A loud bang rang in my ears, and even the ground began to shake slightly, and finally stopped, and a heavy rain made a gurgling sound as if it were falling from the sky. The wind also accompanied the heavy rain and roared in the rain.

Min Lian grabbed Fu Mo's hand slightly, as if she was afraid or something she didn't say anything all the way, and came to the door of the room in silence.

The curtains are closed, so the room is pitch black. Fu Mo shone the flashlight into the room, illuminated the room with the light of the flashlight, found the switch of the light and pressed the switch, but there was no response.

She thought about pulling the curtains to let the light in, but found that Min Lian didn't know when to let go of her hand and walk to the window.

Min Lian pulled the curtains open, and the light from the outside penetrated to illuminate the general outline of the room, and her expressionless face was a little pale by the flash of thunder outside.

Min Lian didn't know if it was the dark night or if she was afraid of being alone.

"Leave the mountain, it's not early, it's time to sleep." Fu Mo's voice sounded from behind him, always so gentle and calm, and always with a gentle smile on his face. The man by the window seemed to be shouting to himself without reacting, and after looking at it for a while, he replied in hindsight

"Got it."

Turned around and lay down on the bed and put the sheet over his body. Because it was summer, I didn't cover the quilt in the hot morning when it was hot, but just covered myself with a thin sheet.

"Lishan, I remember that you used to be afraid of the dark and often asked me to sleep with you." Fu Moping lay on the left side of the bed and whispered.

It's been a long time since I've been like this, and I've slept with her like this.

Fu Mo's breathing gradually stabilized, and he was probably asleep. The mildness on his face faded away, leaving only a calm countenance and a vague indifference.

When she held Fumo's hand just now, she only felt that her hand was cold, but there was a smile on her face. Now even the face is cold and cold, and it is even more difficult to see.

Forget it, don't think about sleeping so much.

Min Lian's body was originally facing Fu Mo, but now he turned around and looked out the window sideways.

Listening to the sound of rain outside, it was obviously rhythmless. She listened to the irregular sound of the rain and the occasional thunder, and gradually relaxed

With the sound of the rain and the thunder from time to time, he slowly closed his eyes, perhaps because of the high tension and tension of his nerves before, and now when he relaxed, his eyelids seemed to be attached to it, and he couldn't lift them, and he fell asleep soon after.

The morning rain drifted in the gloomy sky, like a thread from the sky, falling from the thick clouds through the vast sky and falling to the ground. With the occasional tick-tock and dripping rain, it seems to be playing a gentle tune.

There was a man in a black robe standing by the window looking at the sleeping people in the room.

How long has it been since that farewell, Yuzhou can't remember.

It's been 1000 years...

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Min Lian woke up at noon, and when she woke up, she saw that the sun outside had reached the center, and the sunlight was also very dazzling.

To be precise, she didn't wake up naturally, she was woken up by heat.

Turning to look at the place where Fu Mo was lying, he didn't know when he had left the room. The door was closed, and it should have been closed when I left.

Sitting up from the bed, the whole person seemed to be a lot taller, stretched his waist, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at the time, it was already one o'clock at noon.

I found that I seemed to be a lot taller, my vision was broader, and my height hadn't changed much since I entered junior high school, which made her a little happy.

His eyes looked around blankly for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. Slowly squatted down and leaned his head on the edge of the bed, groped under the bed with his hand, and took out a straight knife with a black body and white edge from under the bed.

The handle is pure black, the scabbard is black and white, and there is no decoration on the whole knife.

The blade was pulled out of its black scabbard, and the blade was silvery-white, brightly refracted as if it were glowing. The end looks like it has been cut, and it is very sharp.

Lishan held the hilt of the knife and tried to swing it a few times. The knife was not made of ordinary materials, and as she swung the air, it made several loud noises as if it had been slashed open. Something swung out with her swing, and everything around her shook slightly.

I've never seen it so excited before, but now it's like a drug.

Min Lian complained silently in his heart.

When the knife was pulled out of its scabbard, the fierce aura on its body seemed to be about to turn into substance, as terrifying as the thick bloody aura.

But in Min Lian's hands, she is unusually well-behaved, and she waves any trick.

"Snowflakes." She looked at the knife and called softly, as if in response to her general knife wound, which trembled slightly and made a slight noise.

The name Xuehua is the name given to it by the previous owner of the knife, and when she first held it in her hand, she was very arrogant, deliberately making herself very heavy and making it difficult for her to hold it.

Later, I didn't know how to be obedient, and I deliberately made myself very light and convenient for her to hold.

Hopefully it won't be useful one day.

As Min Lian withdrew the knife and put it back in the scabbard, the fierce aura on the knife also disappeared. It became like she was quiet at the moment, and she had no sense of existence, which was easy to ignore.

After fumbling under the bed for a while, she took out a long, thin black sword pouch from under the bed that she had used to hold the knife, put the snowflake in it, and hung it beside her. I turned off my mobile phone and slowly got up and walked to the door on the first floor to breathe.

There was not a trace of impurities in the blue sky outside, and the wind blew across her cheeks, and she was in a very happy mood for a while. But as the bloody aura that came gradually filled the air, it became thicker and thicker, and it seemed that something was approaching here.

She looked up, and a snow-white behemoth fell from the sky and landed in the field next to her.

It has snow-like white hair and no scales. For some reason, there were dense scars on his body, as if they had been cut out, and the deepest one was about ten centimeters deep. Blood flowed down its body, staining the surrounding fields red.

It is about ten meters long, and its huge body of two or three meters occupies most of the field, with a head like a horse's head, but it has antlers like a deer and a body like a snake......

It seems to be a dragon, it seems to have some familiarity, and the dragon that watched her from the window yesterday may seem to be ......

Same article.

(⊙o⊙) fate~

The dragon didn't know whether it was dead or alive, the huge dragon head moved slightly, with amber eyes and snake-like slender black pupils, and slowly opened to look at her.

Didn't its eyes be blue-yellow yesterday?

Staying where he was for a while, he silently shrank behind the door, closed the door, locked the door, and planned to close the window, but remembered that the window was originally closed.

She coaxed.

Man does not live to die.

The author has something to say:

Ah Ming's knife is called Xuehua, and it is a straight knife, about the same size as a sword, but more slender. The peak of the knife is diagonally upward.

Not a machete.

And the snowflake is a knife with more personality. is very arrogant, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard but very cowardly, and sometimes playing tricks on people.

If you look at Xuehua as a person, there is really no difference except that you can't speak.