In this world, only Xiao Xizi is with her, and now that he is gone, what should she do?

In the panic, she saw the autumn mood that was looking at her fixedly, and immediately became vigilant, glared at her and asked coldly, "Who are you?" How do you know Kiko? ”

Qiu Yinong was just about to speak, but she suddenly heard another noisy sound mixed in the storm.

It's like the sound of raindrops crashing on an umbrella without stopping.

"Shhhh

Qiu Yinong pressed a hand to her lips, made a booing sound, and tilted her ears to listen carefully.

Bai Chan's face turned extremely pale all of a sudden.

He muttered distractedly: "It's him who came, it must be him." ”

The great fear made her very uneasy, and her body writhed but there was nowhere to escape.

Qiu Yinong guessed from her reflection who was coming.

Now, if you go out, you're bound to meet someone, what should I do?

couldn't care so much, Qiu Yinong made a quick decision, and pulled Bai Chan to hide in the wardrobe placed in the white gauze tent.

The wardrobe also hung with the clothes worn by Zhao Zishi before his death, which were well protected.

They hid behind the clothes, and sat with their bodies crossed between the coverings, so careful that they did not dare to make a sound.

The wardrobe with double doors is not very close together, leaving a small gap.

Autumn opened the clothes in front of her and quietly looked out through the gap in the closet.

The first thing that catches your eye is a white palace lamp, and the lampshade is depicted with landscape ink lotus, which is elegant and infinite, making the light of the palace lantern become more and more dim.

The man was dressed in black, holding an umbrella and carrying a palace lamp.

His back straightened and he threw the oil-paper umbrella aside, and the palace lamp hung on the lamppost, illuminating the hall in a blurry and drowsy light.

His back, in the shadow of the lamp, is extraordinarily cold, like a Shura who comes from hell with a lantern, dressed in black, this man, all year round, is moody and quiet.

It's just that in this palace, in front of Zhao Zishi's ice coffin, is a madman with joy and anger.

Qiu Yinong felt Bai Chan trembling beside him.

She was scared of this person.

Qiu Yinong held Bai Chan's hand and secretly comforted her to calm down, if Bai Chan accidentally made a move, then the two of them would fall into a situation from which they could never recover.

They are now on the edge of a cliff.

Warlord stood there with a closet door, and if he took a step forward and stretched out his hand, he could pull them out.

Qiu Yinong felt that perhaps, in this life, she would not be as wide as she is now, she opened her eyes, did not dare to blink, and looked at the man through the gap steadily.

Warlord stood straight in front of the ice coffin.

Looking at it from the angle of autumn, you can see the cold and smooth side face line of the man, outlined from the jaw, like a knife and an axe.

He quietly looked at the sleeping man in the ice coffin, the cold and hard silhouette gradually becoming eerie and terrifying, twisted and hideous like a devil.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and pulled out the whip he had placed there from a jade pillar near the bed.

The whip was raised violently and slammed heavily on the ice coffin.

There was a loud crackling sound.

Bai Chan closed his eyes in fright, and moved closer to Qiu Yinong's side, but he closed his mouth tightly, and he didn't dare to make a sound at all.

Qiu's face was also pale and bloodless.

ps：

Friends, unconsciously, do you want me to whip you with a small whip before you are willing to hand over the recommendation votes and rewards?

o(n_n)o haha~