long night walk

Chapter 270 What can move?

The overwhelming light was moving away from him, and Bailian's world fell into darkness in an instant.

In the courtyard outside the window, the old tree bloomed at an unknown time.

At night, the flowers are fragrant, the apricot flowers are rustling, and the light and shadow are swaying.

The female corpse was sitting under the red silk of the roof beam, her dull blue-gray eyes staring at the void.

Bailian's eyes are a little scattered, and his dark eyes are like two deep vortex dreams, as if his consciousness is chaotic, and he doesn't know where he is today.

In the heart that never jumped, a corpse bead ignited, stuffed in his chest, emitting a fierce but dying light.

On the side of his ear, there was a dazzling illusion of the sword tower for a while, and then it became Fang Geyu's eyes closed, helpless and weeping.

Both of them are trapped in the lost memory of the past, how can they pull the other side from the end of the other shore back to the reality of the world if they can't get over themselves.

But the two of them didn't know that at this moment, the female corpse's eyes that couldn't see things settled on their two tightly clasped palms.

She clearly couldn't see anything, but she seemed to have some insight, and her eyes were gradually bloodshot.

The sneering sneer on her face deepened, and she danced with her fingers, like rain, and landed on the surface of the human skin drum strongly and hurriedly.

Fingers flicked, bloody lips murmured.

"The autumn wind is bleak and the weather is cold, the grass and trees are swaying and the dew turns into frost, and Qunyan resigns to Nanxiang."

"Nianjun's travels are heartbroken, and he is thinking about returning to his hometown, why should you stay and send it to other places?"

"The cheap concubine keeps the empty room, and you don't dare to forget it, and you don't realize that tears are dripping on your clothes."

The two-phase ghost married the red line, winding into a snake in mid-air, and quickly fell off the bright red mark between the two's wrists.

The slender red line was stretched to the extreme, with sharp ends, and with two chirps, it submerged into the hearts of Bailian and Fang Geyu respectively, but did not cause any bloodstain damage to the two, and then the red line quickly disappeared.

Bailian only heard a buzzing sound in his head, as if a bowstring suddenly snapped.

He raised his fist and slammed it towards his heart, a mouthful of blood gushing upwards, and the sweetness in his throat restored his dark and deep eyes to a brief moment of clarity.

Not daring to delay in the slightest, he was about to lift his finger to rub the clear water jade, and summoned that strange little sword, but found that his arms were soft, and he was unable to use half of his spiritual and physical strength.

Bai Lixin was taken aback.

The female corpse tilted her head and snorted, as if she did not expect that Bai Li'an would be able to break free from the human skin drum's soul capture technique again.

However, the more you resist the soul-defying magic, the stronger the feedback erosion will be on your body, which will take away control of your body.

Even in a clear state.

Bailian gritted his teeth and called out inarticulately: "Fang... song..."

I don't know when, Fang Geyu, who was lying on his side, turned into a bully, and his petite and exquisite body pressed all over his body.

I don't know what kind of sad thing I dreamed of, the dark and slender eyelashes were stained with tears and quivered.

The corners of her eyes were wet and red, and the tears were not scattered. Her slender body trembled slightly, but the slender arms that clung to his waist were extremely strong, but they were not at all lost like him.

Bailian had never seen such an abnormal Fang Geyu, and his call was not meaningless.

The girl lying on his chest slowly opened her eyes and woke up from her stupor. The bright obsidian pupils seemed to hide thousands of sadness, and finally they turned into misty water, and the tears rolled down into beads. His face slipped silently.

For a time, it seemed extremely sad.

Seeing her like this, Bailian didn't know where the strength came from, raised her fingers with difficulty, and wiped the corners of her eyes weakly.

"Stop crying," he said.

The line of ghost marriage is closely connected. What he experienced just now was not only his own despair, but also Fang Geyu's. He also had a glimpse of it.

At this moment, he finally understood who Fang Geyu was in Xianling City, who he said he wanted to save with the Emperor's Secret Treasure.

No, in a sense, the two Fang Geyu wanted to save were not even people.

That's the real sadness.

Bailian bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain regained a little control of his body. He wanted to say that the threat of the female corpse was still there, and let Fang Geyu cheer up first.

But the next moment, Bai Li'an noticed something strange about Fang Ge's fishing ground.

Her eyes were bright, but also dark, like a bottomless cold pool, she seemed to wake up, but in fact her soul was still silent and lost, nowhere to be seen.

The eyebrows are elegant, the eyes are full of tears, the girl's long black hair is spread on both sides of his chest, and the residual red at the end of the eyes has not yet been removed.

She suddenly laughed madly, and her whole body rubbed up like a tangled cat.

Bailian's face was stunned for a while, and he was not allowed to stop anything at all, and the girl's eyebrows rested on his chin.

Gently rubbed coquettishly, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he let out a warm breath like Lan, the breath was exhaled on Bailian's neck, there was a puddle of water in his eyes, and his voice was tired: "Si Chen, Si Chen, I'm having a nightmare, come and coax me quickly."

This voice is soft and scary, and it is terribly crisp.

The girl's beautiful voice still carried a bit of grievances that were choked with fright, and then softly called his name, with a very pitiful appearance.

Where can I still see half of the arrogance and arrogance of the eldest lady on weekdays.

It's like being plucked by a thorny hedgehog, revealing its soft belly unsuspectingly, and its sound is like a kitten's claws scratching on people's hearts, without any lethality, but it makes people itchy.

For a while, Bai Li'an couldn't make up his mind whether Fang Geyu was awake. If he didn't wake up, why would he call his name?

But if it is said that he is awake, Fang Geyu, who Bailian knows, is absolutely impossible to show such a soft side.

Soft breathing with a bit of ambiguous warmth, warmed the skin between his neck.

Bailian rolled his Adam's apple involuntarily, and was about to speak, when he heard Fang Ge snort softly, as if he had found something interesting: "What? Does it move?"

As she squinted and chuckled, she pressed her head down, opened her mouth slightly, and took a bite on the guru's rolling Adam's apple.

Bailian didn't say anything, but his brows were extremely low.

The girl had a pair of sharp tiger teeth under her lips, grinding together like a milk dog's teeth, and he could clearly feel the soft touch.

This is definitely not the normal Fang Geyu!
He turned his head and stared hard at the red-clothed female corpse.

Seemingly sensing the sight of Bailian, the female corpse smiled coldly, the ghostly body fluttered without wind under the beam, and the drums around her waist burst.

"I detained her remnant soul, and let her see the deepest fear in her memory in her dream. You must have a deep understanding of it. I don't know when you had such courage to be able to learn from your memory. Wake up from the illusion.

But she is not so lucky. Fear and despair have occupied all her soul. Now she seems to regard you as Si Chen in her mouth and her last support. "

Bailian's body was slightly cold.

(End of this chapter)