(Cat flutter Chinese) "You're nothing more than that little, who doesn't know?" Jing Che sneered, his voice twisted into a ball of soft satin, and there were needles hidden in the satin, vicious and sarcastic poking people's hearts.

And the strength in his hand was still just right, and he leaned over his face and carefully twisted a copper slag out of the flesh.

A calm rhetorical question blocked his suspicions, and Baili Kazama smiled at the empty darkness in front of him. Whenever he felt that there was something wrong with the red dress, her reaction was flawless.

The shadow shrouded his entire handsome face, and his expression was usually calm and unhurried, with a little bit of the vicissitudes of lead washing: "Yes, it's nothing more than that bit of." ”

The remembrance in his tone was undisguised, and Jing Che just wiped the blood on his back calmly, and his knuckles trembled slightly.

She knew that at this moment they were sharing the same memories, remembering the same, broken like old silk, and the drum was vulnerable in the wind.

And what made Jing Che feel incredible was that she had always thought that the hundred-year-long life between the hundred miles of wind was like a net that was not fettered, and only he and Yu Xi were carried in the net, and most of the remaining trivial memories could not stay in the net, and they leaked out as soon as the wind blew.

But apparently, he remembered more than she had imagined.

She laughed at herself, thinking that maybe Ah Che was indeed still in that net, just hanging on the edge and crumbling, half-dead, and when he recalled her, he would have a sad prefix - the murderer of his new wife, so with an indelible hatred, he would remember it over time.

"Red." His voice refracted from the stone wall, a short two-word tone lazy.

"Huh?"

"Look at the ground."

The movement of his hands stopped, and his gaze was thrown over his shoulder to the ground in front of him. I saw muddy footprints floating on the cyan stone bricks, half, one, two...... Meander forward in turn.

With a "pop", the wind immediately broke his sleeve, and a fine copper slag with blood between the long fingertips of the onion sharply pierced the air and chased it, but it was unimpeded all the way over the footprints, drawing a complete and sharp arc, and it only stopped when it hit the wall.

No one was moving, and the footprints on the ground still appeared one by one at the original speed, as if there was an invisible and seductive guide. The footprints reached the stone wall and there was no way, but they turned a corner and climbed up the wall against the law.

"Could it be that there is a road behind this wall...... "Baili Feng put back his robe and stood up, just as he wanted to go over and find out.

"Wait!" Jing Che looked around and suddenly stopped him with unusual seriousness.

Baili Kazama thought that she had made some major discovery, and Masasei looked back at her.

"Wen Wan is gone?"

After saying a few words, Jing Che was already out of breath, and even the tail note was swallowed back alive. It occurred to her that she hadn't seen Wen Wan since she got up, and it seemed that Baili Kazama had also said this...... It's just that Fang Cai was too focused on fighting wits with him, busy remembering her insignificant past, and carelessly ignored the changes around her.

Hearing this, he was slightly stunned and laughed dumbly, this woman who has always been sharp is a little cute when she is confused.

The corners of his mouth were moving, and Jing Che glared at him angrily: "You shut up." ”

Baili Fengjian smiled and narrowed his eyes, and there was a moment of distraction at the bottom of his eyes. He approached, swept his hands over the face, looked condescendingly at the spotless mask, his fingers stuck in her chin with a little hesitation, and then pressed her lips together with force, forced to bulge.

It's kind of funny.

His hand strength was unusually strong, and Jing Che was so stunned that he forgot to struggle.

He looked at it for a long time, and a little cold appeared in his eyes inexplicably, and then he suddenly let go of his hand and said, "Heh, if it's like a little more, I'm afraid it's the same." ”

Jing Che staggered back and raised his hand to wipe his chin vigorously, as if he had something dirty. She stood still, and the corners of her mouth slowly hooked up a flirtatious smile: "In my opinion,"

"Luckily, it's a little bit off."

The words were a little ambiguous and provocative, but they stopped abruptly without any follow-up.

Baili Kazama naturally knew what she meant. It is true that as she said, if it was not a little bit worse, how could he fall into an inexplicable ambiguity with Hongyi.

Except for Ah Che, all the women in the world are the same. But Baili Kazuma has never delved into why he would play with fire with this woman who is very similar to Ah Che.

The wind blows in from the depths, lingering around the corners of people's clothes, rising and falling again and again.

"Click," "Click," "Click," in the silence, something seeped down from the rock wall overhead, smashing between the wreckage of a pile of broken bronze mirrors.

Both of them looked up, only to see that the footprints had climbed to the top of their heads, began to deform, half of them fell down, and half of them surrounded the original bronze mirror. p>

Conspiracy to smash the seeds and punish them only >

It was as if a spell was being drawn, and when the circle closed, the ancient spell activated, and the sand and gravel around it began to fall sparsely downward, indicating that something was about to happen.

It's just that this time there was no unexpected landslide and ground cracking, and the sensation was short and tight, only kicking up a cloud of dust. After calming down, Baili Kazama and Jing Che poked their heads to look, only to see a dark pit on the ground, swallowing up the remains of the original bronze mirror and the sand from the sloping rock on the top.

"Let's go down and have a look." Baili Fengma said firmly.

"You don't have spiritual power, and you want to join in the fun?" Jing Che raised his eyes and asked defiantly.

In fact, she didn't want to go down to find out, she preferred to go back the same way, find the live worm, and then go back to the ghost village.

"Red, don't let go of any place that might be an exit." The tone is unhurried, and it is irrefutable without much to say.

"Don't you give up," Jing Che sneered, "and I want to go out again, and I want to stretch the line and get along with the people of the ghost village." ”

Baili Fengma turned his head to see that she didn't speak, the corners of his lips smiled elegantly, and he asked calmly, "You really can't go down?" ”

Ridicule is ridicule, after all, this temptation of a way out is in front of him, and Jing Che can't give up: "I'll go down first, if there's nothing unusual down there, I'll come back and take you down." ”

As soon as the words fell, the man jumped down.

Baili Fengma shook his head helplessly, this kind of life as a drag oil bottle and having to listen to other people's commands is really embarrassing.

It's been a long time since the slight and agile sound of the ground, but there was no movement at all.

The fox in the wind of Baili became suspicious and leaned down to look down. The pit was dark and swarthy, and there were faint fragments of light folded up, which were also the slag of the bronze mirror.

"Red?"

His deep voice came down, and the emptiness echoed out in several layers. Cat flutter Chinese