The red glow gradually recedes, the sun sets, the ripples on the water surface ripple slightly, and the night becomes thicker.

The bow of the ship lit an oil lamp, and I took out the night pearl and put it in the cabin to brighten it, and the night wind blew slowly, and I opened the curtain a little, and saw a crescent moon like a silver bud, hanging shallowly in the sky.

The stove in the warehouse is slightly burning, the crockpot is fragrant, and a pot of beautiful soup is boiling. Xiao Bai took a Persian carpet from his precious bag and spread it on the bottom of the cabin as a carpet, and took a luminous cup, a glass cup, a bead plate, and a tooth bowl for use.

I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at what it was in that bag. Love money is enjoyable, but thanks to it, this journey is comfortable and fast.

In the past two years, the war between the West and the Far East has intensified, and even I have heard of it even in the mountains and forests.

The most outrageous thing is that Ahri was also involved in this war.

Ahri is dead.

Ahri should be the first demon I met who died for love. I've always thought she was stupid, not like a demon. And Ahri's departure made me easily forgive Xiaobai. If the demon wants to live quickly, he should be like Xiaobai, clever and selfish, but he can easily please me.

However, what happened half a year ago is still embarrassing when I think about it now.

I'm not interested in these fights and killings. No matter how hard it fights outside, the inside of the wordless building is always calm as usual, and the lost forest in the center is always a lost forest. I don't think I can even understand the thoughts of these righteous men, even if there is a war, it will not affect the inn, either because the forest itself is a bloody land, or because there is a big demon in the forest.

The great demon that makes the human race fearful.

Yeqi settled in this forest more than a year ago, or even earlier. Maybe it's because it's a borderless land, or maybe there's a lot of demons living in this forest.

The struggle between these men is nothing more than money and land, and magic and magic, nothing more than arranging troops and joining forces in vertical and horizontal formations, all of which are things that I am not interested in. Either I lived a detached life, or the life in the mountains had worn out my desires, and my daily life was nothing more than blowing the wind in the valley, drinking tea, taking care of my husband, who was suffering from eye disease, and cherishing the few remaining hours.

One day, Yeqi suddenly asked me to save a woman for him.

The palace where Yeqi lived was also in this forest that covered the sky and the sun, only two hundred miles away from the inn. The thick shade covers the sky, contains fishy spitting, poisonous insects and beasts are everywhere, and there is a dangerous breath everywhere. I thought that this place had become more like a place of demon gathering than the land of empty mulberry demon gathering in a short period of time, and it was not as pleasant as the begonia flower forest where Yeqi lived at the beginning. Looking up at the sky, the sky that day was not very clear, the gray sky was flying with mournful white birds, and the luxurious demon palace was like a huge tomb in this oppressive atmosphere, which made people panic.

That woman was the couple I met when I left Biancheng for Lijing Mountain. The woman was dignified and elegant, with a pair of soft eyes, while the man was burly and strong, and the centipede-like scar on his face immediately made me recognize that he was the man with an unnatural smile and grinning teeth.

I still remember the woman's gentle appearance at the beginning, but when I said goodbye, the pair of soft eyes lost their brilliance, so empty that it made people's hearts chill, her face was blue, her limbs were stiff like a corpse, like a puppet that had lost her soul, and what was even more strange was that she was not dead yet, but she had already begun to grow corpse spots on her body.

The man has lost his former majesty, but what has not changed is the tenderness for his wife. Just like the tenderness I saw my wife for him. I think I'm easily touched by this kind of little love, not to mention, the night qi is kind to me.

Later, I heard that Ahri had died, and the cause of death was that he used the blood pact to block a fatal knife for Luo Jian. I think it's really suitable for this stupid cat demon's death.