In the narrow alley, the sword light poured like rain on the huge pitch-black evil creature in front of him, which was powerless, and suppressed it frantically, and finally tore it apart. The blade of the pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info burning with black flames paused slightly, and then suddenly lifted, leaning with him, and slashed down in the other direction.

But when it was about to fall on the target, it was abrupt. The black flames on it swirled, giving birth to a bit of a fluttering feeling. The red eyes reflected the fluttering black flames, and also reflected the black flames in the black flames, and the faint black color that was obviously different from the evil thing, the deepest part of the pupils, seemed to have a flash of struggle.

In a trance, a touching verdant swept through his heart, and next to the verdant, there seemed to be a gray figure. Although the scene was vague, it gave him some signs of calming his heart, which had become tyrannical from the mass killing. It was warmth, but also gentleness, the warmth that had redeemed him, the gentleness that had changed him......

He tilted his eyes slightly, staring at the color that was completely different from the pitch black, but his gaze touched its eyes. With a confused, pitiful look, but so pure and beautiful. In a trance, there seems to be a name wandering between the lips and teeth, ready to come out. This made the trance in his eyes even more intense.

The blade pointed at it shifted slightly, and even the rise of the black flames that swirled around it subsided a little. But at this moment, the red color in his eyes suddenly surged, instantly drowning all his struggles and trance. By the time he came to his senses, the color that was different from pitch black had been stained with bright red.

He watched in a daze as those eyes lost their luster little by little, and a terrifying tyrannical killing intent suddenly rose above his frozen figure. He looked up to the sky and screamed sadly, and there was red liquid flowing from the corners of his eyes, which was so heart-rending and distressing. As he roared, a behemoth opened the spatial rift behind him, and the earth shook and slowly walked in.

He stopped whistling and turned his head to look at the pitch-black behemoth. The six-pointed star in the center of his eyebrows jumped slightly, and the originally narrow alley seemed to expand in an instant, and the black flames on the blade suddenly rose, stretching several zhang long, pointing directly at the pitch-black evil creature that was happily looking up to the sky and roaring after breaking free from the narrow shackles.

The city outside the window is lit up by lights, people come and go, hustle and bustle for no reason, but there is little silence. The hazy light entangles with each other, weaving into a beautiful scenery in this world. However, the people by the floor-to-ceiling windows were not interested in turning their heads to take a look.

She sat at the silver-white dining table, her face haggard, staring at the paper in front of her, the pen in her hand stagnant, but it was difficult to write a word. After a long time, she finally put down the pen in despair, leaned back weakly, and gently rubbed her temples, but she was still thinking and never relaxed.

She had taken several days off work in a row, but she had never had as much rest as she had said on the phone. She always fell asleep on her desk in the midst of calculations and speculations, and then woke up in a daze and continued to deduce. The dining table in front of her was full of papers filled with her various guesses, and under the dining table, the paper balls she had discarded were piled up into a small mountain.

Now, leaning weakly back in her chair, her mind still spinning on the twenty-word proverb. It's just that when the words flowed, there were also those broken messages and the dream that shocked her a few days ago.

When these two impressions were unconsciously intertwined, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind! She suddenly remembered the abnormality that had happened in that dream, and she subconsciously recalled what she said when she was reflected in the water of the Lechuan River.

The fog of memory was lifted layer by layer, and then little by little it revealed the appearance of what she was looking for. She squirmed her lips and silently muttered the words she had said, but finally sat up straight suddenly, staring at the proverb written on the paper in front of her, and said with some excitement, "Yes, yes?" Wait, if it's going to be, if that's the case......"

"Shang once said that there are beautiful women in the west, and the female respect Yaochi does not know the age, nor does it know the human ...... If, if some of the words were to be brought forward...... she muttered in a low voice, and hurriedly picked up her pen and began to write and draw on the paper. However, as she wrote, her face flushed slightly, and when she finished writing the last stroke, her haggard face was completely red.

However, although she felt that it was very inappropriate, she had an inexplicable feeling in her heart, this was what Moyin Bao'er wanted to express, this was the way she wanted to tell herself that she could save him. Thinking of that person, thinking of the fate he might face, the flush on her face suddenly subsided a little, and then she stood up, and reached out a little timidly but resolutely, and pinched the piece of paper. When she was about to take him into her arms and go to find his whereabouts, her chest throbbed suddenly.

She turned her head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window at the narrow alley where everything between her and him began, and her throbbing heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of panic. The piece of paper that he held in his palm that had just unraveled the paper trembled slightly, and fell on the silver-white table as he turned around.

She lowered her eyes, but her lips were pursed, and her eyes were full of foreboding. Perhaps, it's too late...... She thought about it like this, but she shook her head vigorously, trying to wave away the ominous premonition in her heart, but no matter how she looked, she looked like the paper that fell on the table. The face as pale as the paper, the bloodless face, the thin and crumbling figure as the handwriting......

However, no matter how she suppressed it, the ominous premonition in her heart intensified. There was a strong sense of loss that swirled over her, making her more and more uneasy and panicked. She bit her lower lip abruptly, ignoring the paper on the table, and turned and ran to the place where the entrance was. She's going to that alley, now, right now!

She didn't see that in the narrow alley where she was going, the faint eyes that floated above the man's head kept staring at her. When I saw her running downstairs like crazy, there was a satisfied smile in her eyes. 'Come, come, everything can no longer be changed, now, only you, as long as you come, all future troubles will be erased, and he will become the best sacrifice in this thousand years! ’

In the narrow alley, Zhang Zhou held the long knife in the night, and above his pale face, the tyrannical blood in his eyes quietly dimmed, returning to its original dark color. The evil creature that was pierced through the throat by the tip of the knife hissed unwillingly, but its blood-red eyes dimmed, and then shattered in front of Zhang Zhou's eyes, turning into pitch-black embers, and when it fell to the ground, it was swallowed by the fluctuating bluestone.

Zhang Zhou, who had regained some consciousness, silently stared at the scene in front of him, but his face was even paler. Suddenly, all the irrational parts of his memory became transparent, and then another voice remembered in his heart, and in an instant, he quietly understood all the truth.

He lowered his eyes with some bitterness and looked at the long knife of the night in his hand. It turned out that he was not a hero, but a sacrifice; It turned out that he had no kind, only sacrificed seniors like the one Midorihime had seen; It turned out that all of this was just a hoax, a scam to lure him into a better sacrifice. Everything, that's all. As he thought so, the brilliant black and white wings behind him suddenly withered, and the feathers scattered in the sky, leaving only his thin body in tattered clothes.

Speaking of scams, I don't know what happened to that person. His drooping eyes flickered slightly, but he remembered another existence who had laid a deception on him. He pursed his lips, but suddenly remembered the taste of her lips and teeth, and the tears and pain on her face as she whispered those words and the truth.

Suddenly, everything doesn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the trembling when she had curled up in his arms, and the warmth that people missed in those few days. At the end of the day, it all seemed so precious.

And just as he was missing the man, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the alley. His heart moved, and he barely raised his head, but saw a petite figure running down the alley towards him, and his haggard face was full of uneasiness and confusion.

He smiled slightly, but suddenly relaxed. I just think that this Laoshzi's scam is not important, only the person in front of him is important. Even thanks to this scam, thanks to it for allowing him to meet her and become lovers with her.

He smiled slightly, and was about to call her name when he noticed that his own appearance was not reflected in her eyes. He was slightly stunned, and then he realized that the six-pointed star in the center of his eyebrows was still playing its role. In a moment's time, she had already run past him, running deeper into the alley behind her.

He hurriedly closed the barrier, barely turned, and weakly called out her name to her back. "Li Ai......" The voice was so low and obscure that even he doubted that he could hear his voice from a meter away, but she suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at him.

"Zhang Zhou." She whispered his name and approached him eagerly, as if trying to take him into her arms and feel his presence. It's just that when she stood in front of him, she hesitated to lower her arms and just bit her lip to look at him.

She didn't know if he had forgiven her, so she didn't dare to reach out and touch his body, for fear of being waved open by him. The person in front of her seemed to understand her thoughts, just chuckled, and without saying a word, he casually threw away the long night knife that supported her body, staggered forward, and hugged her into his arms.

Between hugs and hugs, everything became relieved. All her worries, all her pain, all her concerns, all her trembling, were dissipated in his laborious embrace. All that was left was relief and joy. Suddenly, the dream of a few days ago overlapped with this moment, and there was a feeling that a dream had come true.

It's just that Zhang Zhou, who hugged her, gave up the support of the scorching night knife, but he couldn't stand on his feet anymore, staggered, and finally sat on the ground, but he didn't want to let go of her in his arms, and finally caused her to fall down together. However, after her petite figure fell with him, she just sat on her knees, but she did not receive any harm.

However, this stumbling woke her up from the dream, remembering the later development of the dream, which made her heart tighten again, and she couldn't help but subconsciously hug his body.