Zhang Zhou leaned against the corner of the street outside the school gate, pillowing his arms, staring at the sky dyed red by the sunset, but the corner of his eyes kept shrouding the school gate, waiting for the figure of that person to appear in his field of vision. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Li Ai straightened the strap of his schoolbag, and when he slowly walked down the stairs shrouded in darkness, he raised his eyes as if inadvertently, and glanced out along the hole in the wall, and what greeted him was a golden world. She paused silently, looked in a certain direction, and as expected, saw the figure of someone.

She silently withdrew her gaze, staring down the staircase beneath her feet as the mottled shadows of the glow shining through the hole in the wall. In the dim light and shadow, the corners of her mouth seemed to be slightly curved, blurring in the outline of light and darkness.

The people in the school were almost gone, and the square was very lonely because of the golden sunset. She strolled through the lonely square, slowly approaching the iron gate, which was also gilded with a layer of golden light.

She paused before stepping out the door. After glancing up at the place where the man was hiding, she stepped through the shadow cast on the ground by the iron gate, and slowly walked away along the way home.

At the same time, Zhang Zhou, who was hidden behind the street corner, withdrew his gaze to the sky, let go of his arms that were pillowed behind his neck, and after looking at her back, he bent his knees and kicked on the wall that was also dyed gold, and stood up straight.

After glaring at her, he withdrew his gaze, lifted the bag at his feet, and in a few steps, stepped out of the place illuminated by the golden glow and into the shadows it could not reach. At this moment, she walked on the path of light, and he departed from the light, trapped in darkness.

His eyes looked very dark in the darkness, which made him better hidden in the darkness, as if he belonged to this darkness. Only when he looks at her from afar, his eyes will become very bright, and only when he looks at her from afar, will he stand in the light.

He hurried forward in the shadows, and finally ran, and the center of his eyebrows covered by his bangs suddenly lit up, but it was he who suddenly opened the six-pointed star barrier, completely covering his figure, and disappeared from the world's vision. At the same time, his left arm trembled slightly, and a long black knife pierced out of it, and then fell into his trembling left hand, the blade pointed diagonally at the ground, and followed him as he slashed, cutting through the cold wind.

She stopped suddenly, turned her head to stare in the direction where he had stayed, then lowered her eyes, turned her feet, and entered a drugstore by the side of the road, and under the bright white light, she passed through row after row of shelves, and stood in front of a row of shelves, and reached out to remove a large roll of bandages. The white fingertips gently rubbed the surface of the somewhat rough bandage a few times, and then put it back in place dissatisfied. Instead, he picked up another roll of bandage and rubbed it again......

She was choosing, trying to pick out a more delicate volume from it. After a few moments of picking out a roll of bandages, she turned her eyes to another row of shelves. On top of that, there were rows of red potions in transparent bottles.

She stepped forward and grabbed the bottlenecks of the vials, holding them diagonally upward, pointing the uncovered side directly overhead at the white light, intently observing the state of the potion contained in it. She shook the bottle slightly, then stared at the liquid that fluctuated in it. Satisfied that she didn't see any impurities, she placed it with the chosen roll of bandages......

She's picking out what he's going to use to treat his wounds. Every time he went to her, he looked scarred. Treating a wound on his body often consumes a large roll of bandages and a large amount of antiseptic medicine.

She knew he could use that power to heal his injuries, and he knew she knew he didn't really need to be dealt with like that. But he didn't mention it, and she didn't expose it. They have a tacit understanding to choose to forget about it.

In half a year, she treated dozens of wounds for him. Just buying these wound bandaging items will cost her thousands of dollars a month. But she was quite happy with it, and didn't seem to think it was a waste at all.

After spending ten minutes carefully selecting a pile of items for treating wounds, Li Ai picked them up and placed them on the counter. After paying for the bag, she took the bag and stepped out of the pharmacy door, standing on the street that was darker than when she entered, and after looking up at the neon lights that were gradually brightening, she lowered her eyes and walked briskly in the direction of the apartment where she lived.

And when she walked out of the door of the pharmacy, Zhang Zhou had already burst into the crack in the narrow alley that had fluctuated violently, and hit a pitch-black evil creature like an ancient tyrannosaurus. It let out a roar, spit out a corrosive breath, turned its head and rushed towards the direction of Zhang Zhou, who had just calmed down from the backlash of the collision.

Zhang Zhou snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked the bag at his feet. He thought that if he put it here, it would not be affected, but he still underestimated the power of this evil thing. He lowered his blade and rushed forward, colliding with the pitch-black creature again.

The blades collided with the claws, bursting into a cloud of sparks. This hard-hitting collision made Zhang Zhou suffer a loss again. His eyes became colder, and after the relay jumped away, he grabbed a pitch-black flame with his backhand and swiped it on the blade, covering it over the blade.

The moment this flame appeared, the evil creature forced Zhang Zhou's feet suddenly, and there was a little more jealousy in those scarlet, only tyrannical desire to destroy, which made it stop its pace and temporarily restrain its desire to destroy. But this restraint did not last long, and was completely destroyed in its tyrannical roar.

Zhang Zhou crossed the blade and slapped the diamond-shaped spar he had taken out from between his waist and ribs into the hollow of the hilt, and then roared angrily, and rushed forward against the evil creature again, fighting with his life......

Dozens of minutes later, Zhang Zhou walked out of the narrow alley with a bloody wound. Behind him, the evil creature had crumbled into a cloud of pitch-black embers, mixed with his dripping blood, silently lying in the narrow alley. Instantly, when he turned and disappeared out of the alley, he sank into the stony ground.

The Xiu eyes in Zhang Zhou's right eyes were a little cold, he didn't perceive what was happening in the alley, but hung his head silently, thinking about something.

He always felt that something was wrong, the guy Zhang Zhou had just killed was not the same existence as the one who had touched the Imprisonment Rune this morning. Although his strength had plummeted, and his influence on the other twelve powers was still very small, after comparing the aura transmitted through the Imprisonment Rune with this evil thing, it was completely inconsistent.

Moreover, the monster did not give him the same intense throbbing sensation as it had in the morning. In addition, he felt a little familiarity in that breath. It seems that he had been exposed to such an aura a long time ago.

When was that? Xiu was a little confused. The aura transmitted through the imprisoning rune was too faint, and the memory was a little blurry. He couldn't remember, so he shook his head, stopped remembering, closed his eyes, and thought of other ways.

Time is of the essence. He had to find a practical way to save the boy in the limited time he had......

Zhang Zhou also felt that something was wrong. This evil creature was not strong enough to shake the Imprisonment Rune so violently. But this doubt only lasted for a while, and then it inexplicably faded. In his body, a crystal bead lit up slightly, and then fell silent.

The sparkle in his eyes dimmed, as if he had lost his mind, and he moved his steps almost unconsciously. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and looked at an apartment not far from him. But he suddenly laughed, "It's really ......"

"I was just distracted for a while, and I actually came here." He chuckled softly and lowered his eyes to look at the wounds on his body, "It seems that this is already a habit." After all, it's really time to go to her today. He shook his head and walked towards the apartment. But he left the inexplicable distraction just now, and treated it as a distraction.

In the apartment, inside Li Ai's residence.

Li Ai, wearing a linen-colored apron, turned off the fire on the stove, carefully poured the soup from the clay pot wrapped in a wet handkerchief into a large bowl on the side, put it in the warming cabinet next to it, and put it together with several other dishes.

She untied her apron, hung it on a hook beside her, washed her hands in warm water, and pulled it over her apron to dry. Then Shi Shiran walked out of the kitchen, but went to the sofa near the entrance. She took off her slippers, rested her little gray socks on the edge of the couch, folded her knees in the soft pillows, and watched the door, waiting for it to knock.

After all, he should come over today.

It didn't take long for a knock on the door beside her. She stood up, then slowly opened the door.

Inside the door, there was a slight tremor in the hand that hung at her side; Outside the door, his breathing, which he had tried to calm down, suddenly became a little disturbed.

When the door was fully opened, they looked away at each other, but at the same time.

After a stalemate like this for a while, Li Ai silently retreated and made a way. "Come in, you're covered in blood, and standing outside all the time could be misleading."

"Hmm." Zhang Zhou answered, raised his feet a little stiffly, and walked into the somewhat familiar entrance.