Qingluan yawned.

"Suddenly a little sleepy."

“...”

"Qingluan, do you really want to participate in the year competition?" Angel rummaged through the list on the document, and her eyes finally fixed on the familiar two words, "Hey, the protagonist also participated!" Qingluan, you're going to meet the protagonist in the game! ”

"There's no way she's not going to participate." Qingluan propped up her cheeks and replied listlessly.

When Angel heard this, she thought about it and nodded in agreement, "It makes sense, this is also part of the main line." ”

"Hmm..."

"Then you won't get the first place." Angel's eyes were full of sympathy as she looked at Qingluan.

“...”

Suddenly there was a gust of wind outside the window.

It was getting dark.

When I looked closely, I realized that the sky was already cloudy.

"Hey, is it going to rain?" Angel noticed the sky outside the window and said in surprise, "It's still a sunny day just now, this weather is really changing!" ”

"The wind is blowing."

Qingluan suddenly spoke.

The dead crow leaning against the window looked up and glanced at Qingluan.

The wind grew stronger.

The leaves and branches of the trees kept shaking, the dead leaves flew down one after another, and the clothes and robes of the figures under the trees were also hunted by the wind.

Hey.

The laughter of a teenager.

Standing under the tree, Shen Wuyin brushed his messy hair and raised his head.

At some point, a young man squatted on the tree, thin white, snow-colored skin, and bright and moist blue-purple eyes.

"You...?" Shen Wuyin looked at the strange boy who suddenly appeared, and his voice froze.

"Changling."

The boy's voice was soft and clean, "My name is Changling." ”

God has no sound and no echo.

From the body of this young man in white, she felt a different aura fluctuation, this power...

It's the exact opposite of her.

It's killing.

"Where's your technique?" The god was silent, calm and composed.

"Ze doesn't want to come out today."

Unexpectedly, the boy smiled on his face and spoke in a soft tone.

"Ze?"

Shen Wuyin noticed the name in the boy's mouth, the single word called "Ze"?

"Hello, first meeting." When Shen Wuyin was still thinking about the identity of "Ze", the young man greeted with a smile on his face, and his tone was natural as if he was greeting his friend.

"This is not the place to talk, please come with me."

The boy said softly.

"I think it's nice here." Shen was silent and his expression remained unchanged, allowing his long hair to fly in his robe.

"That's because you haven't noticed it yet."

"What do you mean?"

"This place is already full of eyes." The boy held up a finger, his moist blue-purple eyes glowing with a moving sheen.

As his last word fell, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed.

The blazing sun burst through the clouds and into the earth.

In an instant, the light reflects a dazzling sheen.

Shen Wu's eyes shrank.

The moment just now was just a moment, but it was enough for her to see clearly. The luster was silver threads, tens of thousands of silk threads intertwined in every corner of the surroundings.

"This is..."This is. What is it...

"Shh

The young man's blue and purple pupils overlapped with the purple gold in a trance, bewitching and amazing, "Don't pay attention, you will be discovered." ”

God was silent and did not speak.

These strange and strange silk threads are all over the inner courtyard, and no one notices...

If it weren't for the boy's warning, she would never have noticed it.

Just thinking about it like this, Shen Wuyin only felt a chill rise behind him.

This... Whose handiwork is it?

And the people in this city don't realize what kind of danger they are in at this moment.

"Now, can you talk in a different place?" The young man's smile was gentle, like a spring breeze.

“...”

Shen Wuyin paused, and the golden pupils turned to the young man in white, "Let's go." ”

"Please come with me."

The boy laughed.