But Hua Yin still didn't repent, and still walked alone regardless of the situation, repeatedly, confessing to the school.

What car chases, pickpocketing, climbing windows at night, and love letters are all bombarded, I feel that I am not sincere enough, and I go to the door of the school grass class to intercept after every class.

I have been blocked in the toilet and 'taught' many times, but my heart is still persistent and consistent.

If you don't die suddenly in an Internet café, you shouldn't die.

Because he was born early, his physique was weak, and he was born with a bad heart, and he was finally beaten and kicked to death by a group of angry young people while playing games in an Internet café.

……

It seems that in the future, he will be called Hua Yin.

Hua Yin pulled the strip of cloth tied to his chest, and always felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Through the window, I saw that the sky outside had become dark, and the breath around the young man became more and more gloomy.

The eyes are gloomy.

A longbow appeared in his hand, reflecting a cold glow against the moonlight.

Hua Yin's fingers stroked the bow, rubbing the thin black lines engraved on it. There seemed to be a warm current passing through the cold heart, and the frowning brow was finally stretched.

For thousands of years, he hadn't touched the Nightmare Chase, the Moonlight Longbow that scared those things.

As if it was only yesterday, he still walked with Zhihe, punished evil demons and ghosts, guarded the dawn, and stabilized the eight directions......

Hua Yin looked in a trance, as if he had returned to a long time ago.

A sore spot flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Looking at the bow in his hand again, his eyes were already dark.

Look, the current nightmare has lost its anger because it hasn't been stained with blood for a long time.

It's like his heart, which has been beating for thousands of years.

Hua Yin's face was gloomy and cold, and his body was full of anger.

The voice was suppressed, "Didn't you say that you will never see you again, it was you who broke the boundary..."

Just a few words, it seems that he has endured for thousands of years, carrying thousands of words.

He felt like he was out of breath.

In the end, thousands of repressions turned into a smile on the white lips, a sinister and possessive cold smile, "That's it, I can't help you regret it..."

The fingers clenched the longbow, as if they were afraid that it would disappear, but they did not dare to use force, for fear that it would be damaged.

Be cautious and expectant.

At this moment, Hua Yin suddenly hid the bow in his hand, lay down sideways, and pulled the quilt.

In the next second, the doorknob was twisted open, Bai Liao turned on the light, and saw that Hua Yin was still asleep, so he didn't come in to disturb.

I put dinner on the table and went out to call again, but no one answered.

As a last resort, he returned to the ward.

Sitting on the leather seat on the wall next to the door, I got a black pen from nowhere, and I was facing the light to revise the preparation materials.

The thick eyelashes drooped, casting a dark shadow on the angular face.

Hua Yin turned sideways, opened his eyes, and saw his pupils on the glass in front of him.

Clear... Pure black.

He hadn't paid attention to that.

He was born on the border of the two worlds of yin and yang, the abyss of extreme evil that is feared and disgusted. The soul is not even, but it can still survive, but it is just like the four dissimilarities that people say.

Half alive and half dead, both good and evil, neither ghosts nor people.

How can they have such pure eyes?

The strange whiteish gray, the color of death, like burning embers, that was his color.

Or the scarlet red eyes of the monsters that everyone shouted and beat back then.

Even if he could be reincarnated like a human, he would not have such a pure color.

Someone must have done all this behind the scenes.

"Awake? When you wake up, get up and finish eating. ”

Bai Liao looked up and saw the open pupils reflected in Hua Yin's glass, gently pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and pointed his finger to the paper bag on the table next to his bed.