The grass firefly has a bright light and is not a fire in the end, and although the lotus dew is a pearl.

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When Janeway arrived at the door, she hesitated, but still stepped in, and the guards who escorted her followed, telling the guards what to do.

She didn't listen.

In front of me is a field of colorful lights, and those desolations of the day turn into strange excitement at night. Pale yellow and red lanterns hissed in the night wind, like unknown poisonous snakes shaking snake letters. It was late at night, but occasional frolicking or other eerie sounds could be heard.

She took another step, and the snow was accumulating, and the chill was everywhere, and she refused to go any further. After the guard finished explaining, he came over to see that she was still stunned, and pushed her over with an unceremonious palm.

In this flash, she fell heavily on the snow.

The guard didn't expect to shoot so hard, and he was a little embarrassed for a while, but his voice was still hard: "Hurry up, Lao Tzu has to hurry back to make a business." ”

Jian Wei stood up: "There is labor to lead the way." ”

The guard walked straight ahead, but his steps unconsciously slowed down: "It's a big night, it's endless." ”

Janeway followed him to a row of wooden houses in the courtyard on the left, which seemed to be some old age, and the guards blew up the fire and lit the oil lamps that had been placed at the door for an unknown amount of time.

The dim light of the fire flickered, and Janeway looked around, it was a cell-like wooden room, with only one bed, one table, and one cabinet. The climate in the Northland has always been dry, but there is an indescribable smell of mold and dampness in this house.

The guard saw her wrinkling her nose and couldn't help but smile evilly: "You have to be careful." It's ......."

Halfway through what he said, he stopped talking, turned around to go out, put his hand on the door, and turned back and added: "Hehe, don't open the door casually at night, don't say I didn't remind you." ”

Neuropathy. Jane Wei scolded secretly, but her heart involuntarily lifted.

The guard closed the door, and a cold wind blew on the door, and she couldn't help but shudder, Pucha Baolin's cloak was warm and thick, she tightened the strap, and remembered the guard's words, so she dragged the wooden table over and against the door, thinking about it, she dragged the cabinet over again.

This cabinet has been sitting for I don't know how many years, she didn't drag it even a little hard, and after taking a break, Jane Wei started to push it in the opposite direction.

This time it was light, and with a "clatter", the wooden foot of the cabinet was broken, and the cabinet leaned forward, revealing a large dark stain below, and a strong lingering fishy smell.

She was vaguely aware of what this was, and she didn't dare to confirm her thoughts, nor did she dare to move the cabinet again, so she subconsciously retreated to the door, just stepped on the foot of the cabinet, and fell to the ground.

The foot of the cabinet was broken by Qi Shengsheng, Jian Wei looked at the cut, it didn't seem to be deduced by herself, her heart moved, she went over to pick up the broken wood, the wooden foot was really broken together, the color inside was not much newer than the outside, she picked it up and knocked on the ground, it seemed to be empty.

As soon as she thought of it, she took the dagger from her boots, carefully cut it along the texture of the wood, and in a small crack in the wood, there was indeed a small paper bag inside, wrapped in oiled paper.

She raised it in confusion, and looked at it in the candle flame, nothing special. When I opened it, there was a small roll of paper inside.

Matryoshka dolls? She was about to start dismantling it again, when there was a knock at the door.

"Who?" Jian Wei instantly became alert, stuffed a roll of oiled paper into her arms, and asked with a dagger in one hand.

"I'm here to deliver the futon." A deep male voice replied.

Jian Wei breathed a sigh of relief: "You wait. ”

She took the dagger and prepared to open the door. The table was heavy, and she struggled to pull out a gap to open the wooden bolt, when she remembered the guard's strange reminder in time: Don't open the door at night.

His hand couldn't help but stagnate, and said, "Then you put it down, I'll take it myself." ”

The guard said thoughtlessly: "The girl's cloak is beautiful, but it was rewarded by Pucha Baolin?" ”

Jane Wei pondered the deep meaning of his words, he was from Pucha Baolin? Is it to repay the favor or to seek revenge? She thought of Pucha Baolin's daily life, and felt that it should be difficult to make enemies in this deep palace, so she opened her mouth with a gambling mentality: "It was Baolin who took pity on the slave and specially rewarded him." ”

"Oh," the guard's voice couldn't make out the waves, "Pauline has always been kind-hearted, and although he is humble, he also empathizes. The night was cold and the night was long, so I specially sent some bedding to the girl. ”

Jian Wei was even more relieved, so she really went to open the door bolt, and as soon as the guard worked hard, the door opened, and he really held a futon.

Janeway stepped aside, and with a slight flick from the guard, the wooden table fell to the side like a building block, and he slowly walked towards the bed.

The pace is steady, and every step is about the same distance, which is the bearing of people who practice martial arts all year round. Jian Wei was curious and asked, "Who lived here?" ”

The guard had already walked to the bedside: "It's just some prisoner women." ”

She wanted to ask about the blood stains under the cabinet, but after all, she held back, the night was already dark, and it was not appropriate to stay longer: "Thank you." ”

The guard put the quilt on the bed and whispered, "No thanks, you deserve it." His voice was low and eerie, and before Janeway could come to his senses, he had already shaken off the quilt and pulled out a long knife.

She was instantly shocked: "What are you going to do!!" ”

"Get you on your way." After he said this, he slowly turned around, his face full of murderous aura.

Jian Wei turned around and ran out, and the guard sneered, and slashed directly at him. She flickered sideways, and the wooden door had been brought shut by the strong wind.

"Who are you! Why kill me? She asked in a trembling voice as she hid behind the fallen table.

The dim candle flame was almost extinguished by the strong wind, and at this time it was rekindled as if she had woken up slowly, her face was pale, looking at the inexplicable killer in front of her, her mind was half blank and half desperate, still struggling instinctively.

The guards pressed forward step by step and said, "Go down and ask Hades." ”

When a knife fell, the wooden table broke in half, sawdust splashed everywhere, and the smell of decay came to the face.

Her whole body stiffened, and she held the dagger tightly in her hand, like a small beast in trouble, and said with the last hope: "I have no grievances with you......"

"You know too much." After saying this, he slowly raised his long knife.

Janeway finally closed her eyes in despair.

The guard's face was filled with brutal murderous intent, and he took one last look at his prey.

Between the lightning and flint, a resounding arrow broke through the window and shot straight at the back of the guard's neck, and he didn't think about it, almost instinctively returning to Ichigo, and the arrow broke in two.

Almost at the same time, the door was kicked open, Wan Yan Yong stepped in with a bow like a valiant knight, and the gentle man's whole body was full of vigorous anger, and his white clothes were better than snow, and his face was cold.