"Also...... Didn't come back. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 She sat at the silver-white dining table, her chin propped up, her back to the beautiful scenery of the brightly lit city outside the floor-to-ceiling window that had been drawn open the curtains, and stared at the closed brown door that was gilded with a silvery glow in the light. But the door was not opened until the delicacies on the table that she had worked so hard to make had dissipated its heat.

She silently lowered her eyes, turned her head to look at the cold food, and suddenly chuckled, which gradually expanded, and finally became a little crazy. But in the midst of that wild laughter, the corners of her eyes were quietly filled with tears, and she wanted to cry. When she sensed that tears were about to overflow, she suddenly stopped laughing and bit her lower lip hard, trying to hold back her tears.

Not yet...... It's not the end of the day. She cheered herself up in her heart, but the mist in the corners of her eyes condensed, and she couldn't hold back any longer, and she was about to slide down her cheeks. She bit her lower lip stubbornly, and suddenly buried her whole face in the crook of her arm resting on the dining table, letting the tears be sucked dry by the plush sleeves before they spilled out of her eyes......

For a long time, she turned her face slightly, a pair of moist eyes tried to open, without blinking, staring at the door silently, still unwilling to give up, still still waiting. It's just that the sleeves that are pressed under the side of the face have long been soaked with tears......

Little did she know that while she was waiting for him in the living room as she prepared her meal, he was standing in the somewhat old room, in front of the somewhat old desk. The pair of eyes that still hadn't faded their red light hung down, staring at the bandages that had been rolled up in the open drawer.

It was what he had used to tie to the arm that the Burning Night had attached. It was he who wanted to attract more people's attention and find the sign of his companions. And after getting acquainted with Li Ai, he took off the bandage and put it in this drawer as a memorial.

Although it is just a bandage that can be seen everywhere, although in the past six months, he has brought back many better and newer bandages from Li Ai, but where is it willing to give up after more than four years of time with him?

He stretched out his palm, grabbed it, took it apart little by little, and then took one of the ends in his palm and wrapped it around his sleeve-rolled arm, just as he had done half a year ago. Some are pious, some are solemn.

He neatly stuffed the end of the bandage into the circle of entanglements, and when he was about to call it a day, he was suddenly stunned. Speaking of which, at that time, the way he tied the bandage was not like this. He remembered that the person who would end up like this at the end was Li Ai.

Thinking of this name, his eyes froze slightly, and when he was about to think deeply, there was suddenly an inexplicable fluctuation that came from the air. He turned his head suddenly, and the murderous intent in his red eyes was suddenly vigorous, easily dispersing the thoughts that had just risen. He silently grabbed a black fire, turned his back, and left his dilapidated apartment, to the narrow alley, to the narrow alley full of darkness and killing.

He didn't see it, and when he remembered the name, there was a solemnity in the faint eyes that appeared above his head. And when the thought was dispelled, the solemnity slowly dissipated. And as he walked in the dim light, those eyes turned to glance at the apartment where she was.

seemed to notice something, and there was a bit of awe-inspiring murder in those eyes. And when this murderous opportunity appeared, Zhang Zhou, who was walking at the junction of shadows and lights, suddenly stopped his steps, and there was a little more pain and struggle in the depths of his red eyes. The faint eyes turned back, quietly staring at Zhang Zhou, who had stopped walking, as if he saw his struggling soul through his shell.

For a long time, there was a look of satisfaction in those eyes, diluting the awe-inspiring murderous intent. It's good, it's good, that's it, the more you struggle, the more perfect the sacrifice becomes...... Sure enough, being alone is not a good choice.

Well, anyway, he is in his own hands now, anyway, he has decided to use killing to catalyze, and enjoy him before the nine-tailed demon fox recovers, anyway, she has no ability to threaten the plan, anyway, even if she knows about the loophole, there is no chance to save her, so what if she doesn't care about her?

If you don't hurt her for the time being, if you use her as a bargaining chip, this guy should be a little more comfortable when he devours him, right? Perhaps, in the end, it will become the only fully integrated sacrifice in the past thousand years. Even if it doesn't turn out like this, I can use her as a catalyst at the end of the day......

Thinking like this, those faint eyes glanced at the direction where Li Ai was, and the murderous intent in his eyes quietly faded. seemed to feel that the killing intent was weakened, and the pain and struggle in the blood-red eyes also disappeared, and they returned to silence and sinking. The stagnant pace moved forward again, stepping on the light at the intersection of light and darkness, step by step, towards killing, towards death, towards the end......

Li Ai, who was still a little moist in the corner of his eyes, quietly pillowed his arms, lying on the silver-white dining table, his petite body cast an equally thin and lonely shadow in the light of the lights, and in front of the lights of thousands of homes outside the floor-to-ceiling window, he seemed so lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so fragile.

The eyes that had been staring at the locked door had closed at some point, and the eyes that had a little moisture were closed, and even the eyebrows were frowned, looking so distressing, so pitiful.

Zhang Zhou...... Zhang Zhou......" She whispered, her fingers resting on the table clenched into a ball as if she wanted to grab something. However, her babbling did not cease, but became more and more rapid, more and more painful, more and more heartbreaking, until at last it came to an abrupt end, leaving only tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes in her sleep. The clenched fingers also loosened weakly, and it was clear that she was not grasping what she wanted to hold on to in her sleep, nor did she keep the person she wanted to keep.

……

He left her after all. Everything built on lies is like a tower of quicksand, washed away by the waves, and ceases to exist. No matter how beautiful it is, no matter how intoxicating it is, in the end, it is just a delusion, a dream. She already knew that there would be such an ending, she had long known that it would be such an ending, but when everything really came, she still couldn't let go, and she still wanted to keep it.

But how can it be retained? How can she be qualified to keep her after deceiving him? She tried to grab his arm, begging him to stay by her side. But when she had the courage to stretch out her hand, all that could be held in the palm of her hand was his breath left in the wind. She leaned feebly at the lamppost, watching him drift away in the twilight, gradually walking out of her life, and from then on she became a stranger, and unconsciously, burst into tears.

She closed her eyes vigorously, as if she wanted to impress his figure deep in her own heart, never forget. However, with each carving, his figure became fainter and lighter, and in the end it became a blur...... In the end, can't she even remember him?

She opened her eyes in pain, wanting to take another look at his back, but suddenly found that the scenery in front of her had changed. Under my feet, the gentle avenue paved with tiles was replaced by a muddy earth full of black dirt; The scenery ahead also changed from the city at dusk to the shadows shrouded in darkness; Even the lamppost next to him was made of wood instead of gold and iron, and the white lantern with flickering candles hung on top was not an electric lamp......

She looked around blankly, but for a moment she didn't know where she had been. Suddenly, a wind blew, blowing her long hair and obscuring her vision. When she raised her palm and pressed down on the strand of long hair, a human figure suddenly appeared in the shadowy darkness in front of her.

She covered her mouth in some horror, but saw the man slowly raise his head and glance at where she was standing. Her eyes widened, and the pale face was reflected in the depths of her pupils.

That's Zhang Zhou! She lowered her palm covering her mouth and snorted, wanting to call his name. However, he only glanced at her indifferently, then turned around resolutely, and walked into the darkness step by step. Li Ai's unspoken call was stuck in his throat like that, and finally fell silent.

She lowered her eyes in frustration and stayed silent. Just like not so long ago in the twilight, let him go. But is this really possible? With her head lowered, she silently bit her lower lip, then slowly raised her head and followed him step by step, trying to catch up with him, and then make up for her mistakes and stay by her side......

The crowds of people in the floating world are surging, floating in the world of bright lights, deep in the drunken gold, and tasting the prosperity. Everything is so beautiful, so peaceful. As a result, the killing and fighting that filled this narrow alleyway seemed so out of place.

The red eyes reflected the dark outline, and then the knife light suddenly tore out a cloud of pitch-black splashed ink, which fell on the bluestone floor, sneering white smoke, corroding a large disgusting scar. There was a hoarse roar echoing in his ears, falling in the empty lake of his heart, but it could not stir up a trace of waves......

There was a void in the depths of those red eyes, only calm, only blank, only a faint blood-stained emptiness......

Black flames peeled off the blade, wrapping around the black creature's broken wounds, licking and licking it bit by bit, burning it to ashes alive. The arm holding the long knife shook, and its owner turned to look at the red eyes behind him.

He hung his long knife indifferently, and stepped on piles of pitch-black embers under his feet, silently waiting for the flames that wrapped around the black creature to flow back. In the silence, none of the many evil creatures waiting around stepped forward......