Chapter 34 Spend the Spring Festival together

On the handsome face, Zhao Haochen stroked his forehead and looked up at the sky, not to mention, the pavilion of Tianxiang Mansion is very different, reflecting the helplessness and dim eyes suddenly stunned, the sky is full of stars, the cold wind is wrapped in clouds, fluttering, like a floating picture scroll, deducing the world. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a cold light was like lightning, carrying the power of thunder, rushing towards Zhao Haochen's neck, as if the scythe of death began to harvest his own grain, the gloomy pupils were surging with red blood, and the raging knife light was mixed with the cold temperature, and the bloody killing seemed to him to be ordinary.

"Die!" the middle-aged man's tyrannical eyes were full of pleasure, as if he was doing something interesting.

"No......" Zhao Haochen held his breath, looking at the cold mangs on his body, the two sturdy and charming legs, the muscles bulged, full and powerful, like a pipa silk thread slowly played, the slender body was like a tight bow and arrow, clanging and ringing, unwilling to be touched in the slightest, the hot beads of sweat on his forehead ran down the cold cheeks, connected into silk threads, ticking and sliding down, rolling to the ground, and the white smoke rose repeatedly. The fear in his pupils swelled like a cloud.

The chaotic wind and snow chirped violently and sharply, and the transparent color shone with a faint cold light under the moonlight, and the slaughtering heaven and earth looked even more cold and cold. The Grim Reaper seemed to have taken a step, and the little warmth left in the world was slowly evaporating, assimilated by the biting cold.

There was no trace of blood in his pale face, and the swaying light in his pupils was gradually fading away, the cold glow was cold and ruthless, Zhao Haochen was in danger, and his gaze had begun to collapse. The thunderbolts are exhausted, and nothing else, and the cowardly audacity of the twenty-first century is on full display.

"What should I do, what should I do?" Zhao Haochen frowned, his eyes reflected a narrow shadow, fear surging in it, his lips trembled involuntarily, and his hands trembled involuntarily.

The middle-aged man also seemed to realize Zhao Haochen's fear, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Die!" Zhao Haochen said word by word, his eyes looked ahead, chaotic and lightless, the coldness of killing was full of it, his beautiful face was full of anger at the moment, and his red eyes looked like a bloodthirsty beast, opening his fangs.

"Thunderbolt...... Thunderbolt!" The middle-aged man felt his heart be torn apart by fear. He looked up, trying not to think about the horror of this thing, but it was like an awakened nightmare, constantly wandering in his mind.

The red blood plasma in the pupils seemed to be a dark cloud surging from the sky around them, spreading out violently, drowning all the colors of heaven and earth in an instant. Crumbling intestines, minced meat, tendons...... Wisps of viscous plasma like some unknown slurry, slowly flowing on the earth, the stench, fishy smell escaped all around, mixed with the purity of the wind and snow, and the world was permeated.

Zhao Haochen smiled gloomily and evilly, and the weird smile on the corner of his mouth was like a call from death. The fear that suddenly surged in the middle-aged man's heart almost made him unable to stand on his own.

The misty wind and snow fell down and sprinkled all over the land, accumulating huge and bloody horrors, as if to indicate the blood that would be everywhere in the next moment.

The icy breath penetrated into Tianxiang Loufang, spreading towards this bloody and bloody field, the temperature was slowly dropping, but the beads of sweat on Zhao Haochen's forehead were dense, hitting the cold ground.

"No...... Don't ......" The middle-aged man's eyes surged with raging fear, his face showed a distorted fear, his breathing became extremely uneven, gasping for breath, the blood vessels on his body bulged out densely, and the blood flowed slowly, as if he could see the trembling of every drop of blood.

The fear in his heart was like a frantically growing aquatic weed, suffocating him. The knife that swept forward quickly recovered, and with a surviving trace of sanity, it suddenly changed direction and plunged into the ground.

On the smooth marble floor, a striking crack continues to crack in all directions, like a spider web, constantly weaving its own silk web.

The dust is like the haze of the 21st century, fluttering and sprinkling, diffusing the Tianxiang Building. In the gray flying dust, Zhao Haochen was suddenly impacted by the sudden impact of the air wave, his long hair was blown up by the wind, the large beads of sweat on his face were hidden in the air, and the murderous aura and bitter anger in his eyes had not yet had time to subside, as if an ancient killing god was looking down on one side.

The middle-aged man's whole body was shocked by the long knife and flew up in the air, and he fell back four or five meters away, and the blood in his mouth spurted out a bright arc, and in the gray hall, he looked very beautiful.

A great silence swept over from the gray dust.

Silent silence.

There was no sound, and a pair of eyes of clear horror in the gray dust shone a terrifying light.

The fat on the middle-aged man's body trembled up and down with his uncoordinated breathing, and his face was as pale as death.

"Boy, it's not bad, don't disgrace me!" Kenko's voice resounded in his mind like the laughter of a wandering wandering spirit, washing away the shock of fear.

A dark and vague figure that looked exactly the same as Zhao Haochen faintly emerged from the darkness and wandered in his mind. Gradually, it became clearer and clearer, the cold face seemed to be ice and snow that would not melt for thousands of years, the sharp eyes were like a sharp sword facing the sky, revealing an unyielding cold glow, and the handsome face looked a little more melancholy in the cold darkness.

"Whew--" let out a long breath of turbidity, and the upright body collapsed instantly, and sat down on the ground all of a sudden, panting heavily, patting his chest, and a feeling of fear came to his heart.

The misty atmosphere created by the two people through the dust, as if two worlds were coming, looked at each other, saw a figure, saw a figure, but it was hazy.

The icy and biting wind and snow echoed ruthlessly and coldly in Tianxiang Loufang through the fine cracks, the drifting dust attached to the ice and snow, a layer of gray snowflakes fluttered from the sky, and the cold coldness made everyone in the room tremble, and the neat eyes shot at the cold young man in the middle.

"Young man, go with the little girl!" The tactful, enchanting, and charming soft voice was like a warm current in the wind and snow, slowly flowing in Zhao Haochen's cold heart.

Zhao Haochen, who was reverberating in his heart, seemed to be unconscious, and walked towards the boudoir step by step in the caressing of Feiyan, and the comfort of the gentle countryside echoed in everyone's hearts......