The first light snow didn't last long.

Another blizzard suddenly arrived, crushing the rising white mist.

On the wasteland, a middle-aged man with an elegant face stood silently, his robe was torn and tattered, as if it had been scraped by thousands of blades.

He didn't have an umbrella, but the snow that covered the sky like feathers and salt automatically avoided it, and he couldn't get on his tattered green shirt.

The snow and ice on the ground at his feet were frozen with a faint red, carefree blood.

But the blood became lighter and lighter, and soon disappeared completely, leaving no trace along with the scattered broken bones and hair, and the person who called the worry-free drunken dream of death seemed to have never appeared.

Xia Ren didn't care about this, and when a black horse galloped from a distance, he reached out and grabbed the rough and rough reins.

The black horse didn't dare to make a mistake, the aura emanating from this elegant middle-aged man frightened it, and it could only bow its head in fear and carefully step on its hooves on the spot.

The black-robed girl on the horse was hugging the horse's neck, her face was very pale, and the layer outside the skin was faintly transparent, like a gray crystal.

The fawnskin boots she was wearing had long since been stained blood-red, and now they were covered in holy frost in the sudden snowfall.

Above the deerskin boots are slender and elastic legs, wrapped in smoky black tight stockings, and the beautiful legs are submerged into the tunic dress, and the belt is a few simple strands of gold thread, outlining the charming and graceful figure.

Her eyes seemed to be immersed in some strange illusion, her lips were a little pale, and she instinctively opened slightly, breathing some heat in the cold air.

"Aunt Thirteen?" Xia Ren shouted softly.

Seeing that the latter did not move, he was not polite, and directly took the big-headed girl off the black horse, reached between her forehead, and the gray aura gathered from her body, gathered into a gray snake, and poured into his fingers.

Another unit can be clicked.

Looking at the fourteen units of energy points displayed in the crimson status bar, Xia Ren couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, thanks to Aunt Thirteen all the way, if it weren't for her continuous absorption of blood mist and transformation of energy points, she didn't know when she would be able to collect so much.

"Huh?" he looked at the fingers of Aunt Thirteen with a look of surprise in his eyes.

At the knuckle of her left little finger, a thin gray line appeared, the texture crossed each other like a buttoned shoelace, but it was irregular and twisted, like a needle and thread sewn by a poorly crafted tailor.

Xia Ren narrowed his eyes, reached out and touched the little finger of the big-headed girl in front of him, it was still smooth and there was no roughness.

I pinched it casually, but I didn't feel a little bumpy feeling, and it seemed that the stitching stitches did not exist under the skin.

If you look closely, the part above the knuckle of the little finger seems to be tied to the body by this stitch, rather than growing naturally.

"Is it the change that occurs after being absorbed into the energy points?" Xia Ren frowned and pondered, he grabbed the left hand of the thirteenth aunt and studied it carefully, but he could not come to any conclusion.

And at this moment, with a sigh, he woke up slowly, looked at the elegant middle-aged man in front of him, was startled, and his hands quickly reached into his skirt, as if he was going to take out some killing weapon.

This action made Xia Ren very embarrassed, and he hurriedly coughed and said, "It's me." ”

He stiffened and breathed a sigh of relief, and then relaxed.

She muttered, "I'm so tired." ”

"But it's very fulfilling, like the soul has been released, it's very relaxed, it's free. ”

A strange look appeared in her pupils, staring at the elegant middle-aged man in front of her: "I've been groggy all the way, Childe, you... What exactly did it do to me?"

Xia Ren is not very easy to explain this...

So he looked at the strange gaze of his thirteenth aunt and explained the future itinerary lightly and briefly.

"So, I just need to go and wait quietly outside the mountain gate of the Moshang Sword Society. ”

She nodded, looking at the elegant middle-aged man who took off the black robe from her body and put it on, and slowly walked away, she couldn't help but shudder and hugged her shoulders.

That black robe was finally warmed by himself!

However, even so, she was helpless, after all, it was impossible for Childe to enter the town in that tattered clothes after the battle, right?

"Hey, after all, I'm an elder. "Tell yourself.

The big-headed girl stood in the snow, but she didn't notice the gray stitches on her little finger swimming slowly, like a strange poisonous snake.

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In the blizzard, the elegant middle-aged man in the black robe quietly entered Luoyang Town.

The previous shaking of the ground did not bring much change to the townspeople.

Landslides are a common occurrence here, and even more so in winter.

No one panics because of such an event, let alone moving out of town or being curious to investigate.

After all, the investigation is the task of the government, and when the snow stops the next day, they will always send someone to find out. The well-informed will get a talking point, and then spread it out, and everyone will talk about which family has suffered after dinner, and that is enough.

There is no city gate in the town, let alone a night ban, it is nothing more than the doors and windows are locked, and only the small restaurant in the center of the town is still popular.

He casually threw out two pieces of broken gold and told Xiao Er to buy a healthy horse and serve all the specialties at the same time.

The rest is his hard work.

Then, he didn't care about Xiao Er, who was elated and kept thanking him, and walked to the second floor of the small restaurant by himself.

The short-haired man in yellow by the window noticed his arrival and looked over his head slightly, but the appearance of the man at the entrance of the ladder made him slightly stunned.

But the breath can't deceive people, especially this kind of induction between the disciples of the Tiger Mountain Villa who have practiced the True Sutra of Curse and Resentment, it can't be faked.

So when Xia Ren sat across from him, he smiled and poured a cup of Shang Wen's new tea for the senior brother in front of him, and sighed, "It's really a well-made human skin mask." ”

"Long time no see. Xia Ren just said hello lightly.

The two of them looked at each other speechless, obviously understanding that this was not the place to speak.

Soon, a variety of porcelain plates with a variety of delicacies were on the table, the dishes were spicy but appetizing in the cold winter.

Tiger Forty-One was not polite, the two sat down head-on, and quickly settled all the meals on the table.

The huge amount of food really embarrassed the people around.

When the empty plates piled up on the table, there was the sound of horses' hooves downstairs, Xia Ren looked out the window, but saw that it was Xiao Er who had brought a variegated healthy horse back from the street.

Xia Ren glanced at the short-haired man in yellow in front of him, and said lightly, "Let's go." ”

"Now?" Tiger Forty-One was a little stunned, the window was still gray, this kind of blizzard day was obviously not too suitable.

"Do you have a horse?" Xia Ren asked rhetorically, "Let's go early, I'm in a hurry." ”

"Yes. "The tiger is forty or a little old, he is not pretentious, and the man who can come out of the valley will not care about such a little bad weather.