As if he was attracted by Buddhism, the idiot stretched out his hand and touched a corner of the book with his fingertips.

At that moment, the idiot Mouzhai jumped violently!

What is the pain of this irrepressible beating?

The idiot's hand suddenly left the book, covered his mouth and stepped back.

Uneasiness... comes from the depths of the spiritual hun.

What is going on with this feeling of eternal regret once you "do something"?

What is hidden in this book?

Will you feel such a strong "threat"?

This feeling...

after all

…

What is it...?

Silence became the only color in the entire tree house at this moment.

The black sandstorm in the sky curled up and looked bigger and bigger, without the feeling of passing away at all.

Holy Night Festival…is it?

It's obviously three months...

It's obvious that it's almost time to arrive at the Holy Night Festival...

But why...

Why is this storm still not over?

A baby face angel...

This angel who sets his goals...

Is it really...?!

Uneasy, panic, and alert.

All kinds of negative emotions poured into the idiot's mind like a tide.

The outside world is very quiet.

The whole room was as peaceful as it was.

He turned his head and looked at the bread that was sleeping soundly on the chuáng. After taking a deep breath and forcibly suppressing his inner anxiety...

He finally reached out his hand, took the book out of the bookshelf, and opened it without hesitation.

Wow

………………………….

“…………………………………………” was torn off.

Several pages of the entire book were torn off together.

Well? But this is very strange, how could this happen? In this case, it is like a dingling dingling dingling one by one!!!

Suddenly, the alarm bell set up in the room rang. The idiot immediately threw away the book in his hand and flicked it in front of the window, squatted down, and held the dark devil in his hand tightly.

The alarm ringing was still ringing, and these sounds also made the sleeping bread noise. The girl rubbed her eyes, slowly sat up from the chuáng, and pouted.

“Woo………”

"Shh"

The idiot signaled that bread should not speak, and then he raised his head slightly and looked out of the window.

In front of the woods, there was a man standing there alone.

The man was squatting, holding a long sword in his hand, and was gently fiddling a thin line in the woods. With every move of this man, the alarm bell in the tree house would sound a light.

Dinglingling Idiot closed her eyes, took a breath...spouted.

Through the leaves, he saw the man standing in front of the woods. Of course, he also saw the man now.

"Bao?"

The bread sat up from the chuáng, wearing a coat, and looking at the idiot with some concern.

But the idiot turned around, looked at her coldly, opened the door, and walked out.

Go downstairs and walk slowly along the safe area where there is no trap set.

As the sword gently touched the thin line, the bells in the tree house were still ringing.

Soon, the idiot stood on the edge of the woods, looking at the person standing in front of him through a row of flying knives.

The wind blew by.

This December winter brings a strong coolness.

Drop... Drop... Drop...

The red liquid slowly flowed down the sword body made of steel and gathered at the tip of the sword. However, in the falling air, it was cut from it by the thread and turned into two halves of white long gauze skirts, making her look so beautiful. The red spots stained on the long gauze skirts were like the white embellishment, which could only further highlight her beauty.

The long golden hair was gently blown by the breeze. The blood stained on the long hair seemed to be moved by this beauty and wanted to dance.

Her face was still covered with red sè, and the brilliance that she had not had time to wipe away. The gentle smile that was the same as before for more than ten years is still so clear and dazzling now.

Yes……

Even in this dark world, there is not even sunshine, only the strong wind and the dark wind blowing sand...

Her smile was like the brightest sunshine, enough to illuminate everything around her.

Drop... Drop... Drop

Blood slid down Xingli's shoulders and gathered at the tip of the sword. Finally, it dripped "…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Or, he no longer needs to ask.

This beautiful and generous friend in front of me who has helped me many times. Since she is smiling at me now, it means that she will definitely tell herself whether the "Answer" she wants is correct?

"Ah~Mr. Xiaobai, I thought it would scare you. So, I tried to keep myself smiling~~"

A gentle and sweet voice slowly spit out from that pink mouth.

It was like a girl chatting with her boudoir, without any urgency.

She slowly raised the stroke in her hand, looked at the blood on it, and put down the sword again. Facing the idiot, she re-expressed that gentle smile.

"It seems that it's completely unnecessary for me to do this. You're not going to be like this little

The scene scares people. Why do you say that? Because"

She pinched the hilt of the sword and quickly swung the sword to the ground beside her. A thin line made of red liquid made a moon-shaped trace next to her.

Sent... Mr. Bai has killed more people and even slaughtered the city several times. So he wouldn't be scared by what I am now, right?"

The smile is still gentle and sweet.

If it were an ordinary person, it might be hard to imagine that this person could still laugh after appearing in this way.

She looked at the idiot.

The pupils of the golden sè looked so gentle. The next moment, she directly used the sword in her hand to pick a thin line in front of her heels. Facing a flying knife shot out from the side, she just casually took a step back and skipped her hair and pierced it into the tree trunk on the other side.

"Hey, Mr. Xiaobai. These traps are very troublesome~ Can you please remove them? I don't want to suffer so much harm for no reason for you."

As she said that, she took another step forward, and the tip of her sword pointed to the next thin line hidden in the grass.

“……………………………,

Others, what's wrong.

"Other people?"

Her eyes widened slightly, and after a moment, a little regretful color flowed out of her face, and she shook her head gently, "It's a pity, Mr. Xiaobai. When you protect yourself in this little woods, the situation outside is really bad. Everyone doesn't trust each other, and even if they encounter it, they want to kill each other as soon as possible. I think the lie that the sandstorm would disappear before the Holy Night Festival should be about to reach the end. When the Holy Night Festival passes, if everyone still cannot return to the normal wind and sand blowing, I believe that you will soon become the target of everyone's attack."

The blood-dropping sword blade was about to touch the last thin thread, and it was placed on it. "She is really abnormal like this. So, so! I finally struggled! But I didn't expect that she was also a fighting master and I was injured in the battle... I thought I would come over and notify you immediately, so now I am standing in front of you..."

"Mr. Xiaobai, let me in and ask you to help me with my injuries."

"OK?"

The sword blade falls.

The last thin thread also broke. Then, she, Xingli and Rooney, replied. The bride, covered in blood, took a step back, trying to avoid the flying knife that was shooting.

But what she never expected was that the distance set by the last flying knife was so far behind. If she remained still, the flying knife would completely pass behind her. But if the person touched the thread took a step back...

The flying knife rushed directly to her face...!

Puchi.

Drop... Drop... Drop
To be continued...