Compared with ink, Bai Xiaochang's clothes are basically white and clean except for being a little wet, sticking to a little mud, and scratching a few cuts. [with _ dream]ā

And the ink-colored robe that Bai Xiao is familiar with can no longer be called a robe, it is basically a few pieces of larger cloth hanging together, blocking the more important parts.

Mo's hairstyle is also a little messy, and there are a lot of blood marks on his arms and face.

Compared with Bai Xiaochang, Mo felt uncomfortable, and he frowned and asked, "Why are you so clean?" ”

Although she was not seriously injured in this way, she ...... Why is he in so much danger?

Don't...... This formation is self-saxy?

After a few days in this plane, he also knew a lot of things.

"Huh? I also want to ask you how you dress like this, without changing your clothes, you look really ...... like a beggar."

As if seeing the disgust in her eyes, a certain ink eye sank, and his big hand reached out to the top of her head and rubbed it a few times.

After that, he looked at the messy hair with satisfaction.

Very well, that's pretty much the same with him.

There was another sound of water in the lake, and Bai Xiaochang, who was strongly touched by Mo, reacted, and when she saw the banter in Mo's eyes, she immediately felt bad.

This this, this ink is absolutely fake!

How is it possible to so childishly mess up your own hair to satisfy yourself.

It turns out that this guy doesn't know what stimuli to go crazy, it's just so naïve!

When Bai Xiaochang glared at him, he suddenly looked at her deeply, and then ...... The hand touched her face.

Being watched by his "affectionate" gaze, Bai Xiaochang's heart suddenly began to pound, and his face began to burn.

From Mo's point of view, it was stupid and stupid, and the white little face was slowly dyed the color of roses, and the upper teeth nervously pressed the lower lip and began to grind unconsciously.

With a soft heart, Mo Hand slowly stretched out and touched Bai Xiaochang's white and tender little face.

After Mo withdrew his hand, Bai Xiaochang was stunned, and suddenly began to laugh, like a fool.

His hand touched the place he had just touched, but it was slippery.

"Ink, you bastard!"

Actually smeared mud on her face!

Shameless!

……

"Don't be in such a dangerous place, okay?" I'm going to be blind, I'm going to be blind.

……

In the cold and windy snow, a black and a white stood back to back, and the red spear and green sword became the most outstanding colors in the snow.

A plane tree next to it was bare, and only a withered leaf remained, still holding on to the trunk in the cold wind, stubbornly refusing to fall.

The roots of the sycamore tree have turned black and rotten, proving that it is dead.

At this time there were many people in the same clothes lying in the rotten place, all of them dying.

Around the two people, one black and one white, there were many people dressed like them, and the bloody weapons in their hands exuded a bloodthirsty aura all over their bodies, and the gaze in their eyes made people chill from the bottom of their hearts.

"I finally know why you didn't change your clothes." Bai Xiaochang tilted his head slightly and said to the person behind him.

She can relate now.

The white clothes on her body were stained red with blood, and it was particularly uncomfortable to stick to her body, but she didn't have time to change it, and the danger came again and again, so that she had to be highly vigilant anytime and anywhere, how could she have time to change her clothes.

Now, they are under siege by a wave of men in black.