll tell you. ”

"Why do you have to go in?"

"This is your room, and you're going to have to come in sooner or later, right?"