Shen Meng'er asked her sister to take a bath first, and walked back to her room with Yao Linghan in her arms and came to her room, there were not too many items in this room, and a simple photo was hung on the wall, which was a photo of her and her parents when she was a child, as well as a photo of her and Shen Die'er, all of which left footprints from childhood to adulthood.

A large pink bed that could sleep two or three people, and a cyan thin sword hung on the wall.

Shen Meng'er put him on his big bed, hung his windbreaker on the hanger first, and didn't take off his pants because he was shy, but gently took off his white leather shoes without stains.

When he took off his shirt, Shen Meng'er covered her mouth in surprise, there were large and small scars on Yao Linghan's upper body, and there was a slash scar about twenty centimeters long on his back.

Seeing these scars, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart, and she became more gentle with him.

She gently laid him down on her bed, gently covered him with her usual quilt, hung his sword on top of her own, and then sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked his face.

"Water... Water ......" Yao Linghan's almost inaudible voice sounded.

Shen Meng'er, who didn't hear the voice clearly, thought that Yao Linghan was about to wake up, and immediately withdrew the little hand that caressed his face.

"Water... Water ......" Yao Linghan's small voice sounded again.

This time Shen Meng'er didn't hear it, and immediately got up to pour water for Yao Linghan, but as soon as she found that there was no extra cup, she didn't want Yao Linghan to be thirsty, so she picked up her usual mug in an instant, and there was still the taste of her lips kissing on the side of the cup, took a cup of warm water and helped Yao Linghan to gently feed him water to drink.

Yao Linghan, who had finished drinking the water, returned to sleep again, and Shen Meng'er saw that he was asleep, and involuntarily stroked his head.

Yao Linghan seemed to like the feeling of stroking very much, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Meng'er exhaled, bent down and kissed Yao Linghan's face gently, and smiled a little shyly: "Thank you for spending this beautiful afternoon with me." ”

Then he stood up and walked to Shen Die'er's room.

"I'm back." Luo Yehua appeared directly in his hotel room and put the staff back into the space.

"Welcome back, how is Brother Ling Han?" Luo Yefan, who was wearing pajamas, sat cross-legged on the bed, looked at Luo Yehua who took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"I guess that's fine, and I'll give him the token too." Luo Yehua walked into the bathroom, and when he opened the bathroom door, the heat generated by the water vapor in the bathroom greeted him.

Luo Yehua took off his clothes, and then walked into the bathtub and soaked in, Luo Yehua sighed with enjoyment, thinking, "The water temperature is really good." ”

Goo-go

Luo Yehua sank his head into the water, made such a sound, and then soaked leisurely for ten minutes, and then took a shower by the way, before putting on the bathrobe prepared by the hotel and walking out.

"Yefan." Luo Yehua called.

"What's wrong, brother?" Luo Yefan asked puzzled.

Luo Yehua walked to the table in the room, then opened the space and took out some tea sets, and took out a bag of tea bags from a box, Luo Yehua opened the teapot lid, put the tea bag in, and then took the teapot Luo Yehua walked to the water dispenser in the room, took a pot of hot water, and then put the teapot on the table, and said, "I want to talk to you about yesterday, no, it should be the day before yesterday, saving Mengxuan." ”

"I see." Luo Yefan got out of bed, came to the table and sat on the sofa.

Luo Yehua smiled, put out two tea saucers, and put the teacups on the porcelain plates, and after a while, Luo Yehua took the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Luo Yefan and himself.

The amber liquid smoked from the teapot spout into the teacup, Luo Yehua took the teacup, blew off the heat of the tea, and then took a sip of the tea himself, and said to Luo Yefan: "Taste, black tea." ”

Luo Yefan picked up the teacup, took a sip of tea and said, "Why don't you usually see you drinking?" ”

Luo Yehua put down the teacup and said: "We are now one of the best among our peers, and occasionally relaxing, we can also give a hint of the progress of cultivation, and we usually drink the usual tea at home." ”

Luo Yefan continued to take a few sips before putting the teacup on the saucer and quipping: "The best ones are overtaken when they are leisurely." ”

Luo Yehua nodded and said, "Ah, that's right, that's true." ”

Luo Yefan drank the tea in his cup in two or three sips, and Luo Yehua gave him a new cup of black tea.

"Ye Fan, don't you feel scared when you kill someone for the first time?" Luo Yehua said straightforwardly.

Luo Yefan, who was about to taste black tea again, suddenly shook his body, and the tea shook out and scattered on the table.

Luo Yefan put down the teacup and shook his head and said, "I do have a sense of fear, but brother, you once told me, 'Killing evil can save many people living in tragedy, even if it is evil at the ends of the world, it must be killed!'" ”

Luo Yehua nodded and said with a smile: "What about the next sentence I said at that time?" ”

Luo Yefan replied without hesitation: "But when he killed that person, let his soul be terrified from the bottom of his heart to experience the fear of death." ”

Luo Yehua held the teacup, looked out the window, and said, "But we can't kill innocent people, for example, only those who have done a lot of evil are worthy of cutting off their heads." However, we don't know anything about this world, and all answers can only be found in the world, and my words may not be completely correct, in this world, the most trustworthy person is myself. ”

"I see, thank you for the hospitality." Luo Yefan drank the black tea in the teacup again, got up and turned around and went back to the bed to lie down.

"Haha, poor hospitality." Luo Yehua also leisurely tasted black tea, and smiled when she looked at her younger brother lying on the bed.

And after Luo Yehua drank tea leisurely for more than ten minutes, he began to clean up his tea set and was about to go to bed.

Luo Yehua, who walked to his bedside, looked at Luo Yefan, who was sleeping on the bed next to him, and thought, "It seems that he is really tired after a busy afternoon." Good night. ”

Luo Yehua, who was lying on the bed, looked in the direction of the moonlight, looked at the bright moon in the sky through the window, and his eyelids gradually became heavier, and after a while, everyone fell into a dream.

Whether it was because Shen Meng'er, who was in a daze when she went to the toilet, returned to her room, thinking that she was holding a large rag doll and was falling asleep.

And her sister Shen Die'er had already slept dead, and she didn't know that her sister, who had slept with her, had already returned to her own bed in a daze.

On the contrary, Yao Linghan always felt that he had difficulty breathing, as if he was pressed by something, but he also slept tightly, and after finding the breathing pattern, he gradually became familiar with the appearance of being hugged.

In this quiet and peaceful night, the other place is the opposite.

The blood-red sky seemed to be full of undead who had not disappeared at all, floating in the air, and no matter how you looked at it, it felt like a little gray that kept drifting back and forth.

In a valley full of necromantic breath, on a small cliff in the valley stood a group of blood-red cloaks, and the leader was a dark red cloak, and his body exuded a strong smell of blood.

No! It should be said that there is not a single person on this continent who has not had human blood on his hands.

The man at the head turned around, his gray-black pupils lifeless, and he opened his mouth in a terrifying voice: "Bring it on!" ”

And those in blood-red cloaks looked up, and their appearance was clearly displayed.

Where is this human? Under the cloak, the skeletal faces were exposed, like the abyss-like pitch-black eye holes, and the rotten flesh around the eye sockets was clearly visible, and there was a person with a half-skeletal face and a half-human face, which should be said to be a dead puppet made of human structure.

One by one, the dead puppets disappeared in an instant after receiving the order, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to the same place, and there was a person next to each dead puppet, everyone opened their eyes slightly, and there was no hope in their eyes, but their appearance was very strong, but their spirit and personality had already completely collapsed, and everyone had repeatedly catalogued the limbs of their companions who were torn off alive by these seemingly inhuman monsters, and they all looked like you were robbing each other and grabbed parts of different people to assemble their own works.

Tearing open the chest of a living human with one hand, digging out the non-stop heart that was pounding and sending it into his mouth, and running his cultivation by absorbing the boundless evil spirit breath on the continent.

Eating the most perfect and important parts of the body, then sucking the blood out of the whole body, and then assembling the rest into a piece that they feel perfect, is their daily task.

"Throw it down." The terrifying sound sounded again, and the dead puppets all moved, and the parts and structures that were incomparable to their original ones all made popping sounds to show that they were loyally carrying out the task they were doing.

"Ah!!h A man who must have looked like he must have been very strong and capable in the past suddenly let out a miserable cry, as if he had used all his strength to break free from the clutches of the dead man's puppet, and his trembling legs also suddenly exerted force, and suddenly rushed to the rich mountain ground opposite the steep cliff.

Without waiting for the master's order, the dead puppet who had lost its prey seemed to be chasing back its prey, and suddenly ran towards the prey that resisted and fled, and appeared behind the man in an instant, the dead puppet stretched out his right hand, which was completely unrotten, and tore the part behind him with the sharp part of his hand bone, and then returned to its original position again with the heavily injured prey.

The dying man seemed to accept his fate, and suddenly his personality collapsed like everyone else, shaking madly, and hot blood flowed from his back.

As if it was smelling of blood, the whole valley trembled, and suddenly a huge demonic beast with five or six heads suddenly stretched out a neck longer than a python from the abyss-like underground valley, with uneven and irregular scales on the outside, purple vertical pupils in the huge blood-red eyes, and a huge spike-like orange crystal protruding from the top of the head.

Only the neck and head were very large, and in front of the monsters in the blood-red cloaks, they were like ants, and they could easily be obliterated.

Five or six heads let out a strong roar at the leader, and the leader and his dead puppet were blown off the cloak covering their heads by the hurricane produced by this roar, and the face of the leader was significantly very young, with long black bangs, and a little handsome appearance, but the appearance exuded a very terrifying aura, and the gray-black eyes had no vitality, just full of dead gray-black.

The man waved his hand lightly at those who had been brought up, and the dead puppets with their skulls exposed let go of their claws, their hands slightly raised, and their fingers trembled from time to time. All of a sudden, the lifeless ones stood up and jumped off the edge of the steep cliff.

And the beast went into a rage, its head snapping towards the people who had fallen off the cliff, and to their surprise they were able to bite their legs and throw them into the sky to devour without breaking them.

There was no bloody scene, only the sound of chewed bones, and when they swallowed the food, they opened their mouths again, and there were still meat residues between their teeth, and there were still broken arms and legs that had not rotted in some of the larger teeth.

These people are all poor people who have the strength to come to the Evil Spirit Continent, and their companions have been made into puppets of the dead, and they themselves are fed to the holy beasts of the sect they have given them.

The people who can come here to carry out the mission are at least three-quarters of the level of cultivation beyond the level of perfection, and the victims who are rich in cultivation and powerful will only be left until the end to be fed by the holy beasts of their clan as nutrients for the holy beasts.

"Huh... Ha... Ha...... "The only living person on the scene let out a weird laugh" In a few years, the Ghost Skull Sect will avenge the blood feud and make you all the most perfect art... Ha... Ha..."This strange laughter sounds very lonely and miserable, as if abandoned by the world but can only live in the shadows, once it is detected by others, it looks like it is eliminated like a maggot, and it can only survive alone in the world.

In an instant, laughter echoed in the valley full of bones, no, it should be a mass grave formed by the main battlefield of the battle between the holy and evil in ancient mythology.