Xiran chose a more comfortable inn to live in, entered the room, locked the door bolt, and then went to bed a little distractedly, full of the figure just now. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I remember that when I was in the Forest of Ten Thousand Corpses, when the two senior brothers left, Senior Brother Hao Lian Wuchen said that he himself was from the Immortal Realm, and the Second Senior Brother Xi Qiushui might be from the Demon Realm, because the Second Senior Brother's enchantment technique was very powerful, and the Second Senior Brother still knew a lot of exercises, only the Demon Realm had exercises, so would it be the Second Senior Brother who was sitting on Jairus just now?

Annoying, annoying, really annoying, what happened recently, really annoyed me, too many things to do, but only found the daily ring, but lost the person I wanted to help, and now I found someone who looks like a senior brother, I can really be passive.

"Dangdang, miss, there is a letter for you, I have left it at the door, you will take it in a moment."

There were three knocks on the door, and then the inn's junior speaks.

Letter? If you are not familiar with life in this demon world, who will believe in you?

With a puzzled face, Yuran got up and walked to the door, opened the door, and picked up the letter on the ground; There are five large letters on the envelope

"Miss Mu personally opened".

Miss Mu:

If you want to see the old man, Wuli Pavilion in the west of the city, you will not see it.

In just one sentence, there was not even a payment, and Xi Ran was not sure whether the old man in this letter was Xi Qiushui.

But one thing is for sure, the person who wrote the letter must not be Xi Qiushui, because the senior brother will only call himself Little Sister Aran, and will never call himself Miss Mu so unfamiliarly, so who is the person who wrote the letter? Who will he be talking about?

After tidying up his clothes, Xiran left the inn full of doubts, and according to the map given on the envelope, Xiran quickly found the location of the Wuli Pavilion in the west of the city.

I didn't expect that there is such a beautiful place in the demon world, yes, what catches my eye is a large peach blossom forest, an elegant octagonal pavilion is in the middle of the peach forest, now the peach blossoms are full of fragrance, and the petals in the sky are flying with the wind.

Ding Ling Ding Ling.

Every step of the night, the bell on the foot will ring softly, this ghost chain has only sounded when I see the night of the netherworld, since leaving the underworld and coming to the demon world, the ghost chain on the foot has not been ringing, why is there an inexplicable sound at this moment?

The small jade feet stepped silently on the grass of the peach forest, and Xi Ran looked at the empty Wuli Pavilion in front of him, and he didn't know what he was looking forward to, there was no one there.

"Hasn't anyone arrived yet?"

Yuzen persuaded her little self in her heart and found a reasonable excuse for herself to stay.

The wind was still blowing, but the original soft feeling was gone, and suddenly it was bigger, and the petals in full bloom in the peach blossom forest were in full bloom, and suddenly it rained petals.

Under the illumination of the purple sun, the pink petal rain in the sky made the entire Wuli Pavilion surrounded by a strong fragrance of peach blossoms.

The petals rained for a long time, and finally calmed down, and the already bare branches were covered with greenery;

Xiran looked at the Wuli Pavilion suddenly, and saw that in the Wuli Pavilion, which was still empty and unoccupied, a tall man in black stood proudly, he had his back to her, and all Xiran could see was the black hair like a waterfall and the black robe.

Ding Ling Ding Ling,

One step at a time, two steps and three steps, Yudye slowly, little by little, approached the pavilion.

Yuzome never felt that the distance of three steps was so far away.

She stood three steps away from the back of the man in black, staring at the familiar but unfamiliar back.

The man turned slowly.

What kind of face is that, if you take off a man's dress and put on a woman's clothes, it is a peerless beauty who captivates the country and the city, and on the beautiful face of the male and female, there is a pair of cold and bloodthirsty red eyes, with a deep melancholy in the eyes, extremely contradictory, but complementing each other.

A black hair is unrestrained, the black robe is meticulously worn on the body, and the beautiful handsome face, with the extreme black, forms a strong visual impact.

He, not Xi Qiushui, but it seems to be Xi Qiushui, Xiran is messy, she doesn't know how to speak, so she has to look at the man in a daze, and the sudden pain in her jaw woke up Xiran in the fog.

I saw the man's slender and white right hand, pinching his chin and raising his little face, and he was looking at her carefully, with a lot of emotions flashing in his eyes, some inquiring, confused, some annoyed, and angry and excited.

A variety of emotions flashed through the bloody eyes, and then calmed down, restoring the original sadness in the bloody eyes.

"Please let me go."

Yuran frowned and said uncomfortably.

The man was silent, but the force in his hand was lighter, and then he withdrew.

There was an atmosphere called silence between the two, which quickly filled the entire pavilion, making people feel a sense of oppressive suffocation.

The wind blew, driving their clothes, and their hair swayed with the wind, but Yuran saw the thing that should not have appeared on the man in front of him, the totem that was exactly the same as Xi Qiushui's body.

Yuran's eyes widened, and she subconsciously stretched out her hand and covered the neck of the man in black, which was a blood-colored and bewitching manzhu sawa that snaked down the root of her ear and covered the entire side of her neck.

If it weren't for the gust of wind just now, blowing up the black hair that he was scattered around his neck, she would never have found this totem, her tears were hazy, looking at the beautiful man with a sense of familiarity in the strangeness in front of her, a feeling of finally seeing her relatives, permeating the entire heart.

She threw herself into his arms without any scruples, hugged his waist tightly, buried her head deep in his arms, tears drenching his black robe.

The man's good-looking eyebrows were furrowed, and his face was dazed, but he didn't push her away after all, just stood so quietly, letting her cry in his arms like a child, and the place of his heart hurt inexplicably.