At dusk, the wind rose.

The sky was overcast, there was a faint thunderstorm, and layers of dark clouds obscured the entire sky.

At this time, it seems that the night is far away.

Sun Wukong walked on an empty long street with a cigarette on his back, his steps were very slow and very steady.

Perhaps because it was about to rain, the vendors along the street closed their stalls early, leaving only a few broken trees and rotten branches, and the ghost wild dogs were left alone, either quietly or panicked.

Sun Wukong's speed is much faster, and he must rush back to Baicaoguan before the rain falls.

Sun Wukong knows how fragile mortal life is, and the girl on his back can't stand it anymore.

However, many times the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes, and it is often the opposite.

When the heavy rain fell on the world at the time of the night, the oval raindrops knocked on the stone slabs and tiled eaves along the street, and the ticking sound was endless.

Sun Wukong stopped on the side of the road, slowly raised his head, and looked at the sky with his deep blackened pupils, and the rain flowed down the folds between his eyebrows into his eyes, and overflowed again, like unstoppable tears.

Sun Wukong knocked on the door closest to him.

"Knock knock...... Knock knock!"

The low, deep sound was still clear to the sound of the rain, but no one responded.

Then, the door was kicked open.

The deadbolt that had been broken in the middle rolled on the ground several times, until now the sky was on one side.

The master heard the commotion, and from the inner bedroom, he saw a monkey covered in blood standing in the room, and a man on his back.

"Ghost~ah!"

The master was so frightened that he ran inside, hurriedly closed the door, and pressed his body against it.

Sun Wukong bent down, put down Yan Xiaowu gently, and then walked out of the house and closed the door.

Sun Wukong let the wind and rain of the wild waves hit his body, and on this empty long street, the blood stains of the day seemed to be washed clean.

house.

"Is that you?"

Yan Xiaowu opened her mouth slightly and asked vaguely.

Outside.

Sun Wukong was lying in the pool of water, his eyes open, staring directly at the darkness above, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of the rain was so long that it seemed to last all night.

......

Yan Xiaowu pulled out a far-fetched smile.

"Probably it's just you, right?"

......

"But, why?" Yan Xiaowu choked.

Pale red tears slowly oozed out of the wound, condensed into a teardrop, hanging down the corners of her eyes, as if they could not fall.

......

The rain stopped in the night.

It's not dawn, but it's still boring and long.

Sun Wukong carried the smoke on his back and walked through the muddy wilderness to the dilapidated little hut.

"Hey, can you promise me one thing?"

On his back, Yan Xiaowu's chin was resting on Sun Wukong's shoulder, his head touching his head, and his weak voice crawled into the monkey's ears, like a bell in the wind.

"Uh......"

Sun Wukong responded speciously, nodding his head, for fear that Yan Xiaowu would not understand what he meant.

Yan Xiaowu pleaded, "Don't die in front of me, okay?"

Sun Wukong's body suddenly froze, he opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say, and he couldn't say anything.

He has no respect for heaven, no fear of God, and his eyes are empty, and he has no scruples.

But now, if he had, he would give this mortal girl eternal life.

"Why don't you speak?"

Yan Xiaowu frowned, as if she had thought of something, and said with a slightly comforting tone: "I know that you are older than me, and I will try to live a little less." ”

When Sun Wukong heard this, he grinned unconsciously, and his steps seemed to be much lighter than before.

......

"Yang Er, we seem to have arrived!"

Yang San looked at the misty and endless mountains in front of him, and patted Yang Jian's back excitedly.

Yang Jian grabbed Yang San's arm, pushed it back with his backhand, squinted at Yang San and said, "I can see it." ”

"Yang Er, 100,000 mountains, we've been walking for three months!"

Yang San was very dissatisfied with Yang Jian's careless attitude, she stood on tiptoe, erected three fingers, and dangled in front of Yang Jian's eyes.

Yang Jian was so upset that he reached out and pressed Yang San's head, passed her and continued to walk forward.

Yang San pouted unhappily and hurriedly followed.

"Yang Er, why did you come to the 100,000 Great Mountain?"

"No reason. ”

Yang San gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Er, can you be a little more perfunctory?"

Yang Jian nodded, "Yes." ”

Yang San: "......"

"Yang Er, do you know how to treat people with sincerity? With your kind of temperament, you may not be able to make friends in this life!"

"This is Beiju Luzhou, and there are monsters everywhere. Yang Jian looked at Xiang Yangsan, "In front of us is the 100,000 mountains, the most chaotic place in the Demon Continent, the place we are going to has no sincerity, and there is no need for sincerity." ”

"......"

Yang San was a little overwhelmed by Yang Jian's gaze, and said weakly: "Yang Er, I really regard you as a friend." ”

"So, maybe it's more appropriate for me to ask you, why did you come to the 100,000 Mountains to find death?" Yang Jian asked coldly.

Yang San said proudly, "I dominate the 100,000 mountains and be the king of all demons!"

Yang Jian squinted at Yang San and did not speak.

Yang San said in shame: "Don't look down on people!"

"Nope. ”

"You know you have it!"

Yang San grabbed Yang Jian's arm and glared at Yang Jian angrily.

Yang Jian looked at Yang San's stubborn and cute face, couldn't help but rub her hair, and said gently: "Remember, there is no sincerity. ”

"Humph!"

Yang San turned his head angrily, and a faint red unconsciously floated on his earlobe.