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Wen Baiyu hid in the dark, looking at Yan Zhuo's table with a somewhat complicated expression, her eyes fell on Yan Zhuo's face, and her mind echoed when they first met.

He was the only audience he had at the time.

Why is it him?

How nice would it be if it wasn't him?

Wen Baiyu retracted the lightless and turned to leave, the blade retracting his sleeve without attracting any attention.

The boy was carrying a guitar case, wearing a white shirt and black trousers, which he wore from the hotel, and walked alone on the side of the street, no one stopped because of him, and those who passed by him were even avoiding him.

The air pressure on Wen Baiyu's body was too low, and his body was gloomy, and it would make people feel uncomfortable as soon as he got close, so the people who passed by him subconsciously stayed away from him.

It rained in the sky, and the sound of the rain became louder and louder, and the voices of the people around were suppressed, and the originally idle steps became hurried, and the sound of Xingrao's complaints could be faintly heard.

"What the hell is this?! It's raining so suddenly?! ”

"Oops! I didn't bring an umbrella, I was really annoyed! ”

Wen Baiyu's pace did not speed up in the slightest, but stopped, and raised his head to let the raindrops hit his face, a little painful.

The woman's threatening words echoed in her ears.

"All your handles are in my hands! You'll never want to get rid of me! That's your life! ”

"If you want them all to die, then you can resist!"

.......

"Don't forget, I raised you! Even your name was given by me! ”

Wen Baiyu's eyes, which were like a pool of stagnant water, finally appeared other emotions, and the pain spread little by little, but it was covered by the owner's closed eyes.

If given the chance, he would rather not have the name.

The three words 'Wen Baiyu' came to him, but they were shackles and burdens.

So, he never liked to tell people his current name.

Suddenly, the raindrops that fell on the face disappeared.

Wen Baiyu opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a very good-looking hand, with ten slender fingers and distinct bones, but his complexion was not normal.

It was such a hand that blocked the falling raindrops for him.

On the back of his hand, which he couldn't see, the terrifying skull broke away from the back of Nangong Thirteen's hand and floated about three or four centimeters away from the back of his hand.

The raindrops that fell seemed to avoid it and fell to one side.

Nangong Thirteen's voice sounded behind Wen Baiyu: "Are you looking for death?" ”

The human body is very weak, and if it rains so coldly, it will definitely catch a cold.

Wen Baiyu is a person who is bent on death, and if he gets sick, he will really die.

"Why are you here?" Wen Baiyu spoke, her voice was already hoarse, and she sounded a little haggard.

Nangong Thirteen lifted the black cloak on his body and covered Wen Baiyu's body, his long fiery red hair was exposed, and it was instantly wet by the falling rain, sticking to his face, blocking most of the words on his face, in this dark rain, if you don't look closer, you can't see it at all.

Wen Baiyu resisted, he didn't want to put on this strange black cloak at all.

"Don't move." Nangong Thirteen spoke, pressed his palm on Wen Baiyu's head, and threatened in a low voice, "If you move again, I will let you go to the underworld dungeon as a guest." ”

Wen Baiyu didn't move, her fingers pinching the edge of the black cloak and wrapping it tightly.

This way of threatening to sparing is really novel.

The first time I heard it.

Also, the cloak on his body, although strange, was really warm.

Dear, this chapter is over, happy reading! ^0^