When she returned to the cabin, Mei Shengxue covered her eyes with a snow-white juan cloth. Why?

It was a deep single door, but he changed it to a double door. So much so that in the corridor, which was originally balanced between the left and right, is now abrupt every day.

Mei Shengxue, who is the way of equilibrium, how can she endure it, and she should want to improve all the doors in the entire corridor.

However, brutally refused. Therefore, I have to be out of sight and out of mind.

When I returned to the house, I took off the cloth that covered my eyes, opened the window, and looked at the clouds floating outside the window, and couldn't help frowning.

The red sun in the distance, at the bevel of the window, is really an eyesore.

Mei Shengxue couldn't help but sigh and muttered to herself: "I really want to be right! ”

The window was closed, and the light shone obliquely through the window on the bed and floor. Mei Shengxue's brows furrowed more and more, and she simply put down the mat hanging from the window, blocking the light that came in.

The whole room suddenly darkened, and Mei Shengxue breathed a sigh of relief.

During this period, the demons were ready to move, but they never dared to come forward.

In the darkness, a voice sounded: "Cut, the other me, I'm really timid, come out and chat with me." ”

"Ah, Mei Shengxue, you don't keep your word, why do you cut me with a sword again!!"

"Get out, go back and comb your hair and get your clothes in order!"

——For a long time——

"Hmph, my way of equilibrium can not be broken by a single demon. ”

At the same time, in the city of Sea King.

There is no slum division in Neptune City, but this street is a slum. The streets were bleak, the stench was gusting, the wind was blowing, and the children were swarthy and thin, with huge bellies, like starving ghosts. Adults are blinded and skinny, like the walking dead.

Every night, there will be ogres here, and there will be no one to govern it.

The people here, those who can go, are gone, and those who stay are not able to go.

A few children played, and the innocent children laughed, and the laughter echoed in the silent streets, adding to the coldness.

Snowflakes are falling, and the snow here seems to be a bit heavier than in other places.

The roads were covered with snow, and the stench was much lighter than before.

The big feet in the boots stepped on, accompanied by a creaking sound, and the snow dented, leaving a clear footprint.

The faint ringing of the bell spread, and everywhere it could be seen, it was full of lingering resentment that swayed in the ringing.

Looking at the scene in front of him, looking at this bleak street, under the hat, the ghost cried and frowned, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

The children who were still playing in the distance exclaimed in surprise and ran back to the house.

In a shack, an extremely old face poked out, and when he saw a stranger, he couldn't help but drool. But when the figure wearing the hat approached, he realized that the other party was so tall, and retracted his head.

A child sat on the ground, crying with his back to the ghost.

Ghost Cry grabbed the long knife in his left hand, and his right hand naturally hung down, and the flying knife slid into the palm of his hand. The demonic aura passed through the palm of the palm and attached to the blade of the flying knife.

Passing by the crying child, the immature voice came into his ears: "Uncle, I scared my playmate, why don't you come and play with me!"

Turning around, in the midst of the quacking laughter, the old child with a sharp beak and fangs jumped up like a leopard and pounced.

Burst!

The blood flowers bloom in the snowflakes, and the red and bright colors are so dazzling in the white of the world.

The howling cold wind, the heavy snow, the red blood disappeared without a trace, and the corpse that fell on the side of the road was stuck with a throwing knife, but the corpse was already as cold as ice and as hard as iron.

The corpse was not a child, but an old man, curled up on the side of the road, with his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

He was so thin that he seemed to have some kind of disease, and his skin was so rotten that no one stole his body even when he collapsed on the side of the road. Obviously, the corpse was very thin, but the stomach was large, and it seemed to be stuffed with things.

And next to the corpse, there are a lot of white bones, there are dog bones, and there are human bones, which is creepy.

"Go with peace of mind. Ghost Cry whispered, and then said loudly, "It's better to burn the corpse." ”

In response, there was only a whining cold wind. No one responded, and the whole street seemed to be dead. Ghost Cry didn't care, and continued to walk through the snow.

He knew someone was going to do it. It's just that I'm afraid it's going to be a monster I don't know what type of monster.

Ordinary people, especially those who live here, are afraid to approach this corpse.

Around the waist, the big mouth is entangled, and it stretches straight like an arrow, pointing the way.

The dilapidated temple has long been abandoned. Most of the door had fallen off, and a small half was left hanging, leaning diagonally against the door frame.

The plaque was not above the door frame, but on the ground, shattered in half, and lay there quietly.

With a slight push of the hand, the door fell.

The dust and snow are blowing in the house, the large hole in the roof is so conspicuous, and the lighting in the house is very good.

The sword light flashed in the corner of his eye, Ghost Cry raised his hand and pinched the sword body, with a flick of his fingers, the sword body buzzed, and the sword body full of scars completed its last mission and shattered into pieces.

The tall figure appeared in front of her, she was already unsteady on her feet, and the ghost crying ape arm was lightly relaxed, and she hugged her delicate body.

Reaching out and unbuttoning his belt, the black coat faded and wrapped around the tall figure.

The soft fabric blocked all the cold, and in a trance, she barely opened her eyes: "Ghost crying?"

Familiar ringtones, familiar figures, familiar hats, familiar eyes.

She couldn't help but murmur, "Are you dreaming again?"

"It's not a dream. The ghost cried back, but unfortunately, she couldn't hear anymore and fainted.

Ghost Cry took off the hat, covered her cold and frosty face, tied the rope intimately, fixed the hat on her head, and tied a bow with one hand with her dexterous fingers.

Then he grabbed her with his left hand, replaced the long knife with his right hand, held the handle of the knife with his right hand, leaned the scabbard against the pillar next to him, and then shouted softly: "Big mouth!"

The big mouth sprang out, wrapping the scabbard around the log post.

The blade of the knife, whiter than snow, was slashed out under the illumination of the light, dazzling and cold!

"Want to go?" Ghost Cry turned his head sideways, his ears moving, "But, did I let you go?"

There was no response, however, Devil Cry didn't need his response. It was the first time he had seen such a fragile Nangong, and as a result, a bizarre anger surged into his heart.

The crimson sword light bent like the waning moon in the sky.

In an instant, it detached from the blade, as if a swallow with spread wings flew through the forest. In an instant, I passed through the tall statue of the god.

On the statue, a straight trail emitted white smoke, and then, the upper half of the statue slid down the trail, and with a bang, it shattered on the ground below the throne.

A white shadow shot out from behind the idol and smashed through the roof, and in the flying tiles, it was faintly visible that he seemed to be covered in white cloth.

"Rat, you thought you could escape. ”

Even if he is alone and his speed is limited, it is not so easy to escape in front of him.

The sword qi rushed into the sky, and the heavy giant sword pressed straight down.

There was another bang, and as the large tiles fell, the white figure also fell.

"Say, how do you want to die, Li Dalang!"