In the cold night, it was already the fourth watch.

The chill between heaven and earth is heavier, and the color of loneliness is more intense.

If the rootless prodigal son who wanders in a foreign land, if he has not fallen asleep at this time, he must be very lonely, lonely, and painful.

She was more miserable.

The tears were gone, and the tear stains on the cheeks had dried.

There was already a sound of snoring in the distance, as if it was coming from the edge of the dark sky, and the darkness was lonely and empty.

Someone in the cold wind has called, "When it is ugly, it is cold." ”

The husband craned his neck, knocked once, and yelled once.

Yang Qing dodged from afar, sticking to the corner of the wall from afar, the cold wind was fluttering, and the bell on her body rang violently.

The husband walked up to him slowly, and the smile on his cheeks was extremely cold, evil, and weird.

"When it's ugly, it's cold."

When he called out this sentence, he seemed to want to tell Yang Qing about his loneliness and emptiness.

Yang Qing clung to the corner of the wall and gritted her teeth silently.

The man smiled more fiercely and viciously, a fragment of peanuts was vaguely left at the corner of his mouth, his tightly constricted neck slowly stretched out, and his eyes seemed to be shining.

The cat on the tiles was still screaming.

"Do you know why that cat barks?"

This person was not fighting, staring at Yang Qing's body and staring at the tender white neck, as if he was very enjoyable.

Yang Qing suddenly pushed him away and rushed forward with all his might, wouldn't it be even darker ahead?

Running hard, I don't want to stop for a moment.

In the cold wind, you can vaguely hear the sound of watching, "When it is ugly, it is cold." ”

Yang Qing suddenly hid in a corner and gasped.

Eighty percent of the killers in the rivers and lakes have come, how many people are eighty percent of the killers?

This sentence was said by Shuxiang, she doesn't look like a liar, and she won't say it to Wusheng.

The watchman had disappeared, but there was the sound of someone snoring in the cold wind.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth and looked everywhere, there was no one, and it was only dark in the night.

Maybe I'm really tired and thinking about it too much.

She sat down limply, and suddenly jumped up again, and she noticed something soft under her ass.

Yang Qing suddenly jumped up.

Screams could be heard below, but no words were spoken.

Yang Qing suddenly dodged far away, and left far away, she was about to collapse, she was about to go crazy.

At this moment, a broken lamp suddenly floated not far away.

This residual lamp looks like a pearl in the night, and there is a snow-white water tank underneath.

Yang Qing suddenly turned around and ran into the distance, but she threw herself into someone's arms.

Snow-white hair, snow-white hands, snow-white gown, snow-white cheeks, snow-white eyes, snow-white teeth, everything is snow-white.

It doesn't look like a human being, and it doesn't look like a ghost.

It's Meng Po.

Meng Po already smiled, "It's so good to see you." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, and every muscle in her body suddenly trembled, and suddenly there was no trace of strength.

She couldn't take it anymore.

A hand could be vaguely felt touching on his body, Yang Qing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, "You kill me, I can't stand you." ”

Meng Po smiled, smiled and stretched out her finger.

The remnant lamp was still shaking, and Meng Po did not appreciate her fingers, but she was appreciating the shadow of her fingers, like the stumps of a dead tree not far away, slender but pitch black.

"Why don't you open your eyes."

Yang Qing was silent.

"I can give you benefits."

Yang Qing was silent.

If this person has any benefit to others, then it is strange.

"You don't look at me? Are you afraid of me? ”

Yang Qing was silent.

She couldn't stand this monster anymore, but why didn't this monster kill herself?

"I can make you die quickly."

Yang Qing was silent, already waiting.

Meng Po smiled, and the smile suddenly disappeared, the water tank disappeared, and the residual lamp disappeared.

The laughter has drifted away, and the cold night is even more lonely and cold.

Yang Qing opened her eyes and stared at the cold night.

Already on fire in a silent street? It's not far away.

The man was crying, and there was a brazier in front of his body, and he was holding the fire paper in his hand and putting it inside, and there were many more behind him.

Yang Qing walked over slowly, and this person seemed to be very sad.

No matter who you are, crying in this night, there must be a lot of pain and sorrow.

The man's body was already shaking, as if it was very fierce and violent.

"Is there anything sad about you?"

The man was silent.

The snow-white filial piety cloth was already shaking in the cold wind, but he didn't look up at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing caressed this person's body, "No matter what sad things are, you have to pay attention to your body, right?" ”

The man was silent.

Grabbing them one by one, the cold wind swept by, and before the fire paper could be burned out, it was swept away by the cold wind and rolled towards the dark sky.

"It's freezing, and you wear so little clothes, it's easy to get sick."

Yang Qing's pity was even stronger.

The man was silent, and kept crying, but he did not wipe away his tears.

Yang Qing sighed deeply and hugged this person in her arms, because she was also sad, and she would cherish people who were more sad than herself.

This is perhaps the common problem of the vast majority of people who are sad and sad.

She hugged the man, but she was thinking about lifelessness in her heart.

"Wusheng, where are you? I'm so scared, I'm really scared of ....... She couldn't help but call.

The man slowly raised his head and glanced at Yang Qing.

Yang Qing was suddenly so frightened that even the voice of the call had disappeared, "You ......." ”

The man's body was still shaking, his voice was still crying, but there was not a trace of crying on his cheeks, not a tear.

There were no tears, and the man was actually smiling.

Why is he smiling?

Yang Qing didn't understand, every muscle in her body seemed to be stiff and cold, and she couldn't give birth to a trace of strength at all.

"Who are you?"

The man looked at Yang Qing, and then continued to burn the paper, "My name is Night Prime." ”

"Nightshade?"

Yang Qing stared at the night primrose and was silent.

Nightshade smiled, "Why are you holding me?" ”

Yang Qing was silent. Staring at the brazier, the paper in the brazier was faintly burning, not violent.

"I know you must be thinking about another person? Isn't it? ”

Yang Qing was silent.

"Are you thinking about lifelessness?"

Yang Qing stared at Nightshade, "You ......." ”

Nightshade stared at the brazier, crying even more sadly, but the smile on her cheeks was even stronger.

"Do you know who I'm burning paper for?"

Yang Qing didn't understand and was silent.

"I'm burning paper money for Wusheng." Nightshade cried more fiercely and viciously, but the smile on her face was more intense and crazy.

It's really weird people.

The more I cried, the more cheerful the smile on my face.

Yang Qing tried to breathe, trying to control herself, making her thoughts more stable and calmer.

"Do you know how many masters on this long street want to kill Wusheng?"

Yang Qing suddenly stared at Ye Laixiang, "How many people are there?" ”

Nightshade has covered her stomach, as if it is very painful, and it seems to be very happy.

Yang Qing couldn't see whether this person was sad or happy.

Gradually, he fell to the ground, rolling and rolling as if it were more painful, and as if it was more painful.

Yang Qing couldn't stand it nervously, "How many people are there?" ”

Nightshade was silent, vaguely rolling on the cold, hard street.

Yang Qing gritted his teeth, and suddenly pounced, buckled the brazier down his body, and sprinkled a large pile of fire paper on him.

The cold wind was blowing, and Nightshade's body suddenly caught fire, and he jumped up, screaming madly, and ran into the distance.

The sound gradually faded away, and the world became more lonely and lonely.

Yang Qing leaned softly against the cold, hard wall, slipped softly, and sat on the ground.

How many killers are there on The Long Street? What kind of killers are they?

Will there be something wrong with no life? Why do these killers kill lifeless? And who hired so many killers?

Yang Qing stared at the sky, there were no white clouds in the sky, nothing.

In the boundless darkness, Yang Qing tried to hold her stomach, her heart was already crining, and the pain was unbearable.

It was as if she was about to collapse and collapse.

But she vaguely called, "Wusheng, where are you?" I'm so scared, I'm really scared of ....... ”

The screams of pain were heart-wrenching and heartbreaking to hear in the night.

Someone was already sighing in the distance, and a person came over with a snack cart and slowly stopped.

The man moved closer to the fire.

Yang Qing's body gradually became warm, but the pain and sadness on her face did not fade at all.

The man sighed deeply and stared at Yang Qing, "Do you have anything sad?" ”

Yang Qing was silent, staring at this person's smile, she didn't believe that there were any good people on the street, let alone this.

"It's freezing, and you wear so little clothes, it's easy to get sick."

A look of concern had crossed the man's face.

Yang Qing was silent and shrank her body back.

"No matter what hurts, you have to pay attention to your body, right?"

The man picked on the fire, and it became more violent.

Yang Qing stared at the fire, and the expression on her face became sluggish and obsessed.

The man stared at Yang Qing, "Are you hungry?" ”

Yang Qing was silent.

The man smiled, mildly and concernedly, "I'm in a small business. ”

He gestured to the car behind him.

There was a wooden box next to the stove, dark and shiny, and in front of it was an iron pot, and Yang Qing had already smelled the fragrance of bean curd.......

This is indeed a business car, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The man opened the lid of the pot, filled a bowl of bean curd, put the condiments, sprinkled with chopped chives, and then served it to Yang Qing.

His smile was concerned and sincere.

No matter who you are, when you meet such a nice person in the night, you can't help but feel warm.

Yang Qing stared at it and didn't take it.

The man brought the bowl closer, and the smile on his face was gentle.

Yang Qing slowly stretched out his hand, suddenly pushed the person down, hid on the other side of the car, and stared at the person coldly.

The man struggled to get up from the ground, looking distressed, "What are you doing?" ”

Yang Qing stared coldly at his hand, "You don't sell bean curd." ”

The man was silent and stared at Yang Qing.

"Who are you?"

The man seemed to be distressed and silent.

"The hand that sells bean curd will never be so stable, who the hell are you?"

The man smiled, "You can see it." ”

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, jumped over, kicked out, and a pot of bean curd had been kicked over by her, falling towards this person's body.

No matter who you are, as long as you are scalded by this pot of bean curd, you can't stand it.

The pot had been turned over, and the person happened to be on the side, and it didn't burn at all.

The man is laughing, and the hand is stretched out.

Suddenly there was an extra whip in his hand, but his hand did not move, and the whip was already undulating.

Yang Qing was stunned.

The whip writhed and floated like a snake.

The smile on the man's cheek was even stronger, "I'm the Night Wanderer." ”

Yang Qing stared at the night wandering god, "You are also a god?" ”

The man smiled a little sourly, "Yes." ”

"You're on the same level as Wusheng?"

The man nodded, silent.

"You want to duel him?"

The man stopped smiling, and a look of fear appeared on his cheeks, "I'm a killer." ”

The whip writhed in the cold wind, as if a poisonous snake had risen from the ground and fluttered.

Yang Qing slowly retreated, "You want to kill me?" ”

"I'm not going to kill you, I'm going to catch you."

Yang Qing sneered, "You want to use me to kill Wusheng?" ”

The man nodded.

"So despicable, you ......."

Yang Qing suddenly swept up, turned over and retreated sharply.

Suddenly, it fell again, and fell into a man's arms.

Yang Qing suddenly had a smile on her face, a smile of confidence and courage.

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, and the stone statue was silent.

Empty eyes stared at and poked at this person, as if they wanted to stab this person to death on the ground.

The whip was still writhing, and the man had suddenly fallen seven feet into the void.

Yang Qing suddenly couldn't laugh, this person's skills were obviously very good.

The Night Wandering God stared at Wusheng, "The Gun God is lifeless? ”

Silent without life.

"I've been looking for you for a long time."

Silent without life.

The whip suddenly rolled towards the lifeless, and the lifeless did not move.

Yang Qing was already stunned, and the whip had suddenly wrapped around the lifeless body.

The Night Wandering God sneered, sneering, cold and cruel, "The spear god is lifeless? ”

The lifeless stone statue did not move, and the stone statue floated past.

A short knife suddenly appeared in the hand of the Night Wandering God, and the sword flashed brightly, slashing towards the lifeless chest.

When the blade was less than three inches from the chest, the whip suddenly became weak and weak, and the knife slid down softly, and the knife "ding" to the ground.

The Night Wanderer gritted his teeth, stared at Wusheng coldly, and said coldly, "Your gun ......." ”

A bloody hole suddenly appeared in his chest, a bloody hole, and blood suddenly splattered out wildly.

The lifeless stone statue turned around and left like a stone statue.

Yang Qing sighed deeply, "You ......." ”

Silent without life.

"Why did you leave me, I'm so ......."

"I didn't leave you, I've always been by your side."

"But I didn't see you."

Wusheng stared at the pitch black in front of him, and suddenly stood still like a stone statue, "I've always been by your side." ”

Yang Qing didn't believe it, because she hadn't seen it.

"If I hadn't been by your side, Meng Po wouldn't have left."

Yang Qing was silent, and stared ahead, as if there was a person in front of him, and as if there was no one.

"You're still alive?"

"Yes."

"You won't live long."

"Maybe."

"If you meet me, you're going to die."

Silent without life.

The stone statue walked up to the man and stopped at seven feet.

Staring and poking at this person like a gun, this person also stared coldly at Wusheng.

"Do you know who I am?"

"You're dead."

This man was already gasping for breath, staring coldly at lifeless.

"You're ready to make a move."

The man sneered, "I'm not in a hurry. ”

The hand was already lightly gripping the hilt of the sword, and it was not unsheathed.

"You're going to wait for me to make a move?"

Wusheng stared at his sword-holding hand, "Yes, I'm waiting for you to make a move. ”