Back in the dormitory, Wen Xi stayed in front of her mobile phone. At the same moment, Lu Yebao's eyes were also fixed on the phone. At this time, the mobile phone also seems to have tenderness, which affects the heartbeat and hope.

Dead Night Treasure, I hate you if you don't call back. Wen Xi thought.

The phone rang, and Wen Xi happily picked up the phone. But as the voice on the other side sounded, Wen Xi's happy face became dull. "Got it," she said listlessly.

Lu Yebao picked up the phone and dialed Wen Xi's number. Sorry, the person you're calling is temporarily unreachable. Lu Yebao stopped and dialed again, the same prompt.

"Forget it, let's take a shower first. Lu Yebao stretched his waist.

He returned to the dormitory with his pants on, when suddenly a person, a woman, flashed out of his side. The woman snuggled up to Yebao's chest and pressed Yebao against the bed. Kiss Yebao on the mouth with sexy lips.

Yebao looked at this beautiful face, but it was very unfamiliar.

"Give me one of your books, I'm yours tonight. The woman said coquettishly.

Lu Yebao pushed the woman with his hand, "No matter who you are, go out, this is the boys' dormitory." But accidentally, I dropped my phone.

Wen Xi put down the phone, a trace of bitterness appeared in her heart, she picked up a rag doll, "Dead Lu Yebao, kill you, kill you." ”

But she finally convinced herself to dial Yebao's number, and the result was ...... Unable to connect.

"Ah......h

Yebao was frowning coldly at the woman who threw herself into her arms. But the woman sneered, "You're still accepting this ridiculous rule." But there may be no rules at all in this world. The woman's voice was filled with desperation. "When you hold the rules in your hands as if they were the Bible, perhaps someone else has already destroyed all your defenses by hegemony. ”

"What books do you need?" Lu Yebao asked.

The woman opened the sketch to Lu Yebao.

In the afternoon, in the study room, a strange boy appeared to look for Yebao, he saw Yebao, and without saying a word, he left five red fingerprints on Yebao's face, and said, "This is for all the brothers who protect Wenxi."

In front of the whole class, Yebao acted as if nothing had happened.

The boy quickly punched again and said, "This is for Wen Xi."

"Hey, you're enough!" Some of the students in the class began to lose their seats.

The boy threw an envelope to Lu Yebao domineeringly, and said, "Wen Xi asked me to pass it on to you, you'd better not go to her again in the future!"

On the envelope was Wen Xijuanxiu's font, and three words were written on it: "Ye Bao Qi."

Lu Yebao gritted his teeth, tore open the colorful envelope, and took out beautiful colored paper from it, on which was neatly written by Wen Xi and his line: "Lu Yebao, you bastard, I hate you! Don't you want to use such indiscriminate means to drive me away, you let go of such illusions. I have always picked others, others don't want to pick me. This morning, the school arranged for me to be Luo Qi's secretary and go to the United States to attend a seminar together. It will take three or four days to come back. You can't miss me too much these days, last night, you made me shed so many tears, I'll settle accounts with you when I get back, and don't think too much about me." The message was like a needle pricked in Lu Yebao's heart.

Love is a luxury, and Lu Yebao suspects that he is not enough capital, even if it is his heart that he wants to cut off. What man is really willing to give his goddess to another man.

He unconsciously came to the subway station, and people came and went in the subway station, coming and going, coming out and going in. No one knows anyone here, and everyone travels from place to place for their own purposes. This makes Yebao wonder where life is going.

If he loses Wen Xi, what is the purpose of his life?

He got in the car and planned to sit at the end of the station, but he accidentally found that the diary he had sent out had come back at some point. He flipped through it aimlessly, and accidentally saw the phone number of the Peace Hotel.

"Hey?" a female voice came from the other end of the line.

"Is it okay to go to you?" asked Yebao weakly.

"Where are you?" the female voice asked

"The Old City God's Temple at the bottom station of Line 3" Yebao replied.

"Wait for me there" The phone hung up.

Yebao walked out of the subway and passed by a man who was wearing an old military coat and carrying a long knife on his back. That thick killing intent stimulated Yebao's memory. It was him, and when he looked back, the door was closed. The man with the knife on his back looked up, and Yebao saw a cloud of darkness in his eyes.

"There is no light in his eyes at all," Yebao froze in place.

Suddenly, a hand slapped on Yebao's shoulder, and when he saw her behind him, he was sure that it was the woman who answered the phone

The woman wears a ponytail, a few bangs on her forehead, and her eyebrows are verdant, and she looks like she has a faint pink makeup. Women don't have time to show off their appearance, and there is a sense of being able and free all over their bodies.

"Come with me." She said simply, "It's best to close your eyes." ”

"Why?" Yebao wondered

The woman didn't answer, turned and walked out. When Yebao walked out of the tunnel with her, her eyes were shocked.

A man, his hands cut off in unison, had a frightened look in his eyes, as if he had seen a yaksha...... The floor was red one by one, one after the other, in different forms, but the woman in front of her was blind, and only walked briskly through the gaps between the corpses.

After walking a few steps, another corpse caught Yebao's gaze. He took a deep breath and looked at the white eyes that stared at him. This man seemed to have participated in a bloody battle, and he had been hit by countless knives in his body, leaving countless bloody holes, his mouth had obvious marks of being cut, and his jaw was about to fall, as if he would fall if he touched it lightly.

"Cruel!" Yebao muttered quietly.

"And appreciate the time, at this rate, we won't be able to go back when it's dark. The woman said, looking outside.

Lu Yebao also looked out. A hill made of corpses, standing there in the sun, just like the real Huangquan Road, Lu Yebao felt a burst of gloomy bones.

"It had to be him. The man. Lu Yebao thought

The woman was moved by a little compassion, and she came up and patted him, "Let's go." She whispered.

"You're not afraid?" asked Yebao

"What do you think I'm supposed to be, scream or exclaim, I'm used to it." The woman said.

"Habit?" Yebao looked at this bustling city and felt incredible.

"My husband also died under the same knife." The woman also raised her voice." It's a killing city, a killing city like a fake, I'm used to it, it's like eating and sleeping, let's go." The woman continued to walk in the direction of a beautiful city that had crossed a physical body.

Yebao stopped talking, and moved his feet with difficulty, stepping over the bloody things under his feet, maybe it was difficult to live.