"Stop him!" a clear cry came from behind him, with an unmistakable commanding tone.

An unfamiliar voice!

Another one!

I didn't look back, nor did I "obey" the order to reach out and pull the crimson robed young man in front of me - the brother behind me, who are you, why should I listen to your orders?

"You!" the man behind him was like a ghost, and his voice instantly came to my ears, shining on my back, in a tone of disgust, annoyance, and ice, "Let you stop him, deaf?"

I never expected that there would be such an arrogant and unreasonable person in this world, who spoke rudely and acted ruthlessly, and pushed me so hard that I staggered forward!

"Be careful, Miyi!" Kazama rushed over, stretched out his hand to hold me, and did not forget to turn around and say, "What man!

Tweed and Phantom flapped their wings and rushed to my side, moving faster than Kazama, but because they didn't know the situation, and they didn't know whether the comer was friend or foe, they just approached me, with a suspicious look on their faces.

"Let go. The stranger behind him let out a low roar, and the two words oozes a chill.

I steadied myself and looked back.

Forget Yan and Long Ring are holding a black-robed young man on the left and right. The black blue dagger of the dragon ring was pressed against the neck of the black-robed young man.

The young man's face was pale, his black hair was dancing wildly, his expression was stagnant, and the whites of his eyes could not be seen in a pair of dark eyes. When I looked back at him, he was looking up and facing my face.

As soon as I met his eyes, my scalp tightened, and the chill on my back spread like leaf veins. I was a withered leaf in front of him, crumbling - just a boy without the whites of his eyes, how could I be so scared that I had never seen any monster along the way?

"Miyi, what's wrong?" Kazama noticed my strangeness, and his hands were strong, supporting me as I was about to lose my balance.

Xiao Yi was careful and alert, he had already seen the clues, and knew that the person who came was not good, so he spread his wings and rushed towards the black-robed young man.

"It's fine. I whispered, looking at the black-robed young man in front of me, trying to calm the fear and shock in my heart—who was this person?

"Tell you to let go. The black-robed boy ordered again. The voice was idle, cold and slow, and the four words were like big dark snowflakes, blooming in the air one after another, and falling one after another.

I stared at his face, his lips were completely still, how the voice came out - it turned out that he was wearing a mask!

He actually wore a mask!

He's hiding his true face!

Long Ring was disdainful, and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Forgetting to say something, he looked at the black-robed young man in front of him, his clear eyes were very focused, as if he was thinking about something.

The last snowflake finally fell with the last word "open" of the black-robed young man. I saw the black-robed young man tilt his head, and at the same time stretched out his slender hand, pinched the dagger of the dragon ring with two fingers, and raised his hand, as if brushing a willow leaf, the dagger flew out and plunged into the dark unknown.

The whole action is done in one go, and it is extremely beautiful, which makes people can't help but cheer secretly, but it also makes people tremble - this person is a powerful character.

Long Jie's face was stunned, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously let go of the black-robed young man, and rushed towards the direction where the dagger was thrown.

"Forget it, you won't let go of him!" Kazama screamed, worried.

I fixed my eyes and looked, and at some point, the cluster of bloodthirsty red branches that had been broken off in the hand of the dragon ring actually reached the hands of the black-robed young man. I saw the young man pinching the red branch in his fingertips, and sneered softly behind the mask. The red branch struggled to get rid of it, and when it failed, it twisted viciously, trying to plunge the tip of the branch into the black-robed boy's hand. However, the young man did not know whether he had the intention to show off, but he saw that his fingers were turning and very flexible, and the red branch could not succeed at all. And forgot to speak, but never let go of the black-robed young man, just silent, as if his doubts had not been solved.

The black-robed boy's masked face opened in my direction—he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at how far the crimson-robed boy had galloped behind me.

"Snort!" the black-robed young man finally got impatient, let out a soft cry behind the mask, and with a twist of his fingers, a large cluster of red branches instantly turned to ash in his hand. He dusted off his fingers, and the dust fell in a frenzy.

"Huh?" I seemed to hear the young man ask softly behind the mask, and he raised his fingers of the twisted red branch in front of him, stopping in front of his own black eyes.

I could see clearly that there were red blood stains on his pale fingers—the red branch was crushed into powder, but the blood in the red branch, my blood, remained on the hand of the black-robed young man.

The boy's hand got closer and closer, and later, I didn't know if he was looking or smelling.

That's my—of—blood.

I closed my mouth and felt the cold hairs on my body stand on end.

The black-robed young man no longer paid attention to the words that had not yet let go, raised his head, raised his hand, turned his neck, and faced us with an expressionless mask, and the bottomless black hole eyes slowly slid across our faces.

"Whose blood is this?" the voice behind the mask sounded again, unexpectedly soft. It's like a rope hanging down from a dark ice cave, shaking, encouraging, climb up, climb up, it's light and warmth.

I was bewitched, and I leaned forward uncontrollably. Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in his hand, and the sound in his ears was like a mosquito and a fly: "Don't move!

What is "brushed" on the back is a layer of cold sweat: I don't know who the other party is, what is the intention?

I took a breath and steadied.

Seeing that no one answered, the black-robed young man raised his hand and threw out the forgotten words that had grabbed him, even more easily and casually than the dagger that threw out the dragon ring just now.

The wind didn't care about me, so he ran in the direction he had forgotten to throw.

"Don't go, don't leave me behind!" The black-robed young man faced me with an expressionless face, his voice was gentle, almost pleading, "Look what this is?"

As soon as my chest was hot, I felt tender and drunk, and almost blurted out: "I'm not leaving, I'm staying with you!"

There was a sudden heat in my forehead, which burned me, and I suddenly woke up: where was he talking to me, he was holding the young man in the scarlet robe behind me.

The young man in the scarlet robe ran past me just now, if he had the heart, he would have run away a long time ago, hasn't he left for half a day?

I couldn't help but be curious, and when I looked back, this guy not only didn't run far, but at some point, he actually stood behind me, silently, I didn't even know it!

"Oh!" the crimson-robed boy didn't watch out for me to turn around suddenly, and the tip of my nose almost hit his, he coughed lightly and flashed backwards.

That's when I saw him clearly.

What a handsome young man! With thick eyebrows, bright eyes, arrogant expression, chic and extraordinary, there is an indescribable spirit of a king.

I looked at him intently, and he looked at me unceremoniously, and the two did not speak.

This face, this bearing, is really annoying, if you have to find something wrong, it is the young man's bright eyes, looking too unscrupulous, and his eyes are slightly drooping, adding a touch of innocent childishness to his kingly demeanor. Also, he is a young man, he wears white and blue is not very good, but he wears a crimson robe, which is crimson, how to say, it seems to shroud him in layers of petals, showing a little delicate.

Well, I'll admit it, he's a moving teenager.

But no matter how touching it is, what does it have to do with me and us? It's just two awkward teenagers. All we have to do now is bypass them and continue our journey.

But hell, my eyes couldn't take my eyes off the strange two who had descended from the sky: who were they, what were they going to do, what did the meeting here and now portend?

The crimson-robed young man's gaze finally took his eyes off my face and looked at the black-robed young man—at least the former was not wearing a mask, and he was much more open than the latter.

I saw many contradictory expressions in the eyes of the young man in the scarlet robe, such as disgust, love, determination, and struggle, but he never spoke.

The dragon ring, retrieved his dagger, forgot to speak, Kazama, and Xiao Tween and Xiao Fan, gradually approached, but somehow, it was like a stage, and on the huge stage, there were only two protagonists: those two weird teenagers. Those of us are all reduced to the background, our faces blurred, and our shadows are full of shadows.

The water in this well of eternity seems strange in more than a little bit.

Do you want to pass through this well water, you have to watch this play first?

I looked at the two teenagers in front of me, my heart was a little dirty, but also a little joyful, I don't know why this happened, as if I felt that these two teenagers were buried in some secrets, and those secrets seemed to be related to me.

(Am I too narcissistic?)

"If you don't say hello, you'll disappear without a trace......" The black-robed young man began to accuse the other party, his face expressionless, but his voice was full of resentment.

The scarlet-robed boy was silent.

"You appeared in my life, did you wait for today, take my heart, and disappear again? everything was premeditated, right?" The black-robed young man couldn't wait for the scarlet-robed young man's answer, and continued to question.

The scarlet-robed boy remained silent. There was a flash of compassion in his eyes.

"I'm a ghost, you're human, I knew early on that you were approaching me with some kind of purpose, but...... But...... Who in this world can resist you? Who can keep a single inch of their heart instead of being devoted to you? Haha...... I lost, I actually planted it in your hands!" The black-robed young man seemed to forget that there were several onlookers around him, and it seemed that only the scarlet-robed young man was left in the heavens and the earth, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Gah!" Kazama couldn't hold back, and let out a strange laugh from his mouth. She was laughing at the two men.

I bent my arm and stabbed her with my elbow. Although I didn't understand the conversation between the two of them, and I felt sour, somehow, I always felt that under the mask of the black-robed young man was a tearful face - he fell in front of this kingly scarlet robe boy, and inexplicably felt that he was a little pitiful.

The young man in the scarlet robe was still pursed - he was still able to remain silent in the midst of such a moving accusation, he was either hard-hearted or dumb.

“...... You don't want to go...... I've been lonely for almost two thousand years, and I can't stand it anymore without you...... What do you want me to do? Do you want me to cut out my heart and show you? Where do I still have a heart, it has already been taken away by you, and only an empty heart is left, do you want to see it clearly?" The black-robed young man couldn't get a response from the scarlet robe, and he couldn't bear it anymore, so he suddenly went crazy and stretched out his hand to insert it into his heart!

The scarlet-robed young man stretched out his hand and separated the black-robed young man's hand.

The black-robed boy poked his arm out and grabbed the hand.

The scarlet-robed young man's arm shrank, his body flashed, and he turned around to leave.

My brain was hot, completely uncontrollable, and I grabbed at the scarlet-robed boy with a tilt of my body—oh my God, what am I doing?

With a slip of my fingertips, I touched something, and I didn't know if it was the boy's hair or something else, so I pulled it and ripped off the scarlet turban tied on the head of the scarlet boy!

The scarlet-robed boy let out a suppressed exclamation and turned to look back.

"Ah!!" I froze as if I had seen a ghost, and my turban slipped to the ground.

The crowd of onlookers behind him was also instantly silenced.