"Despicable scum. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info," Xu Tao said.

His voice was slow and cold, somehow making the Messier feel dizzy. When he wants to figure it. She couldn't take her eyes off him as Tagore moved.

Turi. Tagore shook his head, dazzled by the thought.

Xu Tao moved as if he were dancing, and every movement seemed to be controlled so easily. "But I had no idea that your nature was so low."

He hits Turi. Tagore.

The big boy stretched out a strong hand, and Xu Tao hit him but ignored one side of the face, before this hand touched.

Turi. Tagore leaned against another tombstone. He climbed up and gasped, his eyes white. The Messier saw that his nose was dripping blood. Then he was electrocuted.

"A gentleman doesn't force any partner." Xu Tao said, striking him on one side of the face.

Turi. Tagore fell again, facing the black plants and brambles. This time he had been up for longer, blood coming out of his nose and mouth. He rushed towards Xu Tao like a frightened horse.

Xu Tao grabbed Turi. The collar of Tagore's shirt, spinning, collided with the trend. He shook the picture. Tagore twice, those fists with strong muscles surrounded him like windmills. Then he put the figure in the picture. Tagore threw it out.

"Don't insult my woman." He said.

Turi. Tagore's face was distorted, his eyes were spinning, but he was held in place by Xu Tao's feet. Xu Tao grabbed him from his feet and shook him again. Tagore was as weak as a rag doll, his eyes rolled up. Xu Tao continued to speak, holding his heavy body as painfully as if he had dismantled bones.

"And, especially, don't hurt her in such a way......"

"Xu Tao!" The Messiah wept.

Turi. Tagore's head turned back and forth in the opposite direction. She was terrified of what she saw; I'm afraid that Xu Tao might do it. I was especially afraid of Xu Tao's tone, which was as cold as a long sword dancing, beautiful, deadly, and absolutely cruel.

"Xu Tao, stop."

His head snapped to her, staring, as if he had forgotten about her presence. For a moment he didn't recognize her, his eyes dark in the moonlight, which reminded her of some predator, some big bird, or some carnivore without any human feelings. Then a flash of understanding flashed across his face, and some darkness faded from his eyes as he watched.

"He'll be fine." Xu Tao said emptily.

As her fear faded, Messier felt empty. Shocked, she thought she was in shock, and I was now willing to scream hysterically.

"Did someone send you back?" Xu Tao asked, still in the same tone as a dead man full of chills.

The Messier remembered Tripan and Vivi, and God knew what they were doing.

"Nope." She said.

Her mind began to work, and she began to pay attention to the things around her. Her skirt was torn from head to toe. Mechanical, she covered it with her hands.

"I'll drive you back." Xu Tao said.

Even though he was numb, Messier was still quickly terrified. She looked at him, strangely handsome in the tombstone, his face pale in the moonlight. To her, he had never looked so beautiful before, but there was something exotic. It's not foreign, it's not human at all, because no one has that kind of power.

"Thank you. That's good. She said slowly. There's nothing else to do here.

They left Turi. Tagore rolled in agony in front of the tombstone. As they crossed the path, Xu Tao turned and walked towards the bridge, and Messier felt another cold.

"My car is parked in my apartment." He said.

"It's the fastest way back for us."

"Is this the way you came?"

"Nope. I'm not going to walk on this bridge. But he's safe. ”

The Messiah believed in him. Pale and quiet, he walked beside her, not touching her, except when he took off his coat and draped it over her bare shoulders. She suddenly had a feeling that he would kill anything that tried to get her.

The bridge was pale in the moonlight, and the icy water before it formed a whirlpool around the ancient stone. When they walked through the narrow oak forest path to the village road, the whole world was still so beautiful and cold. They crossed the fence pasture and a dark farm until they reached a wide runway. The apartment is a huge building made of native red bricks, and it is as old as the cedar and maple trees on both sides. All but one window was in the dark.

Xu Tao opened one of the two doors, and they walked into a small hallway, with a flight of stairs in front of them. The lieutenants on either side had the light of an oak tree like a door, and seemed to glow red.

They walked up the stairs to the second floor, which seemed overwhelmed.

To the Messier's surprise, Xu Tao let her enter a bedroom and open a door that looked like a closet. Although she could see a very steep, very narrow staircase. It was almost dark and there was no light, but Messier could see the wooden floor and the diagonal beams of the ceiling, with high windows on either side, and furniture scattered throughout the room.

She realized he was looking at her.

"Is there a bathroom here where I can take a shower?"

He nodded towards a door. She took off her coat, handed it to him, didn't look at him, and walked in. Messier walked into the bathroom blankly, numb and grateful. Then she started to get angry.

She wasn't quite sure how it all happened. But when she washes her face and arms, she is frustrated that there is no mirror, when in fact she has left her purse in the picture. In Tagore's convertible, she began to feel angry again.

All she felt was that the atmosphere was out of harmony.

Damn Xu Tao, even when he saved her, he was still so cold and restrained. His grace, his bravery, damn it, and all that surrounded him was that kind of strong danger.

She pulled the pin from her hair and tied the front part of her skirt tightly. She then quickly brushed her hair through a carved bone comb she found on the sink. She lifted her chin high, tightened her eyes, and walked out of the bathroom.

He didn't put on his coat, he stood by the window in a blood-stained T-shirt, his head bent and his whole body tense in waiting. Without raising his head, he pointed like a velvet coat on the back of a chair in the dark.

"You can wear it over your skirt."

It was a full-body coat, very precious and soft, and a hood. The Messier donned this heavy coat. But she was not appeased by the gift; She noticed that Xu Tao didn't approach her, and didn't even look at her when he spoke.

Deliberately, she invaded his territory and pulled her coat even tighter, and even at this moment, a **** rose in her body and dragged her. She walked over to her and checked the mahogany dressing table by the window.

On it was a dagger with a silver hilt, and a beautiful silver-white agate cup. There's also some golden round faces, and there's some gold coins on them.

She picked up one of the gold coins, partly because it was funny, and partly because she wanted him to see that she was taking his things.

"What is this?"

There was a pause before he could reply. Then he said, "A gold coin." An ancient work of art. ”

"And what is this?"

"A candlestick." He said distraughtly. Then he said, "Messier? ”

She reached out to an old cloth bag. "What is this? Can it be opened? ”

"Nope." He reflexively pulled it like a cat and carried it into his arms.

"It's private." There was palpable tension in his tone, he said.

The Messier noticed that his hands were tightly on his chest, but he didn't touch her. She held her finger up, and he immediately backed away.

Suddenly, she felt very angry.

"Be careful." She savagely shouted, "Don't touch me, or you'll get madness!"

He turned and leaned against the window.

But when she left and walked to the center of the room, she knew he was looking at her image. And she suddenly knew that she must look a lot like him, with pale hair draped over the gloom of her shoulder blades, and a pale hand tightening the collar of the velvet robe around her throat.

The princess in the tower.

She tilted her head to look at the movable door on the ceiling and heard a soft, distinctive breath. When she turned, he stared at her bare throat, his eyes looking confused. But the next moment his face stiffened.

"I think," he said, "I'd better send you back." ”

In that moment, she wanted to hurt him and make him feel the emotion he made her feel. But she also wants to be real. She was tired of reading Xu Tao's thoughts. Hearing what was going on in her heart made her feel relieved.

"Why do you hate me?"

He stared at her. For a moment he couldn't seem to find any words. Then he said, "I don't hate you. ”

"You have." The Messier said, I know it's not ...... to say that Not polite, but I don't mind. I know I should thank you for saving me tonight, but I don't care about that. I didn't let you save me. I didn't know at first why you were even in the cemetery. Considering that night, I still don't understand why you're doing this. ”

He shook his head, but his voice was soft. "I don't hate you."

"On that night, when you woke up, you ran away from me, as if I were ...... Some kind of plague. I tried to be nice to you, but you threw it back in my face. Is this what a man should do when someone is trying to welcome him? ”

Now he tried to say something, but she swept it away, not paying attention. "You've been avoiding me just now, it's humiliating to me. Now, if it weren't for something at stake, you wouldn't even talk to me. Is that what you want to say? Someone was stupid and almost fell into that fluffy crumb? ”

He was quiet now and turned his head away. She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, keeping her head up, even though her eyes were already burning in pain.

"And what's wrong with me," she continued, "that you don't even want to look at me? At least, that's what drives me crazy. I'm not going to bother you with that, I'm not going to talk to you anymore, but I just want to know the facts before I go. Why do you hate me so much, Xu Tao? ”

Slowly, he turned and lifted his head. His eyes were gloomy, and the blindness of seeing the pain on his face made the Messier distort a little. His voice remained restrained, but reluctantly. She could hear the effort it took for him to stay steady.

"Yes." He said, "I think you have the right to know." As my first woman, the Messier. Then he looked at her, looking directly into her eyes. And then she thought, is this going to be bad? What could be worse than that? "I don't hate you." He continued, carefully pronouncing each note clearly. "I never hated you. But you...... Reminds me of someone. ”

Messier was startled. As far as she expected, it wasn't that. "I reminded you of someone you know?"

"Of course I do," he said quickly. "But," he added slowly, as if bewildered by himself, "you're not like her, really. She doesn't look like you, but she's strong and beautiful. She was also very weak, and in that moment she was ended by the strong men. ”

"And I'm not."

He let out a burst of laughter, as if there was something humorous here. "Nope. You're a little witch. Except for those, you are...... An ordinary woman."

Messier was silent for a moment. Looking at the sadness on his face, she couldn't keep her anger alive. "You're close to her?"

"Yes."

"Did something happen?"

For a while, let the Messier think he wouldn't answer her. But in the end he said, "She's dead." ”

Messier's breath trembled, and her last of her anger subsided.

"It's really bad." She said slowly, thinking of the tombstones in the cemetery surrounded by ryegrass.

"I'm sorry."

He didn't speak. His face was closed again, as if he was looking at something far away, some trouble and sadness that only he could see. But there was no grief in his expression. But through that wall, through all his restraint, she could see the guilt and loneliness he couldn't bear. He was so lost and miserable that she had walked to his side before she knew what she was doing.

"Xu Tao." She whispered. He didn't seem to hear her, he seemed to be immersed in his own painful world.

She put a hand on his arm, and she couldn't stop herself. "Xu Tao, you are in pain......"

"You won't understand." He broke out completely, and all his restraint was broken by anger. He looked down at this and her hand seemed to have all the roots right here, as if she had cheekily touched him and completely irritated him.

His green eyes began to widen, and they darkened as he shook her hand away, and somehow he prevented her from touching him, and instead, he grabbed her hand, his fingers clasped tightly with hers, as if grasping the precious life. He looked bewildered at their tightly linked hands. Then, slowly, his attention shifted from their clasped hands to her face.

"Messier......" he whispered.

Then she looked at her, pain disintegrating from his face, as if there was no way to fight it anymore. Defeat eventually collapsed, and then, powerlessly, he bent his head close to her lips. (To be continued.) )