From the moment she lived in this inn, Jingli began to feel uneasy, so she took advantage of her free time to make a divination.

That's a very bad hexagram -- blood, a hexagram of great evil, either death or injury.

"Eh," knocked down a monster, Gu Xi yawned boredly, "It's really boring, I didn't even move my body." ”

Rusawa didn't answer, just looked quietly into the distance, his eyes filled with unknown emotions.

The air was too quiet, and the silence was terrible.

Suddenly, a biting chill hit, making everyone present can't help but shrink, and a strong sense of oppression is coming.

A slightly hoarse but extremely bewitching voice came from the depths of the darkness, three points random and seven points lazy, pieced together into a very charming, "It's really you." ”

It was obviously a very nice voice, but he didn't know it, but it made Ling Luo feel like he was in an ice cellar, covered in cold sweat, and it seemed that even his breathing became rapid due to fear.

The faces of the four of Liuze were also pale, and even Gu Xi, who had never been very serious, pursed his lips and did not say a word.

In the depths of the night, there was a faint figure in the fog - a stunning beauty that would make people sink in it just by looking at it.

A soothing black dress with a compelling chill, silver long hair up to the waist, shining like haode silk brocade with a moving luster, porcelain-like white skin is delicate and soft, without half a flaw, slightly pursed red lips with a casual smile, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes set off his lazy charm to the extreme. The description of beauty is a little more bewitching than that of a woman, but it will never hide his heroism as a man, and such a unique attraction makes it impossible for anyone to take their eyes off. It's just that the cold murderous aura around him makes people shudder.

From the first time she saw him, Ling Luo's body began to tremble uncontrollably, the fear that seemed to be carved into her soul seemed to be mixed with suffocating heartache......

Ryuze looked at the comer, and his always gentle voice was as cold as a hard ice brick that had just been taken out of the freezer, "I don't know if the Demon Lord is coming, and I won't welcome it." ”

The corners of the man's mouth raised evilly, and his tone was soft but with cold killing intent, such a celestial appearance fused gentleness and bloodthirsty strangeness, "Don't come unharmed, Nangu Liuze." ”

This voice pierced Ling Luo's heart as if it had materialized, and her mind seemed to be dipped in ink, and she wrote a name one by one—Night.

"Mo Lan Jiuye, he actually appeared?" Su Yi whispered in disbelief, and after making sure of his mind after looking at Jing Li, he turned to Ling Luo and said, "Luo, no matter what happens for a while, you don't go out, because you are the only hope in Syracuse. After speaking, they flew out and stood side by side with Liu Ze and Gu Xi.

At that moment, Ling Luo's heart felt as if she had lost something very important, knowing that there was a bloody road ahead of her that could not be defeated, but she could only stay here quietly, watching her friends fight bloodily for her.

Ling Luo's eyes instantly dimmed, and a self-deprecating smile hung on the corner of his mouth, yes, what can it do? She's just a fool who doesn't know anything, and if she goes out, she can only drag them back, so she can only pray silently in her heart, please be sure to bless them to come back safely.