was pushed into the room, Bai Yiyi rubbed his sore shoulders, looked at Yan Chixia and the ghost who walked in, and his face turned blue: "Hey, should you want to sleep in a room with me!"

"Isn't that of course, what if you run away?" Yan Chixia said.

Bai Yiyi snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you in the middle of the night after waiting for you to fall asleep?"

Yan Chixia replied: "I'm afraid, so I have to get some special means, now, you take off your clothes." ”

The white clothes were cold, especially the lower part, looking at Yan Chixia, who could come forward with a smile, and said nervously: "What are you going to do, I warn you, if you dare to do this, I will kill you desperately!"

Ghost Cry yawned and said, "I'll sleep first, remember to be quieter." ”

Yan Chixia smiled: "Don't worry, the movement won't be very big." ”

After entering the conversation between Ghost Cry and Yan Chixia, Bai Yiyi felt more and more bad, could it really be that!

"Do you take it off yourself, or I'll take it off for you. Yan Chixia narrowed her eyes, and her fingers lightly tapped on the bronze sword box.

Bai Yi's face changed and changed, and finally gave in, gritted his teeth and took off his clothes, revealing his sturdy upper body.

"Good figure. Yan Chixia teased, and then said, "Turn around." ”

The white clothes trembled, and on the other end, the ghost cried and lay on the bed with a knife, and warned: "If the noise is too loud, I will cut you." ”

Bai Yiyi was about to cry, he didn't expect that he would also experience such a humiliating day, he stared at Yan Chixia fiercely, remembering him desperately, and then, tears rolled in his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned around.

Blood flowed and wet his pants......

Blood, naturally Yan Chixia's blood, he bit his finger and drew a talisman on the back of his white shirt.

Yan Chixia and Bai Yi were busy, and the ghost cried and began to visualize.

The world he visualized was no longer rampant ghosts, no longer a sea of corpses and blood.

The starry sky overhead is bright, and the moon is as big as a car cover. The moonlight was sprinkled and blocked by the heavy foliage, and the sparse light turned into specks of light and shot on the ground.

Around Devil Cry is a jungle.

Each tree should be hugged by at least three people, and each vine thorn should be at least the thickness of an arm's arm. Whether it is trees or vines and thorns, they are all colored with iron, like steel casting.

It's a veritable steel jungle!

Under his feet, there were sharp stones, hard earth, and grass as sharp as a knife. And the ghost cries barefoot, and with every step he takes, great pain comes from the soles of his feet, let alone exerting force.

In front of me, there is a deep place. Farther away, covered by tall trees, I don't know where this steel jungle will end.

Is this my way forward?

The corners of the ghost cry's mouth were raised, his eyes flashed with excitement, he lowered his head, and the knife was in his hand, and this was enough.

He walked forward with his feet raised, but after only two steps, there was no way out.

Together, the trees, shrubs, vines, and thorns are like a wall that no one can pass through.

Ghost Cry pulled out the knife, and the cold sword light flashed, followed by a piercing clang, dazzling sparks, and a vine was not completely cut off, but only cut in half.

The tiger's mouth cracked, blood flowed down the hilt, and the knife trembled violently and buzzed.

"Ahh The sharp pain in the tiger's mouth made him feel that his whole soul was shaken by this pain, obviously it was just the tiger's mouth cracking, but he felt that his entire arm was split.

However, this pain came and went quickly, and in his own imaginary world, the recovery of the injury seemed to be accelerated a thousand times over, and as the wound scabbed over, the pain disappeared quickly.

Ghost Cry took a deep breath and pulled out the knife stuck in the vine hard, exerting force under his feet, and the next moment, the knife was pulled out, and the retreating foot rubbed against the grass, the grass shook slightly, and a few drops of blood dripped from the tip of the grass.

Pain, once again he felt the pain that penetrated deep into his soul.

Even if a tough guy cries, he can't help but grin in pain. This kind of pain is more painful than being slashed. It's just a small bruise, but the ghost cry feels more painful than a broken leg.

Soon, the wound solidified and formed a scab, and the pain that penetrated deep into the soul quickly disappeared, and the ghost cried took a deep breath, held the knife in both hands, and held it high above his head, a standard slash......

There was another piercing sound of gold and iron clashing, and the aftermath echoed in the forest, making the ghost cry brain dizzy.

At the same time, the two arms seemed to be broken, and this pain made Ghost Cry sweat profusely in an instant, and countless sweats gathered together, wetting the dirt under his feet. Seemingly, the dirt beneath his feet has softened a little.

This was not the end, the vines were cut and whipped head-on, leaving two blood marks on Devil Cry's body at once.

Ghost Cry seemed to be drained of all the strength of his body in an instant, and he stumbled under his feet, almost falling, and hurriedly supported his body with a knife.

After a while, there was a nausea-making and piercing scream in the forest again......

As the physical strength of the ghost cry passed, the moon above his head became dim, and the stars in the sky also decreased rapidly one by one.

When the whole world was completely plunged into darkness, the ghost cried and fell to the ground exhausted, and gradually, it was blurred......

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to reality.

The weariness and pain of visualizing the world disappear completely, and in its place is an indescribable lightness.

The body stretched slightly, the muscles and bones sounded together, there was no discomfort in the whole body, every pore was wide open, and I breathed the cold air.

However, the ghost cry does not feel cold. There was a fire in his chest that warmed his whole body.

"This state. Ghost Cry rolled over and got up, stepped on his boots in the dark, then took out the fire fold, blew it up, and a little light appeared in front of him.

He slept on the bed, Yan Chixia and the white clothes were on the floor, the white clothes shrank aggrievedly in the corner, through the slight firelight, the tears on his face could still be faintly seen, he should have cried in a dream.

Ghost Cry shook his head, this guy looks pitiful, but what he did was not worthy of sympathy at all. If it weren't for Yan Chixia's insistence on arresting him, Ghost Cry would have slashed him with a knife.

Wait a minute!

Ghost Cry suddenly realized something, raised his hand, and looked at his hand carefully.

His hands are full of cracks, and there are still traces of burns, but compared to yesterday, it is undoubtedly much better, but this is not the point, the focus is on his eyes, okay!

The eyes are blind, although the ghost cries and doesn't say it, and it doesn't seem to take it to heart, but in fact, his heart is not so relieved as it seems.

The eyes are gone, no matter what, it's not very convenient, many times it's not used to it, and now that the eyes are back, of course he's happy!

The corners of his mouth curled, the ghost cry was excited, and with such a good physical condition, where could he still sit still.

Holding the fire fold in his mouth, he took the knife and walked lightly through the room, and when he reached the door, he opened the door and walked out.

It was still early in the morning, not to mention that the guests who lived in the store had not woken up, and even the guys in the store were huddled in their nests, and the hall was empty, except for the constant whining of the wind outside.

Ghost Cry pushed open the back door, and when he arrived at the courtyard, he saw the flying white in his eyes.

It's a lot of snow, and the ground, roof, and sky are full of snow!

At this time, it was the coldest time of the day, but Oni Cry didn't feel the slightest cold, and his body was like a furnace.

Without hesitation, he walked out, and the whole person was submerged in the snow.

The snow fell on the body and melted as quickly as it touched the skin.

The ghost cried without delay, he could feel that his state was slipping, and he hurriedly found a spacious place to stand firm, facing the wind and snow, and slashed out.