Song Zhang looked at the leafy man seriously.

"I can feel it, you don't have any popularity in you, are you...?"

You can't see the expression behind the leaf mask, but you can feel Mousse's heart struggling for a moment, and then he says "ghost"

"Those black-clad runes aren't yours, right?"

"Those are cleared"

"What's the clear?"

"I don't know"

"You don't know?"

"Some people say that you robbed his woman, so they want to kill that woman and torture you"

Song Zhang looked at Mousse in shock, "I don't believe it"

Mousse glanced at the Fu soldiers in the distance, "I believe"

......

Before you know it, the fifty-year deadline is coming.

The rotten face had a dream, and I saw Shanshan in the dream.

In the morning, the air was cold, and because of the excitement, I returned to reality with a bad face and loneliness in an instant.

Because he couldn't sleep, he walked out of the door alone, the weather was cold, the world was full of fog, hazy, he wandered alone, alone.

In this world, the one who can't sleep will never be alone, and those who can meet are all fate and resentment.

Shui Yan didn't fall asleep either, because she also had a dream about Shanshan in a similar way.

The morning dew is crystal clear, but it is dull in the fog.

The water shattered the coldness of the ground, appearing among the trees that blurred in the fog.

They all have their heads down, they are all aimless, and there is less warmth in the cool air.

Unintentionally looked up, it was a silent look, no one thought of it, it was all a surprise.

Rotten Face smiled politely.

Shui Yan is silent, he is no longer the person he was back then, now he can't see the shadow of the beginning, at this moment he has a sense of distance all over his body, although there is no ruthlessness and unrighteousness of the year, but indifference has also become a kind of absolute.

Shui Yan also smiled jerkyly, which was considered a return gift.

The rotten face left and passed by.

The two men did not say a word.

Today's fog is too big, and the rotten face appears in front of the water again.

The rotten face was a little embarrassed, and said "Qiao"

Shui Yan was also a little embarrassed: "It's really a coincidence. What are you doing?"

The rotten face was stunned for a moment and "hung out"

"Can't sleep?"

The rotten face was stunned for a moment, and looked at the water in surprise.

Mizuki smiled, "I know because it's the same."

Rotten face smiled "You haven't changed"

"You've changed"

The rotten face was silent for a moment, he was a little low, "I haven't changed, I'm just lazy"

Shui Yan was speechless for a while, and after holding back for a long time, she said, "I heard that you like Senior Sister Xi, how is the progress?"

The rotten face shook his head a little speechlessly, he walked over, knocked on the head of the water victim, and said helplessly, "How old is it, stupid or not"

Shui Yan froze, and her face turned red.

The rotten face instantly became embarrassed, he took two steps back, and left without saying anything.

Whoever disturbed Xinxuan, who forgot the past.

A fog cut off thoughts.

Shui Yan suddenly became excited, and she shouted into the vast fog, "Do you hate me?"

There is no echo in the fog, and the world is so quiet that people cry in their hearts.

After a long time, a voice came from the fog, "There is no right or wrong in the past, forget it." ”

Shui Yan shouted loudly, "Let's make peace..."

On this day, Rotten Face didn't patrol the big formation as usual, and he didn't study the formation on the giant tree's side.

Silent, speechless, rather fifty years of prophecy made the rotten face afraid.

The trees around Rotten Face trembled at his uneasiness.

The atmosphere was eerie and unusual.

Everyone noticed the abnormality of the rotten face, and they all looked at him worriedly.

Dark Red still appeared in front of him with a heavy aura.

Murry frowned, feeling unease in the abnormality of his rotten face.

"What happened?"

Rotten Face looked at her, "How long are we going to be here for fifty years?"

"Half a year", Mo Hong looked at the rotten face strangely, and he didn't know why he asked such a question.

The rotten face said lightly, "Have you ever thought about a question, where did those men in black come from?" ”

Dark Red frowned, "Of course it's from the giant tree." ”

Rotten face asked rhetorically, "You saw it with your own eyes?"

Mo Hong choked instantly, and then she asked Rotten Face eagerly, "What did you find?"

"More than forty years ago, we still had elders who were stronger than at this moment, but they were vulnerable, and that was why we were weak enough to survive until now. Is it water release, or something else?"

Mo Hong looked at the rotten face in shock.

Rotten Face said lightly, "We live too hard, we rejoice in every escape from death, so we don't have the courage and energy to think about it." What the hell is our enemy trying to do?"

No one noticed that Xiao Bing had also stayed awake all night, and in the eyes of others, he had been motionless for a long time.

His left eye always looked at the bamboo forest in the Valley of the Winds, and he saw Xiao Ying sleeping beside him, he had such an illusion, with a trance of response, and when he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Xiao Bing has always been like this in the past ten years, he didn't tell others this, because he once saw other people sleeping on the bed in a trance.

For Xiao Bing, the world became more and more like a dream, and he began to suspect that this was a dream.

Some people say that the fantasies in the heart are all simple thoughts, and some people say that this is a person's reality.

Xiao Bing always silently looks at these busy, heart-wrenching people every day.

The rotten face saw Xiao Bing's somewhat wooden expression at this time, and suddenly Xiao Bing felt something, in this dream-like world, there were always two breaths that made him uncomfortable. It's just that these two breaths have not moved, like the stones of the pit, hating but not worrying.

At this moment, he felt one of the breaths moving.