At this moment, a cold and murderous voice suddenly sounded outside: "Get out of here!"

The boy immediately heard several screams and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, although the other party said so, but it was clear that the person who came did not leave anyone time to dodge. But the tumult that was still surging outside had completely disappeared, and there was no silence, no one dared to make a sound, let alone any opposition.

Then, in the roar, smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the courtyard walls, walls, gates, and roofs of the inn were torn apart. With a snort, a hand wearing dark black leather gloves was pulled into the thin iron sheet that was used as a wall, and the entire iron sheet was torn off by him and thrown more than ten meters away. It was a tall, handsome, arrogant, and cold warrior in golden armor, with short golden roots standing up like a burning flame. He wore a half-body armor made of gold alloy to protect vital parts such as the chest, back of the heart, and lower abdomen. Beneath the armor was a dark black uniform with dark gold stripes, and the long leather boots on his feet were shiny and out of place with the dirt around them. It was this person just now, who had been demolished all the way from a street more than a dozen meters away in a few minutes with his bare hands, and opened a five-meter-wide road in the block where houses had been built indiscriminately.

The boy, the girl, and the hell in the room are revealed to everyone.

The girl looked up and looked at the crowd around her with some blankness, it was the first time she had seen so many people gathered together. She instinctively felt a hint of danger and fear, and tried to reach out to grab the square-bladed bone cleaver, but the boy grabbed it tightly.

The moment she saw the girl's face clearly, the noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and even the expression of the arrogant golden warrior was a little frozen.

The sound of everyone's breathing echoed clearly in the boy's ears, visibly getting heavier and heavier. So he sighed, looked up, and looked behind the Golden Warrior.

At the other end of the road, which had only been opened for a few minutes, a horse-drawn carriage was parked. It is a troika with a style similar to that of the 18th century, with an ancient and elegant body in black and gold, and shiny brass headlights. In the sunlight, a quaint badge shone brightly, then a silver bell and a dark rose.

Seeing this badge, the brilliance that flashed in Xiao's pupils slowly calmed down, but his body trembled a little.

The car was driven by four high-headed Pegasus, and it was rare that all four horses had the same snow-white fur, without a trace of variegation. And what Xiao Yehan really feared was that all their limbs were suspended in the air!

The four attendants took rolls of scarlet carpet from the wagon behind them, and paved them down the road from under the troika to the boys and girls.

The room was a hell of flesh and blood, and the scarlet carpet lay down, and immediately sank in half-congealed blood. But the attendants did not hesitate to stack the obviously ridiculously expensive carpet piece by piece, until the blood was five centimeters high, ensuring that the blood would never rush onto the carpet.

Whether it was a black tuxedo, a snow-white shirt, or a neatly ironed bow tie on the four attendants, Xiao's face was a little pale, unlike the others, the young man looked at the feet of these guards. They gracefully stepped on the broken limbs with high bleeding water, as light as butterflies, and the muscles on the limbs that were already obviously soft did not even sink slightly, as if the four of them were floating, and the weight was borne by the air.

He understands that these people jump out of any one of them, and they can't deal with it by themselves.

This was the first person he met with real force after he came to this world.

An elderly butler walked up to the carriage, slowly but gracefully opened the door, and then spread a snow-white square scarf on his arm and raised it flat.

Inside the door, a hand stretched out, as elegant, delicate and slender as an orchid, on the butler's arm. On the ring worn by the middle finger, the deep sapphire, the size of a quail's egg, made almost everyone look straight. The only thing that makes people feel a little abrupt is the slender nails. The nails are impeccable, but they are decorated with black and red patterns that make people shudder.

Out of the carriage was a woman dressed in the costumes of an old-fashioned medieval court. Her head was held high and tied in a bun with a ribbon patterned with a gold silk rose. She looked to be in her twenties, her light gray eyes with typical aristocratic indifference, and her skin was so delicate that it seemed to be ready to be blown by the wind at any moment. From every point of view, she meets even the most demanding standards of classical beauty.

Then a young man also walked down, and this face was very special. His floor was half covered with half a silver mask. This half mask from the forehead, nose, lips. All the way to the chin, along the midline of the entire face. Split his face in two. If you just look at the other half of his land. Enough to make all women scream, perfectly and rigidly contoured, full of manly air, deep eyes, deep as night. Tall and upright nose. Make this face more resolute. Full of power. Wide and thick lips, sexy and masculine.

Every detail of his body is exquisite, the linen shirt, the handmade jacket, the watch, the cufflinks, and every little decoration are perfectly matched, wrapping him like an Arna porcelain.

The similarity between them is that they have the same purple eyes as the girl.

The woman gracefully raised her hand, pointed at the girl with her black and red fingertips, and said, "I want this girl." ”

Her tone was unquestionable and could not be disobeyed, both to the boy and to the butler's commands. The butler bowed slightly and said, "Yes, miss." ”

The boy understood that this was an order, and there was absolutely no room for negotiation. From the moment the woman got out of the car, he kept his head down and didn't look at her at all. Yet his body trembled uncontrollably.

When the large number of warriors appeared, Xiao Ye's face was only a little ugly, but now, if you can see it, his face has completely lost its blood, as if he has met a natural enemy. With each step the woman and the young man took closer, his trembling intensified.

The old butler, with his arm as an armrest, followed her step by step, but he walked respectfully and cautiously beyond the carpet. Although he walked through the blood-soaked ruins, the old butler's leather shoes were spotless, and unlike the attendants, the soles of his shoes were clean. In fact, every step he took never really touched the ground.

The woman walked all the way to the young man, stretched out her hand to pull the girl from behind him to herself, leaned over slightly, looked carefully at the girl's incomparably delicate face, and only exhaled for a long time and praised: "It's so beautiful." ”

From birth, girls are excessively pretty. As she grew older, her beauty grew. Maybe because of her age, maybe because the other party is also a young woman, or maybe the other party has the same pair of pupils as herself, the girl doesn't know how to be afraid, but looks back at the woman with some curiosity.

From beginning to end, the boy stood with his head down, not moving, allowing the woman to pull the girl away. Although he was wrapped in a thick blanket, the tremor of his body could not be concealed.

The woman looked at the young man in some surprise, nodded and said, "Interesting, it's me who you're afraid of, not my subordinates, it's good! It seems that you are a smart child and know what to choose." What choice do you think I'll give you?"

The boy was silent for a moment, suppressed his trembling and said, "I live, she is yours." Or I'm dead, and she's still yours. ”

The woman was even more surprised, but not because of the boy's answer, but because of his voice. She softened her tone and asked, "Tell me your name." ”

"Xiao Yehan!"

The boy was silent for a moment before he spoke. He needed to control his tremors to keep his voice steady.

The woman showed a hint of a smile: "Okay, Xiao Yehan." My full name is Celia Bellind Morgan. I took this girl with me. Remember my name, and if one day you are strong enough to come to me. ”

The boy was silent for a moment, but he didn't look at her anymore, but came to the front of the girl, and slowly revealed his face under the blanket.

The girl's eyes were wide open, as if she wanted to engrave this look in her heart.

"Remember, someday, I'll come to you!" Xiao said, pulling out an old music box.

"This is what I did, and there is a song in it called Lacey, and no one will listen to it again but us. Remember, when it rings in the world, that's when I go to you!"

The woman covered her mouth and smiled, and gently stroked Xiao Yehan's face like a lover: "I'm looking forward to that day!"

With that, she pulled the girl towards the carriage, and behind her, the crisp, high-pitched, unbridled, and ambiguous laughter shook down the carpet as red as blood.

And the young man, he didn't say a word from beginning to end, he seemed to be extremely arrogant, and his eyes didn't put a trace on Xiao's body, let alone in this space, as if the whole world couldn't carry his indifferent eyes.

The girl did not cry, nor did she resist in the slightest, but looked back and forth until the door of the carriage blocked her purple eyes.

On the carriage window, Celia suddenly lifted the curtain, revealing half of her face full of classical beauty, and said to the young man: "In this era, the most difficult thing is to live with dignity. Hopefully, you didn't choose this worst path. ”

It wasn't until the troika had completely left that the boy slowly raised his lowered head, and his blue eyes reflected the last picture of their departure. His eyes slowly collapsed, and he looked around a little dazedly, and it took a long time for him to regain his brilliance.

There was a dead silence between this heaven and earth, and for a while, there was only the lonely figure of the young man and the bleak wind.