When Zhang Xiaoyu was carnivaling on Seventh Avenue, a pair of eyes were in the sky above the city, and the void flickered, turning into a cloud of green smoke and inserting it into a grave in a wasteland.

It is said that the smoke from the grave of the ancestors is a good thing. But under this dry grave, whose ancestors are buried, and whose ancestors are buried. Even if it is a peerless city, in the end, it is just a piece of loess.

Shaking, the stele on the dry mound shook sharply, the stele that had not withered for hundreds of years, under the illumination of a blue and faint light, the stele cracked and opened, and the wasteland was agitated, and then it fell into loneliness.

A hand, a hand came out of the mound. The white swaying hands are more eye-piercing than this sunny day.

Woman with no clothes on.

Crawling out of the dry mound was a woman without clothes, with long hair covering her face, a jade body and a beautiful body, and the "Ha ......" woman exhaled the first turbid breath in three hundred years. The yellow turbidity with the earthy smell flew out and shot on a strong beauty tree, and with a click, the beauty tree responded, broke its waist and fell forward, silently telling the silence in the sun.

The green smoke formed again, condensed into a pair of cyan pupils, and looked directly at the woman. The woman lifted her hair.

What a pair of hollow eye sockets.

The empty eye sockets, blue blood water gurgled out of the eye sockets, along the woman's nose, lips, corners and jaws, flowing downward, ticking and ticking, blue blood dripping on the withered yellow earth, clusters of blue flowers the size of thumbnails, blooming all over the ground, thriving, flowers blooming all over the ground, and the wasteland did not disappear for a moment, full of blue flowers. The sweet fragrance of flowers, swirling in the wind, provokes flocks of birds and butterflies, swirling on them, as if intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers.

The pair of cyan pupils, dripping and drilling, rushed into the woman's eye sockets. Dripping and slipping, the cyan eyeballs swirled rapidly in the eye sockets, as if they wanted to break free, as if they wanted to make a hole in the inner eye sockets.

The woman raised her wrist, her long fingers like onions and jade, and gently touched her forehead. Froze, the two restless cyan eyeballs in her eye sockets froze and pinned into their sockets.

Moving without wind, the woman's long black hair, manly, like an ocean, floating in the air, each fine hair, infinitely elongated, capturing the snort of the living creatures around her.

Just now, the flock of birds and butterflies attracted by the fragrance of flowers, as well as the insects, snakes, rats and frogs on the ground who were eager to try, were all wrapped up in the woman's slender hair. Extraction, hair like a hose, piercing into the skin surface of living creatures, extracting their flesh essence and trace amounts of spiritual power.

With women as the center, thousands of black strands of hair draw the vitality of living creatures within a radius of thousands of meters.

Except for the blue flowers on one side, there was no sign of life in the wasteland.

The woman's pale skin, because it replenished the vitality of the right amount of living creatures, was as bright as jade, and her face was red. Tens of thousands of hairs like living creatures are all retracted, and they fall lightly on the back of a woman's beautiful neck, restoring their normal length.

The woman clasped her hands on her chest and glanced at the desolate wilderness in confusion, "...... Who is calling me? ”

Puff puff puff, puff puff, the bright red heart, which had not beaten for three hundred years, jumped again, every powerful beat of the heart, awakening the blue blood sleeping in the blood vessels, the viscous blue blood began to wash the blood vessels, cheering, flowing, vigorous, and great.

"O gravekeeper of the Gate of Destiny."

A desolate and desolate voice exploded in the woman's head.

"Three hundred years of sleep is a punishment for you, but also a forgiveness, you will usher in permanent liberation, wait or take the initiative to find it. A qiē up to you, who should come or come, who should go, is destined to not stay. ”

A long sigh from a thousand years ago.

Crossing time and space, crossing the endless void, witnessing round after round of reincarnation.

The desolate sound of the rush, like the waves hitting the reef, roared and followed by the empty silence of weariness.

The woman chewed on the meaning of the old voice in her head in confusion.

What is a Grave Keeper?

Three hundred years of sleep, why?

Whose tomb is guarded, and whose pardon is it waiting for?

The woman lifted her slender*, and her white milky jade feet stepped on the blue flowers, dark blue flowers, swaying, waiting for the woman's trampling, as if she was lamenting the impending unfortunate fate. Every blue flower, silently confiding, sobbing and condensing.

The woman was stunned, and the leg she raised, after all, did not put it down.

"Eternal relief?"

The woman muttered to herself.

The memories of three hundred years ago came out like a tide and flowed into the depths of the woman's consciousness.

"The beginning of a qiē, the end of a qiē. A century-old dream is illusory. If it's not my dream, why bother me, strange things. I don't understand, I don't understand The woman shook her head and fell into confusion.

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Centaur girl, Zhang Xiaoyu returned to the mansion of the red scorpion.

Over there. Zhang Xiaoyu met Xia Li again, a long-legged beauty and the owner of the gossip girl.

Cinderella is also there.

The atmosphere in the living room, weird. The bald beauty, the red scorpion, the seemingly pure Cinderella, and the Xia Li who shows off her long legs, don't speak, they are busy. The red scorpion was sleeping on the couch frontally, and her sister, the girl with braids, was stepping on her sister's back. It seems to be using this way to help the red scorpion relieve the pain in the body, massage.

Cinderella, teasing the red scorpion's pet parrot, the parrot squinted at Cinderella and didn't say a word. It can learn to speak, but it's not in the mood right now.

It was Xia Li, who first beckoned to Zhang Xiaoyu and Jesla, and then didn't say anything.

Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "Why is it so quiet?" ”

The red scorpion propped up his eyelids, looked at Zhang Xiaoyu weakly, and said, "Longitudinal. Excessive ...... Feebly. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu: "......"

Jesra Zhang Xiaoyu also knows that the red scorpion and Xia Li have disappeared for a few days, and it seems that they only came back today, where did the two girls who lost their virginity go to torture the hardcover man. That's how it should be.

The braid girl said lukewarmly, "Didn't you go to the Seventh Avenue, and thought you wouldn't be home at night?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "...... There is one thing that is difficult to talk about. ”

The braid girl said, "Then don't talk about it." ”

Zhang Xiaoyu: "......"

The parrot raised by the red scorpion suddenly came to its senses, chirping crookedly and shouting: ",, hard, do a lot of work." ”

The red scorpion picked up the ashtray and smashed it into the parrot in the cage. "Dry dry dry, the old lady can't flow water, you still do it, do it very well. Pick up your bird feathers. ”

The parrot randomly shuts up quietly and closes its eyes in reverie.

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to understand something.

Cinderella grabbed the ashtray that the red scorpion had thrown over, "Xiaoyu, are you in any trouble?" Seventh Avenue, where my unlovely juniors are, and I haven't been to the little white-faced coffee house on Seventh Avenue in a while. ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "That's right, two days later, Seventh Avenue will hold an annual COS event. Jezra and I have already signed up for the race. But you know, we're too few, just me and Jezra. As a team, it seems to be a little colder. ”

Cinderella smiled: "Xiaoyu, you want to pull us into your COS team, right?" ”

Zhang Xiaoyu said: "That's pretty much what it means. ”

The braided girl grabbed her mouth and said, "No, no, no." ”

Jesra glanced at the braided girl, "Village girl, we didn't plan to let you go. Are you really going to cos the village girl? ”

The girl with braids was furious, and the red scorpion under her feet was screaming. "Sister, sister, lightly, you stepped on me, ouch, I dare, my little waist."

The girl with braided braids walked down from the back of the red scorpion in a huff. >