Shiruma closed his eyes tightly, for fear that he would fall into boundless darkness if he accidentally opened his eyes, although this is the most suitable time to sleep, but his heart can't be quiet, and he doesn't feel sleepy at all.

"My lord," Shiruma muttered quietly, "what the hell is going on in your family..."

As he spoke, a chill couldn't help but rise in his heart, making Shiruma shudder, "Hmm! what's the situation..."

Although he was on the sofa, he didn't have the body to cover the seat all the time, which made Shiruma, who was always sitting on the cold sofa, always on high alert, and the tense nerves couldn't make Shiruma relax, let alone sleep.

Shiruma held his right hand with his left hand uneasily, and if the light was good, he must have noticed that the joints were beginning to turn white.

"Your Excellency... Are you up?" I asked, but I am afraid that only I can hear the low voice.

As if I had just entered the door, I couldn't hear anything, except for the sound of my own breathing and the ticking of the pendulum of the old-fashioned clock in my living room. Suddenly, Shiruma thought that he was also a capable person, and he could at least make something alone.

As he spoke, he let go of his left hand, and after confirming his thoughts, he trembled and stretched out his index finger and drew it in front of him, during which Shiruma also frowned and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the black sky, and he could only guess the location of his hand.

Suddenly, the darkness was pierced by a small firelight, and when Shiruma was about to be happy, he found that the firelight was swallowed up by the darkness, and at the moment of lightening, it was "eaten", and it quickly made Shiruma have no time to react, and when he was still happy, he returned to the darkness, and at this time Shiruma's feeling had changed.

It's no longer the uneasiness I felt when I first came in, and the moment I saw the Goblet of Fire devouring it, Shiruma felt the black rush towards her. Shiruma struggled in the dark, his back was completely attached to the sofa, except for the waving left hand, and the cold sweat that ran down his cheeks.

After struggling for a while and finding that there was no feeling other than fear and tiredness, Shiruma breathed a long sigh of relief, and the whole person seemed to be straddled, spread out on the sofa.

This time, Shiruma didn't close his eyes, and looked at the direction of the ceiling fixedly, "Is this retribution coming too early?" Shiruma had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears, "It turns out that adults are lazy..."

Listening to the ticking of the clock, Shiruma gradually calmed down, and he was not as nervous as he was just now, and the monotonous pendulum sound of the clock was like a requiem, allowing the feeling of quiet to spread through all parts of the body.

I don't know how long it has been, and Shiruma has been listening to the dull ticking sound like this, and it feels like centuries have passed. Slowly, some light gradually mixed in with the pure darkness. At first, I thought it was the white room that I was dazzled, but when I looked again, I found that there was really light in the dark, not a small point, but a feeling like the night before dawn, and gradually there was brightness.

Then, when Shiruma looked around, he could see a little outline, not imagination, not an illusion, and slowly his own eyes could see the general outline of the things in the living room. There was a sudden surprise in Shiruma's heart, "It's going to be light!" Shiruma silently shouted in his heart, watching all this.

Gradually, the black became a little black gray or black and blue, and it was impossible to distinguish what the white was, but it was clear that black was no longer black. Shiruma's eyes also began to find that the whole room began to brighten, but the light did not come in through the window, but the whole was lit up at random, and Shiruma had the same feeling at this time as when he first came in, the whole house was isolated from the outside world, and all the outside world was blocked by this wall.

The black gradually dispersed like fog, and the whole room lit up, and it was only then that Shiruma felt that he was living in the daytime, and it was the same brightness as the outside, "Yay!" Shiruma accidentally cheered, it was really a torturous time.

"So happy?" Suddenly, Shiruma heard his familiar indifferent voice, and his body that had just relaxed immediately tensed again.

"No, no..." Bai Jian didn't dare to look at Qinglin, tilted his head, but from the corner of his eye, he could still see the figure slowly emerging from the corridor.

At the moment when he saw Qinglin, the sunlight penetrated through the window, as if he had been waiting for the opportunity to enter, and he seemed a little impatient. It wasn't until this moment that Shiruma really felt like he was in a familiar world...

Bai Jian, who couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at Qinglin, at this time Qinglin was standing by the window, looking at the birds and flowers outside the window, Qinglin's body looked thin and weak under the modification of the light.

"It's really hard for you, you can stay in this environment for so long, you didn't think about running out and waiting at the door?"

"Ahh But Bai Ma also began to wonder, why didn't he have this kind of thought, obviously he felt that the danger had already run away at other times, just like he was the first to give up in Xingdu before...

"At least you can get used to this darkness now, and that's a good start. Seeing Bai Jian's regretful look, Qinglin almost laughed, but he still held back.

"What?!" Shiruma didn't understand

"You'll know later", Qinglin looked at Shiruma's backpack, "That's all?"

"Oh, yes, it's not convenient to bring too many things. ”

"Yes"

Qinglin turned around and went back to his room, and looked at the white room, obviously to collect something. After a while, Qinglin came out, but he changed his clothes, and with the bag he was carrying on his shoulder, he looked like a student, and Qinglin's age was not very old, so that Qinglin's whole person exuded a kind of student atmosphere.

Bai Jian looked at the handsome and hearty student Qinglin, and was speechless in shock.

"How old are you, sir?"

"Huh?" Qinglin, who was buttoning his sleeves, looked up at Shiruma, "I won't tell you." ”

"Ahh

"Anyway, have you just woken up?" asked Shiruma curiously

"How did you get in if I didn't wake up?" Qinglin ran his hand through his hair, "Of course, I'm a lazy faction." ”