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"Shen Ling? It's you? A little surprise escaped from the woman's lips, as if the old man had come from afar, and there was a little surprise in the confusion.

A woman's figure jumped off the branches, stepping on the wet rain, a white dress fluttering, light steps, lotus steps.

The elegant and agile snow-colored dress was bathed in the rain, and the slightest rain did not stick, as if a layer of water-colored mist was separated and shrouded in her body.

The beautiful skirt swayed gently with the movement of the figure, floating in the misty drizzle, shaking off the wisps of rain, and almost fainting the eyes of others.

The woman in white walked up to the black robe, stopped, and looked up at the frightened and cold face under the black robe.

Suddenly, she lowered her eyebrows and smiled, her thin lips pursed lightly, and her delicate and beautiful face was stained with a little crimson, and a thin beam of light spread from the bottom of her silver pupils.

"Shen Ling, long time no see." She stretched out her hand, and there was a bit of cold heroism between her eyebrows, elegant and noble, beautiful as ever, like the first morning of her youth.

"Huh." A little thin sound, just like the clouds and rain in the mountains in the evening, spread wantonly between the two people.

The black sleeves of the robe moved slightly, the man's thin and slender fingers poked out of the cuffs, and his complexion was as pale as lead paper, which was an abnormal sick color, and it was particularly dazzling and terrifying in the black sleeves!

Shen Ling touched the tips of Twilight's fingers, only an inch and a half fingers away, and then parted again, covering the pale fingers back into the sleeves of his hands, from anyone to see.

Both of them had a slightly cool body temperature, which was a cautious coolness from the bones and blood, entangled with each other in a momentary touch, met briefly, and quickly separated.

The man's voice was slightly cold, like the rain flying in the sky, arrogant, cold, and not arrogant: "Indeed, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Really? Do you remember the time? Twilight asked him with a chuckle.

"Naturally, I remember." Shen Ling vaguely felt that this was a problem of hiding a trap, but he couldn't find out where the so-called trap was placed, and replied truthfully: "One thousand eight hundred and twenty-three years, four months and fifteen days, what's wrong?" ”

"Well, there's really nothing wrong with it, but, it's just ......" Twilight coughed lightly, embarrassed, "I'm sorry, Ben forgot." ”

"Hmph," the black-robed man with a cold look snorted coldly, his pale face hidden in the deep darkness, becoming whiter and whiter like paper, and said coldly: "If you remember, it is not you." ”

In his memory, the woman in front of him has been a master with a very poor memory since she was a girl, and she never remembers the time she spent with others, and naturally she will not remember the name of that person, and the appearance of that person.

For many years, he was alone and immersed in the memories of the past, often recalling the woman's face, the woman's playful personality, and the words that the woman once said to him......

"Hey, your name is Shen Ling, isn't it? Why are you lying on the ground? Hurt? ”

The first time they met, he was wounded while out on a mission. Although he completed the first transaction in his life, and became famous in a fight, he became the top of the list of Blood Assassins. However, he was also seriously wounded, and managed to escape from the enemy's capture with all his might, and fell in a pool of blood in disarray.

He had lost a lot of blood and was lethargic.

If he had passed out at that time, there would have been no more such thing as a Shen Ling in the world for many years to come.

Later, it was the girl with the silver eyes who saved him and brought him back from his drowsy consciousness.

"Hey, you're so heavy! Did you grow up eating cows? The girl dragged him to the brook, covered in blood, and complained as she went, ignoring that he was an injured patient. And how much that patient needs tranquility and good care at this time.

The girl squatted by the clear stream, and a small fish swam over, wagged its tail, and splashed the cold wet water of the girl's shoes.

The girl was probably a person with a habit of cleanliness, and in an instant her dress flew and retreated a few feet away from the stream. Then, with a wave of his snow-white sleeve toward the stream, a strong wind swept him into the stream.

Not......

He snorted, the stream was so cold!

Even if the blood clan is not afraid of cold, he can still feel the coldness that almost penetrates into his bones when he is injured, and a killing intent that inexplicably appears.

Whew!

However, in the world of the Bloods, the Assassin hermits have always lived in the lonely and silent island of the Netherworld of the Divine Sea, isolated and mysterious.

Except for their clansmen, they never socialize with people, get along and live together.

Even if it is the only partner in life who is qualified to join hands with the white head, it is cruel, and there are only two opportunities to see each other in a month, the first and fifteenth days of the new year.

In the world of their hermit assassin clan, there used to be a decadent self-deprecating saying: Come, let's be a monk together?

Ancestors, get up from the coffin board, the first and fifteenth days of the new year, it's time to eat fasting and chant Buddha again, and improve your life!

The world did not know that in those endless years, long thoughts always tormented every hidden assassin day and night.

And he, too.

All the Assassins were accustomed to walking on the edge of the knife and in the night, and buried almost all the emotions and desires and the infinite burning life yearning in their hearts.

Even if you endure humiliation and bear the burden, you have to forge ahead and lick your bloody wounds alone.

In Shen Ling's impression, almost all the assassins said such a sentence: their own blood is so delicious!

That's a different kind of loneliness! It's extraordinarily enchanting, buried deep in the depths of killing and gore!

How many times, Shen Ling stood in front of the window of Mu Yu and thought about it in every way, wanting to let go of the ancestral teachings left by his ancestors, leap out of the impersonal abyss, take a look at the outside world, and find the girl who turned around in his dreams.

No matter how the girl treats him, shoot him into the stream and let him fend for himself, it is finally fate in fate that they meet.

He liked the waiting, and it seemed to be much better than the feeling of being sleepless.

Shen Ling fell into the memory, remembering a lot of past events, and he still remembered that after the baptism of the stream, after three or four days, the ruthless girl actually met her again.

This time, he recovered a lot from his injuries and was able to walk on his own, arresting prey and drinking blood.

But the girl's situation is serious.

The girl stood on the hill where he lived, beckoned to him, and gave him a beautiful smile, "Shen Ling, we meet again." ”

As she spoke, she limped towards him, looking a little pitiful.

Shen Ling thought that he was not a soft-hearted person, otherwise he would not have destroyed other families alone, but he looked at the pitiful appearance of the girl, and an unfamiliar feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

In the days that followed, he realized that the original feeling was called worry......