I don't know how long it took before Yan Chiyu slowly raised his head. Those eyes were calm, unwavering but deep like an abyss.

Although the Dragon Mirror Source is the main body of the capital, it is not limited to exploring the scope of the capital. His powerful spiritual power can even encompass the entire world.

He had never seen Yan Chiyu's expression like this, and Long Jingyuan was also stunned. He doubted that if he gave Yan Chiyu a pack of cigarettes now, he would be able to smoke a whole pack in one night.

The Night Moon Demon squinted his eyes to sort out their conversation, and he thought for a moment before he understood what they were talking about.

He pulled the clothes off his body and said, "There are three possibilities for a person's breath to disappear completely. One is that the man is dead. The second is that he completely hides his aura, but he can hide it from Mr. Long, so his strength is not powerful. The third possibility is that she disappeared from this space. ”

Long Jingyuan glanced at the Night Moon Demon who still wanted to talk, and coughed twice to signal him to silence.

"I see." Yan Chiyu walked to the windowsill, and Wu Yue hurried to the windowsill every time. A gust of wind blew in through the open window, blowing the boy's dark flesh and hair up.

The deep eyes gradually turned inky blue, like the calm and waveless sea at midnight, but under the surface of the sea, the undercurrent surged.

Yan Chiyu took a deep breath and said lightly: "Just do what you have to do, don't gather around here." ”

The Night Moon Demon and Long Jingyuan glanced at each other, and they were relieved to Yan Chiyu, after all, they were old people who had lived for so long, and whatever comforting words they said were not as good as him figuring it out and relieving it himself.

Until a large dark cloud overflows the orange-gray sky, and the glow fades; Until there was silence all around, the dark sky turned gray, and the bleak moonlight shone through the cracks, hazy and blurry, soft and light.

Yan Chiyu still maintained the posture of standing at the window, the only difference was-

The young man lowered his eyes, his thick curly eyelashes were covered, a shadow, and his blue pupils were obscured, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Tie Zhu and Cuihua were on the windowsill, looking at the ashtray full of cigarette butts on the table, and the two paper figures looked at a loss. The worst thing is the iron pillar, he wants to comfort the cuihua who was thrown by the master, and the master who does not leak out of his emotions but is obviously in a low mood to the bottom.

He was simply exhausted.

The strong smell of tobacco lingered in this place, and the young man's expression was hidden under the smoke, and it was impossible to see it really. After a while, he turned his back and leaned against the windowsill, against the moonlight, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Brother Chi Yu..."

The butter cake kneaded and slept late, and called the young man in front of the window sweetly, she got up to go to the toilet, but she didn't expect to see a statue that had been placed for a long time, and took a serious look, it turned out to be Yan Chiyu.

Yan Chiyu raised his eyelids and glanced at them casually.

He pinched his cigarette and pushed the butt into the ashtray with his backhand. When the iron pillar looked at it, there were still a few sparks in the cigarette butt, and he blew lightly, and the cigarette butt went out.

The boy waved his hand, and the smoke cleared, leaving nothing behind.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" His voice is light and mute.

Buttercake clenched his hands into fists, and he didn't have a comforting expression, but he said sincerely and firmly: "Brother Chi Yu, Sister Wuyue likes you so much, she will definitely not be willing to leave you." Just like I don't want to leave Lord Yeyue, you, don't be sad, Sister Wuyue will come back. ”

"Good. …… Thank you. Go to sleep. ”

"Uh-huh, you go to bed early, good night."

The butter cake staggered to the toilet and staggered away. The light smile on Yan Chiyu's face instantly froze, and slowly cooled and dissipated.

He turned his head and glanced at the tearful emerald flowers in the corners of his eyes, then lowered his head and muttered: "She left, only taking her own things, the things of this world, she didn't bring any of them." Forgot to take my ...... too."

"Heh, what a bad girl."