The mirror running outside Zhenyang suddenly stopped, and in an instant, the surrounding dust was shaken into the air by her powerful impact, and she didn't realize it.

I didn't know what to think of, and suddenly slapped my head and made a move that was extremely inconsistent with her image on weekdays.

However, the person's face was sluggish, and he did not have the consciousness of ruining his image at all.

At this time, Kagami was full of chagrin, annoyed that he had forgotten the most important point when he reunited with Sora: he forgot to ask Ran if she had sent it!

Suddenly the wind was messy.

The heart of the mirror is like this: ( ̇- ̇=͟͟͞͞)

Who am I, where am I, what have I just done......

Even if the mirror's heart fluctuated so violently, her face was not visible, but her constantly beating eyebrows revealed her true emotions.

The corners of Mirror's eyes twitched twice, but after all, he still raised his eyebrows, suppressing other emotions.

If you've forgotten it, why think about it again?

But this person......

In front of the mirror's eyes, the expression that seemed to be smiling when I first saw her, but now that I think about it, I don't feel any danger, only the care for her and the support that I have openly and secretly.

For the time being, it should be credible.

Jing smiled slightly bitterly, secretly saying when his memory was so bad, and randomly raised his steps again, heading towards Zhenyang.

In the ghost barracks, the lights are dim.

Outside the main tent of the army, that is, the empty camp tent, there are two guards stationed there, which seem to be stationed, but in fact they are blocking the entry of others.

At this moment, Jiang Shuiliu looked at his sword in his tent, but the focus of his gaze did not know where to go.

Irritability, that's the only thing he feels.

He wanted to practice the sword, so he got up, lifted the sword, exhaled his breath, his eyes narrowed slightly, his sleeves were raised, and suddenly the first style of the Broken River Sword Technique was stabbed out of his long sword.

The rolling river is endless, this is the starting style in the sword technique, and it is also the most long-lasting style.

Just when he was completely forgetful, suddenly, a phantus flashed in front of his eyes without warning!

He was shocked, his hand was unstable, and the blade suddenly deviated from the original track, piercing straight outside the tent door!

Suddenly, the boundless waves rushed towards the door of the tent.

How could the tent hold such a sharp sword intent, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into pieces of cloth and flew in the air.

The river flows but has no intention of caring for his tent. He looked at his hand, then at his sword, his brow furrowed.

He had a premonition that the sky was about to change.

At this time, what happened here attracted the attention of the patrol soldiers, and the sound of steel grinding was getting closer and closer, and the figures of a group of patrol soldiers gradually appeared outside the vanishing camp tent.

When they saw the current situation, they were also shocked.

"General Jiang, what are you ......?" The leading ghost clan soldiers didn't dare to look too much, so when they rushed to the vicinity of the scene, they lowered their heads and respectfully asked for instructions on the flow of the river, after all, they had no right to take care of the affairs of the river.

"Something went wrong while cultivating. He looked at his tent that had turned into dust, and the corners of his eyes jumped, and he sighed, "Clean up." I'm not going to sleep in camp tonight. ”

There was an indescribable tiredness evident in the sound of the river.

And the leading patrol soldier was obviously a little speechless when he was about to leave, and wanted to speak, but swallowed, and could only sneak a glance at the river.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Shuiliu noticed the soldier's spitting, and immediately frowned, and said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

Jiang Shuiliu's temper has always been good among the ghost clan, a handsome son, gentle and elegant.

And today's river flow obviously has a depression in his chest that cannot be discharged, and he can't care about his attitude towards his subordinates, and he is indifferent.

"No," the ghost soldier said with a glance in one direction and gritted his teeth, "it's just...... She hasn't come back yet?"

After speaking, the soldier knelt on the ground and said, "It's a subordinate gaffe." ”

He just had a brain fever and said what he thought in his heart, and after he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, how could they manage the affairs of the big people?

"Really?" Jiang Shui Liu thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was indeed the case, and he had never seen an empty figure since the end of the war.

He was silent for a few seconds before he said, "You guys can leave after packing up, and leave the rest." ”

But his heavy eyes revealed a trace of his doubts and incomprehension.

"Yes. The soldier clenched his fists and took the order. No one noticed the strange smile that curled up at the corner of his mouth as he turned around.

The river stood in place for a while, looking up at the sky, but the irritability in his heart became more and more intense.

After all, he walked in the direction of the empty tent.

"General Jiang, you can't go in. ”

Unexpectedly, at the door of the main tent, the river flow was stopped by two guards.

The two swords crossed in front of Jiang Shuiliu, and he just wanted to kill the two guards and go in, I was afraid that it would take a lot of effort.

"I have business to talk about. Jiang Shuiliu frowned, already a little displeased. Even if he admits that Sora is powerful, but only the two guards in front of her door, are they qualified to stop him?

"Your Excellency has commanded," said the two guards unmoved, "no one is allowed to enter tonight." ”

Jiang Shuiliu's brows furrowed even tighter, and there was already murderous intent surging in his eyes.

"What?" In fact, Jiang Shui Liu at this time was more afraid of the confirmation of the uneasiness in his heart, so he had to ask for verification, "My lord, is she in an accident?"

"It's late at night, General Jiang, please go back. The two guards were not prepared to answer any questions and gave the order to evict the guests.

"What if I have to ask for advice today?" said this, the more irritated the river became. He didn't know what he wanted to ask for, but he knew he had to see him tonight.

"Then don't blame me for waiting to do it. The guard was not afraid, and as soon as the words fell, the sword of the person on the left had automatically jumped into the man's hand!

Just as the tension was raging, a faint voice sounded from inside the tent: "General Jiang, please come in." ”

It was bland, without any emotion, as if the dangerous aura that had just happened was not at all the same as the nonchalance of her guards.

Exactly empty.

With a cold snort, the guard on the left put away his sword, forgave Yu Kong for speaking, and quietly retreated, becoming a sculpture again.

Jiang Shuiliu retracted his gaze, but there was still solemnity in his eyes. Judging from the fierce but restrained murderous aura exuded by the guard on the left of Fang Cai, it was by no means an ordinary soldier.

As for the one on the right, although he didn't make a move, his calm and unhurried bearing was not something that ordinary soldiers could have.

Who are they?

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuiliu's heart for emptiness, I don't know whether it is a little more vigilant or a little more awe.

When the tent was lifted, the situation inside was completely different from the outside.

The dim candlelight illuminated the whole tent, not so bright as to be blinding, but not so dim that it was impossible to see. It's not dark either, it's just right, and it adds a warm atmosphere to the whole space.

At a desk in a corner, a woman in black sat on the floor facing him. The corners of the clothes hang down on the ground, natural and elegant, and the candlelight outlines the woman's soft figure, but the eyes that are indifferent to the beautiful face remind others all the time that she is the empty that the shadow kills without blinking.