Seeing that autumn is coming to an end, the capital has finally won the biggest rain after a long time without rain.

The torrential rain is pouring, the lightning is thundering, the wind and the rain are mixed together, so loud that people have the illusion of being hacked at any time.

"Lan Lan, where did the childish smoke go? We managed to get four people in our dormitory, and now there is one less. Ruan Meng held her cheeks and looked out the window at a sheep's foot hoof that was crumbling by the wind and said.

Immediately afterwards, she was worried: "It's too unsafe to go out in this kind of weather at the beginning of the year," paused for a while, "Lan Lan, did you bring an umbrella at the beginning of the beginning?" ”

Ji Lan on the bed put down the book and rubbed her eyebrows, "I said you don't babble here, did the Count of Monte Cristo appreciate what you wrote?" Have you written about 100 Years of Solitude? ”

As soon as the words ended, silence returned to the room.

After a while, "Lan Lan, you are really a devil. Ruan Meng muttered on the table.

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The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops falling from the sky were making ripples on the watery ground.

On the path of the West Garden of Beijing University, there was silence. Less than 100 meters away from the path, the lights of a boys' dormitory building were still faintly visible in the rain. The hustle and bustle of the past has also disappeared in the rain.

"Da Da Da ......"

A few slight footsteps sounded in the rain.

"Da-" Ruyu's fingers put away the umbrella, Xia Ruchu was dressed in black, her long hair was lazily tied behind her, and the ends of her hair swayed in the air with the movement of the umbrella.

The raindrops began to become smaller and more dense, and Xia Ruchu put on a black hood, and the rain slid down the PU hat.

"Two, since you're here, it's better to show up." The clear voice sounded in this world, Xia Ruchu's umbrella was on the ground, and her red lips became more and more delicate in the dark sky.

Two people slowly emerged from the rain.

The person on the left wears a butterfly mask, and judging by her figure, she should be a woman. The mask is tightly covered, revealing only a pair of eyes. She wears a retro robe with a crimson accent embroidered with fluttering phoenix butterflies.

The man on the right is not wearing a mask, and his facial features are not very distinctive, except for the pair of eagle eyes, which are very sharp. Tall and burly, with knotted muscles, full of explosive power.

The woman opened her mouth first: "Your Excellency has good eyesight." The tone rises slightly, and there is a special charm, like rosemary lit in the night.

"Send two masters to deal with me, it seems that the leaders of the two really value me." Xia Ruchu smiled, but the look in his eyes was extremely cold.

"Your Excellency's ability can naturally afford such treatment." The woman replied.

The man sneered disdainfully: "Yu Die, don't talk so much to the dead." ”

The air was very tight, and the rain was still falling in spite of it, and the rain curtain seemed to isolate this area from the outside, and for a moment only the sound of the rain and thunder and lightning could be heard.

Xia Ruchu looked at the person opposite, his eyes narrowed slightly. I saw that the woman took out something delicate and small, and the semicircular bow had two strings pinned to it, which looked like a musical instrument.

The sound of the rain was covered by a strange tone, as if it was recited by the followers of the Buddha in distant India, and as if it was a wisp of incense wafting from the shrine.

Under the bizarre soundtrack, the snow-white tip of the knife suddenly came, Xia Ruchu clenched the handle of the umbrella in his hand, and the tip of the umbrella stained with water crossed an arc in the air, facing the sharp tip of the knife.

The top of the umbrella has not moved at all, and it is as good as ever.

The music tone is getting stronger and stronger, and the killing moves that come to the face are more fierce than one move after another. The swift and ruthless knife seemed to tear through the rain curtain.

"Insect carving skills." With a cold snort, Xia Ruchu put one hand behind his back, and only used one hand to mobilize the umbrella, turning defense into attack.

The man was tall, but his weapon was not bulky, it was a red sword in the snow. The sharpness of the red sword in the snow is famous all over the world, but at this moment, it can't even cut an ordinary umbrella.