The silver-haired Feng Yao was shocked and looked around and could not see Chen Xiansong.

After a while, Chen Xiansong seemed to emerge from the air and slowly appeared not far behind the silver-haired Feng Yao. He raised his head and looked at Feng Yao's panicked figure without saying a word.

He even said that he didn't care about her.

The night was deep, the sound of rain was drizzling, the lonely building had no lights, the lights of the city seemed to be far away in the sky, and the monster was right in front of him. Chen Xiansong stood in this dark building, but seemed to fall into a hole, with nothing around him, only the sound of wind in his ears. The person's body and smile appeared vaguely above the high hole. He suddenly realized that he always saw only her gentleness and grace, but he always ignored the faint strange aura.

Chen Xiansong's first reaction was that he didn't believe it, it was her. He even thought with a little bit of self-mockery and comfort, it was impossible. He was so kind to her, she was definitely on the same mind as him. How could she be... The demon wouldn't smile like that, and the demon wouldn't look at him like that.

How could he doubt her? It's ridiculous. His mind even had many possibilities quickly - was it true that when he was asleep, a demon sneaked in and stole the magic weapon when she wiped the magic weapon? Or maybe the person tonight was not her at all. Just like last time, a demon pretended to be a demon to cheat his magic weapon...

However, the sober rationality little by little, negated these possibilities one by one. When he brought all the magic weapons home, and then left with his waist bag, she was the only one who had touched the waist bag, and even Lin Jingbian had never touched it. And the person he was holding, the person he saw, and the person he kissed was Lu Weizhen. It would not be another person. It would not be another monster.

The whole world seemed to be silent for a moment to Chen Xiansong. He heard the sound of the rain falling, and the rapid breathing of the wind demon in front of him. He heard his heartbeat, and for the first time in his life, he was beating in a daze. He looked down at his empty hands, and suddenly felt that his back was empty, and his heart was as empty as if he had never been filled with anything. This was a feeling that he had never had in many years. Moreover, the invisible hole was expanding silently and slowly, and they settled into an extremely heavy and dull feeling that was sinking into his body little by little.

...

You said you would try it before you know, really want to start with me?

I also have a girlfriend, her name is Lu Weizhen. She will live with me.

I went for marriage and would treat you well. You look at me, every day, every month, every year, watching me do it.

...

Where is her?

What did she say?

It turned out that she had never really promised anything to him. Now Chen Xiansong opened his eyes and thought about it carefully, and realized that since she chased him to his house, although she was stubbornly tangled with him, every word she said was a simulated and ambiguous. She only said she wanted to be friends with him, and never said she liked him. Faced with every confession of his heart, she either lowered her head or responded vaguely.

Looking back, there are signs everywhere. So coincidentally, on the first night, she did not fall into a coma and witnessed the whole process of him catching monsters; she acted so calm, not even afraid of monsters, and even dealt with monsters; she didn't seem to take Zhu Helin's harassment seriously at all; she insisted on following him to the house, and every time she entered the bedroom, she would look at the wall bag; she avoided questions about her parents; she would ask him many questions, including monsters, magic weapons, and monster catchers.

There seemed to be a whirlpool under his feet, and he was gradually falling.

...

She didn't take much time to get what she wanted. Because she had only come to look for it a few times, he was afraid that she would feel wronged and turned around to send herself on.

It turned out that from beginning to end, everything was what he said and everything was what he wanted. It was because he couldn't bear to leave, it was because he wanted to start with her, it was because he wanted to hug her, it was because he wanted to get this beloved man.

He must be wholehearted, he must be in love with each other, he must be loyal to each other.

From beginning to end, she only gave him one sentence: I felt very good when I saw you at first, and I gradually liked you. I was forced to hold you and asked afterwards.

A picture suddenly flashed through Chen Xiansong's mind. It was tonight, in the yard. She suddenly asked herself if she could leave at any time, but he hugged her tightly and pressed her in her arms. She suddenly cried, and tears were finally printed on his clothes.

Chen Xiansong's heart finally felt a bloody and bloody pain, and his eyes were wet and hot.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Everything is clear, there is no need to ask, no need to review. From beginning to end, it is clear that everything is hidden in her eyes, in her heart, in her many times she bows her head and avoids her, and in her final tears.

Chen's demon-catching master, a magic weapon passed down by his ancestors for hundreds of years, has been stolen by her since she was a child.

The fishy and sweet feeling caused by the Feng Yao's attack was forcibly suppressed by him. At this moment, he suddenly felt that he could no longer suppress it. He pressed his chest with one hand and spit out a large mouthful of blood, which covered his clothes.

Feng Yao turned around in shock, and then he realized that Chen Xiansong was standing in the dark. He saw that his face was as white as gold paper and vomited blood! But he had just shown a teleportation hand, which made Feng Yao afraid again. He hesitated for a moment, thinking that something was wrong with the demon catching master. If she didn't kill him today, she would still be unable to escape death when he recovered from the future. So Feng Yao snorted coldly and attacked again like a thunderous thunder.

Chen Xiansong raised his deep eyes like dusk, red, but ruthless. At the same moment when the wind demon attacked, he teleported again.

Teleport again.

again.

again.

On the dark floor, the wind blew, a white-haired figure slashed left and right, and a black figure appeared and disappeared from time to time.

After a while, Feng Yao felt something. The monster catcher was afraid that there was no other way, which was depleting her energy. She did gradually feel overwhelmed and was fooled by him! When Feng Yao thought of this, he developed the intention to retreat and tried his best to make the last blow. When Chen Xiansong's figure disappeared out of thin air, she jumped up in the air and jumped out of the third floor.

However, the figure of the monster catcher flashed like a ghost, and it flashed extremely accurately below her falling, and actually penetrated her intention in advance. Feng Yao widened his eyes, and as she reacted, a sharpened wooden stick inserted into her left chest with a "sneer". In the darkness, she saw that the monster catcher's eyes were as dark as fire, and she was determined. She let out a heart-wrenching howl and hit his chest with a palm.

The monster catcher's body shook.

The two fell rapidly.

The monster catcher was severely injured and did not put the wooden stick in his hand. How could the wood hurt her? But the monster catcher's hand was surprisingly strong, and he pushed forward again, piercing her chest into her. She coughed lightly and fell to the ground. The monster catcher's figure flashed and stood on the flat ground. Her head was hanging down and it was difficult to lift it anymore, but she was still unwilling to accept it and asked in a trembling voice: "Why...must kill me?"

"Those children." The monster catcher's voice was hoarse and broken, and he was obviously seriously injured.

She cried, "I didn't harm them, I was protecting them... I saw the stars falling, everything on this planet would fall, I want to hide them underground, so that I can safely..."

However, the demon hunter Tieshi was heartless and did not listen to her nonsense. He picked up the wooden sword and stabbed it hard. Feng Yao was exhausted and his body fell softly to the ground, and there was no sound.

Chen Xiansong slowly drew out the wooden sword.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, washing down along his face and body, blood and mud mixed together. He seemed to be ignorant. After standing still for a moment, he lifted up the simplest temporary wooden sword and slowly turned around.

There are three figures standing in a corner of the building. I don’t know how long it has been standing.

Two people are in front and one is in the back.

Chen Xiansong could outline the figure of the person standing behind him with his eyes closed. About an hour ago, she was still in his arms and was extremely intimate. Now, she and her two companions were standing opposite each other. And the last glimmer of hope in Chen Xiansong's heart was crushed to pieces.

The howling wind in the void finally completely swallowed up the previous one.

Chen Xiansong didn't look at others at all, just stared at her. And Lu Weizhen seemed to have a hint of usual cramping at such a desperate situation. She lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and did not look at him.
Chapter completed!