Chapter 47: The Pavilion is Bloody

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The moonlight fell high from the sky, painting the dense trees not far away with a glowing silver. Mercury-like light and shadow flowed slowly on the surface, and occasionally a fat carp or two jumped out of the water, splashing sparkling ripples.

Zhao Haochen stood on the top of the pavilion, staring at the sky, heavy thoughts poured into his heart, a feeling of homelessness haunted him, hot tears continued to spill down, splashing in the cold river water, fluttering.

The pavilions and pavilions stand tall, the plum in the cold winter still exudes a fragrant atmosphere, and a few insect chirpings come from time to time, but it also lives up to the sound of the hometown, alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival thinks of relatives, staring at the huge and mellow bright moon, Zhao Haochen is sad.

Holding a wine jug, drinking alone, admiring the bright moonlight, "In the novel, on the night of the full moon, but there are werewolves haunted, I don't know if there is anything here......?" These special varieties of full moon nights, can't they really be there?

A terrible wail interrupted his reverie, the cold howl of the hundred ghosts at night, the kind of cruelty of the bite of ten thousand insects, were far less than this wail, his gaze was like a sharp peerless sword, suddenly burst out of essence, sweeping towards the exquisite attic.

The carved dragon and phoenix, the delicate pavilion in the tactful turn, the window ridge entwined with gold wire, and the exquisite and luxurious building decoration all show the identity of the owner.

"I didn't expect this full moon night to be really different?" a cold smile floated at the corner of his mouth, a strong interest lured him, the haunted werewolves, mutated gorillas are what he has always yearned for, and now although he is in prison, but the surging passion still can't be suppressed, there are only a few guards in this gorgeous pavilion, but there are countless masters hidden in the shadows, for him, it can be said that it is difficult to move an inch.

"What should I do?" he pondered as he wandered around the building.

After a while, an uninhibited look appeared on the cold face reflected in the moonlight, and the bright smile was like the plum standing in the courtyard, full of fragrance.

In front of Zhao Haochen was a huge kite, tough and beautiful. Blowing out the flickering candle in the room, he lazily lay down on the bed, silently counting the time.

There was silence in the dark building, and the sound of crickets filled the building, and he was confident that the guards would not stupidly climb up his window, and the huge kite would naturally go unnoticed. But in any case, he did not dare to be careless in the slightest, after all, this is someone's place.

In the cold night, the cold breath condensed in the dark night, and the biting cold eroded this warm attic.

Staring at the deep night, he felt a wave of sadness in his heart, not knowing whether it was for him or for the red-clothed messengers who lived underground all year round.

"Three, two, one!" he counted silently in his heart, and at the last moment, his eyes looked at the entrance of the bloody hell, the huge roar was deafening, and the thick smoke filled the courtyard, and the shaking of the earth made this upright pavilion a little unbearable.

Jumping to the top of the building, the huge kite has not yet opened its strong wings, and a series of black shadows flickered in the dark night, densely swarming towards this side, and with a slight jump, it is close to himself, and he is a master hidden in the dark.

The gathering of this swarming master really shocked him too much, and he hadn't reacted yet, almost facing these people directly.

"Shaoxia, let's go back to the building obediently!" The playful voice was mixed with indifference, the cold face and cold voice overshadowed the biting cold wind, and the cold blade flashed with a cold glow against the moonlight, aggressive.

"What if I don't?" Zhao Haochen furrowed his eyebrows, and his delicate face showed a miserable expression.

"Then we can only ask you to go back!" the cold tone left no room for anything.

"Okay!" A trace of reluctance appeared on his determined face, and his beautiful lips arched slightly, like an uninterested puppy, sniffed, and was about to turn away, and the leader at the front of the crowd stared at the night wave like a falcon's version of his eyes, and the surging tyrannical murderous aura was also quietly alleviated.

I don't know when, the tyrannical white of heaven and earth soaked the whole world, the exquisite and gorgeous attic was shrouded in a world covered in silver, and large swaths of goose feathers and snowflakes were floating in the air leisurely, and the huge heaven and earth seemed to be a dead silence on the eve of killing at this moment.

Zhao Haochen turned his body, a shallow smile hung on the corner of his mouth, the huge kite completely blocked his figure, and with a flick of his hand, three pitch-black balls rolled to the ground, and the earth-shattering loud sound suddenly resounded through the sky, and the violent air flow was like a hurricane, surging in all directions. Like a roc spreading its wings, the huge wings spread out in the air, facing the violent turbulent air current, rising high into the air.

The surging dark clouds in the sky are also drifting in all directions under this storm. The silver moonlight sprinkled down from the gap, obliquely shining on Zhao Haochen, who was spreading his wings in the air, like a pure angel descending to the mortal dust, the holy snow was the angel's bouquet, and the bright moonlight was the shining and focused light on the stage.

The cold and chilling faces on the pavilion were like pieces of ice for thousands of years, and the temperature in the air dropped suddenly, mixed with cold cold. A biting chill enveloped the whole world.

Bright and sharp eyes, a straight nose, thick and narrow eyebrows, a young and handsome face full of natural domineering, a smug look on his face, from time to time to turn his head to look at the angry guards.

"Don't let me go, I'm going to go!" handsome face with a sneering smile, an uninhibited look on his brow.

A black light hidden in the wind and snow fell from the sky, like a meteor flickering, whistling through the air, and instantly landed on the beautiful attic, the wind and snow under the feet whirled wantonly, fluttering.

There was no sign of the guards in the attic, only a faint moan was intermittent in the vast silence, and the mournful wail resounded through the sky again, as if the violent explosion just now had not alarmed the person in the pavilion.

The air washed by the wind and snow was filled with a rich smell of blood, and the ice and snow outside the window were shrouded in a red blood, just like the breath in the underground prison.

The woman's mournful wail sounded a bit familiar, didn't it......