As the sun gradually sets, a long reddish-gold ray of light is drawn on the horizon in the distance, as if to tell the last tenderness of this world.

The pitch-black cat was warm on the wall, opened its green vertical pupils, yawned and stretched, and then jumped lightly, jumped to the ground with light movements, and meowed a few times at Chu Xiyin, who came over, as if he had said hello.

Seeing that Chu Xiyin was just smiling, the cat was a little angry, and simply walked in front of her in three steps and two steps, revealing the bottom of her white paws and her furry belly.

Is this touching porcelain?

Chu Xiyin couldn't help laughing, and after squatting down and stroking its ears and paws a few times, she heard its satisfied snoring, which made her almost laugh.

The little guy was finally satisfied, glanced at Chu Xiyin with an arrogant expression, got up from the ground, shook his body, cocked his tail and disappeared.

The corners of Chu Xiyin's mouth twitched.

What is this? Eat dry and wipe clean and go?

She doesn't give money for prostitution?

Shaking his head helplessly, Chu Xiyin got up from the ground and continued to walk towards the back of the town.

The back of the town was occupied by some elderly people, Chu Xiyin saw that at the door of one of the houses, the old woman with a silver head and a kind face was sitting on the chaise longue at the door, holding a handkerchief and carefully embroidering flowers, and the old man next to her looked at her gently, enjoying this last comfortable time.

…… At last?!

Chu Xiyin was taken aback by this adjective of his own.

Something flashed in my mind, and I couldn't grasp it quickly.

Shaking his head and throwing the strange feeling behind his head, Chu Xiyin felt that he must have stayed in the last days for too long and was like a frightened bird.

Didn't her little maid already say that the patron saint in the lake could protect this town for at least a few decades, what was she worried about now?

Although the little maid didn't say what race she was, according to Chu Xiyin's intuition, she must not be an ordinary person.

Walking to the place where Chu Xizhe said, Chu Xiyin took out the bone whistle that the other party gave her and put it to his mouth to blow it.

I don't know what kind of texture the bone whistle is, and the sound that blows out is a little weird and quiet, like the birdsong that comes from time to time in the deep forest in the early winter morning.

With a hint of desolation in it.

After a while, the originally calm lake surface was filled with ripples.

Then the ripples fluctuated more and more, and a man suddenly appeared from the lake, his toes on the surface of the lake, the huge bony wings behind his back were slightly stirred, and a silver filament hung down into the lake.

Chu Xiyin looked at all this in disbelief.

This is the appearance of Chu Xizhe's zombie, handsome as a god, but awe-inspiring, a cloud of black mist gathered around him, revealing a dense killing, despair, depravity and destruction, as if condensing all the evil in the world.

Obviously, it was the first time to see Chu Xizhe like this, but Chu Xiyin felt extremely familiar, and it seemed that he had been watching him like this for hundreds of millions of years.

In his memory, he should be like this.

Chu Xizhe suddenly opened his eyes, the color of blood glass, which made his face more and more enchanting.

His body moved, and the next moment he had already arrived at Chu Xiyin's side, stretched out his left hand and rubbed her face with his index finger, his thin lips were lightly opened, and his eyes were obsessed: "You came to pick me up?" ”

Huh? What the heck?

Chu Xiyin blinked suspiciously, not knowing what to do.

was about to ask the other party, but the words changed to "Yes." ”