After the fourth watch at night, the cold is thick. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Dou Xin pinched the silver bracelet, unable to stop trembling, and there seemed to be a trace of blood in the air. Since leaving the inn, the nightmare has become more and more real every time, and Dou Xin even suspects that he has personally experienced the catastrophe, so he can see the subtleties in the dream. The vicissitudes of life and strangeness in the costume there, the childish face of the master are thin and small, and they are very different from the image in Dou Xin's memory. Brother Du? Brother Du in front of him, is that true? In everyone's dreams that were different from what they remembered, the concern and loss in Brother Du's eyes before he fell down were particularly abrupt. With a look of déjà vu, Dou Xin searched his mind and couldn't figure out where he had seen it.

Guanlan Jun was awake, silently waiting for the cold sweat on Dou Xin's body to fade. Until Dou Xin woke up, Guanlan Jun didn't feel that what was happening in front of him was actually a dream. Arrow rain, witch soldiers, teachers and nephews, they all appeared on that day so really, the difference from that time is that in front of the arrow rain in the dream is Du Yuan a thousand years later, and she is changed to the place where she is after the meat shield. Everyone in the world thinks that it was a catastrophe thousands of years ago, but for themselves, it is a memory that happened the day before yesterday. The pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, bones, and flesh grinding is still clear and abnormal. A dream for no reason, a thousand years have passed. A person who was once alive in front of him has been hidden in a legend that is true or false in an instant, including her. The bits and pieces of the slope are buried in the depths of memory together with the pain of the bones, and they will never be turned out again. Before her long sleep, she promised to be reunited. Now that he has borrowed his life, where is she? Will she still recognize the face he is holding? Acacia is the most shadowless, Guanlan Jun sighed secretly, but he didn't know that the hidden memories of people had quietly emerged.

While Dou Xin was thinking, a stunning woman suddenly popped up in his mind, as if she was standing in the forest, caressing a big bird with white feathers and black feet. "The silly girl in Baixi Village? How did you remember her? Dou Xin was distracted, remembering what happened in Whitefly Peak a few days ago, and suddenly remembered the strange insects that were secretly hiding. Dou Xin was only touched by the strange insect, and his neck was already in a mess, and he was weak for the next few days. What is the use of that monster worm? Could it be that there are still some old people in this deserted inn, who need this strange insect dozens of miles away? However, Dou Xin also walked around this inn for a few days, and he didn't see any bald monks.

In the quiet of the night, there was a sudden sound of the door being closed, coming from a room. Dou Xin changed his clothes and decided to inform Du Yuan about Du Yuan's trip tonight, and then asked for an idea, whether to go or stay. Dou Xin quickly packed up the bed, wrapped the things that belonged to him in the room, stuffed them under the bed, and simply covered them with an idle wooden board behind the bed. Dou Xin had seen it on the day he moved in, and most of the furnishings in the house were similar to those in the inn, but they were simpler. Dou Xin restored the dishes on the table to their original state, the stool in front of the table, and the curtains on the bed all returned to their original appearance. After a while, except for the baggage under the bed, there was no sign of anyone living in the whole room.

The moonlight faded, and only a few faint branches remained in the shadows of the trees reflected in the paper windows. Dou Xin pushed the door, his eyes unintentionally glancing over the window. "Wait a moment before you go out." Guanlan Jun Road.

"How?" Dou Xin said softly.

"Look at the shadows of the trees in the two windows." Guanlan Jun said quietly, Dou Xin's heart trembled slightly.

Dou Xin stared at it for a long time, and suddenly saw a branch disappearing, and then a dark shadow passed in front of the window. Dou Xin was suddenly shocked and took a few steps back, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, so that he didn't exclaim.

"Someone on top of the promenade just now? How do you see it! Dou Xin heard that there was no movement outside before asking.

"Go open the door." Guanlan Jun said, "He's at the door." ”

Dou Xin moved the letter to the door, and clearly saw the shadow of a human figure printed on the door, and his heart shook violently. "One, is that you?" Dou Xin gently opened the door, looked around for a moment, and quickly squeezed in from Dou Xin's side.

"When did General Du leave?" A handful of Dou Xin pushed through the door, turned around and gently closed the door.

Dou Xin pinched his fingers and calculated, and said, "Before and after." ”

There was no light in the room, and Dou Xin couldn't see what the expression was on his face, so he only sighed softly after listening to the silence for a long time. "Miss Xin, has Guanlan-kun ever woken up?"

Dou Xin was stunned, and silently asked Guanlan Jun if he should tell the truth, but he didn't get a response. As soon as he saw Dou Xin hesitate, he had a distinction in his heart. "Amitabha, alas! Why don't the girl escape here with General Du. ”

"If I don't run away, will I die here?" Dou Xin looked straight at the shadows of the trees outside the window, and his voice was cold.

One didn't answer, only said Amitabha Buddha slightly. "Tomorrow, the people of Chengtian Pavilion will arrive, Lord Qi can't wait for the people of Kuzen Mountain, how long can you protect yourself? Now pack your bags, the little monk is still sixty percent sure to take you away. After dawn, the little monk couldn't even keep Sancheng's grasp. ”

"How far is Tianlan Mountain?" Dou Xin glanced at the bottom of the bed and asked.

"Miss Xin, remember that it is Tianshan Mountain, and it must not be called Tianlan Mountain in the future. At most, it is only half a month's journey. Even if Erjun really lives in seclusion on the mountain, with the temperament of Yishanjun, he may not appear. Moreover, the sinister little monk said no more about this way. He turned his head to the window, and looked at the shadows of the trees blown by the wind, and in the middle of it flew a carrier pigeon, in the direction of the atrium Guining, the fifth carrier pigeon of the night, and there was no time to intercept it.

Thinking that a group of crazy people in the hall had already approached him that day, Dou Xin unconsciously felt a chill down his spine. "Where is the slope of Lu'er?" Dou Xin forced a cold tone and asked nonchalantly. The stretching red bean forest, the bright red acacia beans, every time you fall into a dream, it will bring indescribable warmth. That quiet time must be what he misses the most, even if he can't see his former home, Tianlan Palace, at least let him see the acacia forest. Dou Xin thought secretly, a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"The little monk has never heard of this place, I am afraid that it is an ancient place thousands of years ago, and it is nowhere to be found." After thinking about it, he shook his head.

Dou Xin wanted to ask again, but heard several strange and shrill birdsong in the air. hurriedly pushed Dou Xin under the table and said in a low voice: "I'll come back in an hour, no matter what movement is outside, don't come out." ”

Before Dou Xin could ask the reason, he closed the door and rushed into the night. From a rare panic, it was not difficult for Dou Xin to guess that this birdsong disrupted Yi's plan. Even if he came back an hour later, the two of them might not be able to get out of the way.

Dou Xin poked his head out from under the table and saw six or seven people running in front of the window, and their shadows reflected in the window were purple, and they should have been the same group of people who attacked him that day. These people were in a hurry, and Dou Xin took advantage of their distance to sneak through the crack in the window, and they ran into the longest corridor, all the way to the south. The post soldiers in the inn heard the unusual movement, and ran around in groups with torches.

Dou Xin sat cross-legged under the table, lifted the corner of the tablecloth, looked at the messy torches dangling in front of the window, and showed a dead expression on his face, only his brows slightly disturbed by the sharp sound of swords colliding outside the window. At this moment, it was as if the night was pierced by the Guanlan sword, silently counting the state of mind of the water droplets. The accumulation of numbers in his mouth proves the passage of time, and in addition, he is a child who has been thrown out of the world, and has nothing to do with the strange world. If it is pious enough, that heaven and earth may remember its existence and pull itself back again. Last time, it was the Guanlan Sword that woke up unexpectedly in the endless despair. This time, Dou Xin was a little secretly happy, this time she was finally not abandoned, and she still had a hope to look forward to.

Sticky blood slowly trickled down the lattice, and the man's head slid off the white paper, drawing an ugly stroke on the window. Dou Xin pulled down the tablecloth and looked coldly ahead, as if he could see through the tablecloth. The soldier with bloody hands shook the door of Dou Xin's house, completely oblivious to the butcher's knife wrapped in the purple shirt behind him. Dou Xin listened to the muffled sound of the sharp blade cutting through the flesh outside the door, and imagined the hellish situation outside the door in his mind. Blood seeped through the crack in the door, and the smell spread throughout the room. Dou Xin took a deep breath, greedily catching the smell of blood in the air. "That's how it feels." Dou Xin closed his eyes, trying to remember the nightmare he had just woken up.

"Don't think about it anymore." Guanlan Jun said angrily, "This row of guest rooms, only yours is locked, they will try their best to break in." Lean the table against the door! There is less than half an hour left, and we must drag it until the monk comes back! ”

As soon as the words fell, the iron lock fell to the ground, and the man in purple rushed in. Dou Xin firmly grasped the ground with both hands, biting his lip with his teeth, not daring to make a sound. Dou Xin's heart had forgotten its normal beat, and would only twitch perfunctorily, bringing a wave of dizziness with each twitch. Black boots studded with gold thread slowly approached the table, and a purple trench coat dragged on the floor. Dou Xin's face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat slowly gathered into wisps and left from the corners of his forehead.

The footsteps grew cluttered, and there was more than one person in the room. They kept moving and turning, and for the moment they didn't hear the sound of trembling breathing under the table. "Bang!" The plank under the bed was kicked open, and Dou Xin was so frightened that he almost fainted. She lowered her entire body as low as she could, almost entirely on the ground. After this sound, the pair of golden silk boots gradually walked away from Dou Xin's sight.

"Bitter Zen. He actually came back. Dou Xin heard his burden being thrown on the ground, and the hunter's dart also fell to the ground, making a "ding" sound.

"This is ......" The man in purple picked up the dart and rubbed the lotus veins on the dart.

Dou Xin pricked up his ears and listened to the next sentence of the man in purple, would he also know the dart and "Dou Wuling"?

"When we came in just now, it was as if the furnishings had been deliberately arranged, there was no dust on the table, and the door was locked. Also, there was one chopstick missing from the table. He's erasing the traces of someone living in the house. Hmph, he's still in the house. The two men in purple looked around, searched under the bed and the cabinet, and then gathered their eyes under the table.

The thin body under the table couldn't stop trembling, and his mind was in a state of confusion, and he couldn't hear the approaching footsteps clearly. Infinite fear gathered, wails bursting from under the table. Without warning, the shrill female voice turned into an eerie male voice, one soul falling asleep in terror, the other taking control of the entire body.

"It's not easy to live. If you don't offend me, I won't offend you. The man in purple widened his eyes and listened to the powerful voice of his daughter crawling out of his throat under the table. She didn't have the physical appearance of a man, she didn't have a shadow, her cold eyes were staring at her, there was no fear in her eyes, only a flash of compassion.