The night in the capital has always been starry, but tonight it suddenly rendered a layer of gray fog.

Zhan Shaochu was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his loose ink-colored pajamas on his body, and he was looking down at his hands at the moment.

A white halo appeared in his palm, and he wanted to make it bigger, but no matter how much mana he spent, it didn't help.

In the end, the halo disappeared in the palm of his hand, and he changed direction, and his slender and powerful hand, with a speed that ordinary people could not see, pinched a trick.

Almost at the same time as he finished pinching the trick, two figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of him out of thin air.

With a wicked smile on his face, the white shadow floated casually around his bedroom, "What did the gods summon us?" ”

Zhan Shaochu turned around and stood with his hands in his hands, raised his eyes to him, and said slowly: "Mianmian is gone, I can't even figure out where she is going this time, and no one answers the phone." ”

Hearing this, the white shadow was stunned, and then glanced at the black shadow.

The black shadow didn't say a word, and directly stretched out his hand to calculate, but after counting several times, it was also nothing.

"No, why is this happening?" He was really puzzled, and then he didn't listen.

The white shadow also stretched out his hand to count.

After a long time, Zhan Shaochu raised his eyes, put his hand on the table, and said thoughtfully: "This is the human world, we can't go against the laws of nature too much, this is to warn us that everything must go with the flow." ”

"Go with the flow?" The white shadow lowered his hand, narrowed his evil eyes and floated to him, and snorted disdainfully:

"That's the next empress of the painting world, if she suffers any damage, I'm afraid this natural law will not be good!"

The black shadow pondered for a while before he said coldly, "It seems to be in Yellin, but when it is pushed to the back, it breaks off its breath." ”

"Venerable God, why did you go and find it immediately?" The white shadow asked puzzled, and looked at him bent over.

Zhan Shaochu raised his hand and paused, and said calmly: "I already feel that something is wrong..."

Speaking of this, he paused, and covered his heart with his hand, "The so-called heart is connected to the heart, which is my heart with her,

The pain is hard to accept, but it has not yet reached the end, and I will go to Yellin again tomorrow, all right, you can return to your place. ”

The two of them said no more, and disappeared into white smoke.

He sat down and thought about it for a while, although he was anxious now, but he couldn't be impulsive, otherwise he wouldn't be able to find out why.

Turning on the computer, he looked at the location of each sign in Yellin's basemap, and finally, his eyes settled on the words "mass grave".

Under those cold eyes, there seemed to be boiling and burning magma, and the air pressure was so low that people shivered.

………

At the same time, Jingcheng.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a strange place, and I swept around the room of this simple series in confusion, only to feel very cold, not cute at all.

She was about to get up, but as soon as her head moved, a hot stinging pain came from the back of her head, causing her to frown and grin.

"Hiss~ It's painful!" She touched the wound gently, not daring to exert any strength.

"Click!"

The door was pushed open.

She reflexively looked at the past.

Half a little head poked in, and then blinked cutely, chestnut hair was slightly messy, and after a while, he walked in and closed the door, it was a little boy of about four years old.

“Sweet cotton candy？ Wow，i love you！ He suddenly spat out a sentence of English fluently.

Meaning: Sweet marshmallow? Wow, I like you!