"Arlo."

His voice came from afar.

Ethereal and illusory.

"Be my killer."

Wow.

The young woman opened her eyes, and the leaves swayed slightly.

"Awake?" Han Zhan under the tree heard the movement and raised his head slightly, "It's really rare, Ah Luo, you actually fell asleep." ”

The quiet woods were empty, with no birds or animals, no other breath, only the white moonlight and the unbridled evening breeze. It was only as the woman on the tree tree became sober that the forest was gradually surrounded by lilac smoke.

"It's weird."

Ah Luo turned over and sat up, and the bell on her body made a jingling sound with her movements.

"I actually had a dream."

"Huh?" Han Zhan looked at her, "What kind of dream is it?" ”

"I don't know."

He was met with a soft laugh from a woman.

Mixed with the sound of jingling bells.

Floating in the empty forest, there is a faint echo.

Jingle bells.

The crisp sound of bells echoed in my ears.

The clouds and mist were misty, and it was vaguely as if I saw a familiar figure with my back to me, and the long hair like iceberg snow fluttered gently with the breeze, "Ah Luo." Suddenly, the figure with his back to him spoke slowly.

"What kind of killer do you want to be?"

Suddenly his gaze shifted.

The purple-eyed girl sitting on the swing tilted her head, and her white and clean little face showed a trace of doubt, "What kind of killing?" ”

"Hmm."

His voice was soft.

In the clouds, it is a little more unreal.

"Hmm," the girl thought about it seriously and said, "Ah Luo wants to be a killer that makes you proud!" ”

The lilac eyes that looked at him seemed to deepen their color for a moment.

"The strongest killing!"

Crash.

Ziqiao suddenly woke up and subconsciously looked around.

The familiar ceiling, the familiar walls, this is the hotel room where she usually settles, and there are faint street lamps and the occasional talking voice from passers-by outside the window, is it a dream?

But...

Why is there a dream where the black killer Ah Luo looked like when he was a child?

She'd never seen it before.

And the figure with his back to him.

Familiar gray hair...

"What's wrong?" A sudden fluctuation came through my mind.

It's Xiya's voice.

"Ah, it's okay... I just had a very strange dream..."Ziqiao smiled, but his heart was stunned.

Is that really a dream?

"Nightmares?" Xi Li's voice was still cold and flat.

"It should be..."Ziqiao lowered her head and hesitated in her mind, "That... Xi Li, can I ask you a more personal question? ”

"You say."

“... Did you know each other before? After a pause, Ziqiao asked cautiously.

“....”

There was silence.

Seeing this, Ziqiao touched the back of her head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, it's a question I asked that is too strange!" Xi Li, don't take it to heart! "Recognize." Xi Ya suddenly spoke.

“... Hey?! Ziqiao was stunned.

Xi Li answered?!

Without waiting for Ziqiao to come back to his senses, the purple light belonging to Xi Ya faded and gradually disappeared.

Forehead...

Sure enough, I don't want to continue to talk about the topic of "Black Killer Luo".

Ziqiao scratched her messy hair, and her thoughts drifted back to the dream she had just had.

Why do you have such strange dreams? Or, this is not her dream at all, so whose dream is it?

Such a real dream is more suitable for memories than memories.

What was the relationship between Xi Ya and Hei Kill Ah Luo before?

"Oh, I don't want to!!"

Zi Qiao patted her cheek and shook her head to shake away the messy thoughts in her mind, "Sleep, sleep!" ”