long night walk

Chapter 304
Bailian wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips and spread out his palm. The luster in the wish bead instantly dimmed and fell into his palm.

That huge skeleton monster is a ghost formed by the condensation and solidification of resentment.

Although the power between the two comes from the body of the ghost.

But the difference is vastly different.

It's just that the drowning woman's willpower is limited, and the willpower of faith in it has been exhausted just before she gets out of trouble.

For a while, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come in handy.

He nodded, smiled at Fang Geyu, and said, "Don't be afraid, the corpse demons raised by Fang Geyu are not weak."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to tease, Fang Geyu's heart that had been mentioned in her throat suddenly sank back into her stomach, and she snorted coldly: "Afraid? When have you ever seen Miss Ben timid."

Bailian smiled, and at this moment, the white-boned monster with five broken fingers swelled up from the air, and the skeleton belonging to Miss Ji Ying was not only swallowed by an arm at this moment, most of the The body did not enter the many bones.

It seems that under the wish bead, the power in this bone body has been damaged, and it is urgently in need of great resentment to make up for it.

The corpses around Ji Ying, like cursed evil spirits, grabbed her body with their white arm bones and madly stuffed them into the huge body.

Bailian gave Fang Geyu a deep look: "You wait for me here."

Fang Geyu grabbed his blood-stained sleeve and said, "This level of monster is not something you and I can deal with. You Guilang killed so many people and created such a monster, Niangniang will definitely not sit back and watch. Li, let's get out of here first, and ask the maiden to take action."

Bailian shook his head: "It's too late, if Miss Ji Ying is swallowed by that monster, she will never be reincarnated."

Fang Geyu was a little annoyed: "She is already dead, with so many bones, can you save her alone?"

Bailian pursed her lips, looked at Fang Geyu with a complicated expression, pointed in the direction of Ji Ying's skeleton, and asked, "Fang Geyu, can't you see the ray of soul between her eyebrows?"

Fang Geyu was startled: "How could I possibly see that kind of thing?"

"What if I said that Miss Ji Ying's soul has not been completely destroyed?"

Fang Geyu loosened the hem of his clothes, looked at him seriously and said, "I'll go with you."

"You are waiting for me in a safe place."

"Stinky child! Who are you ordering?!"

There was a shrill north wind in the four fields, and the snow under the sky flew everywhere, blowing the red robes of the two people with similar styles.

Bailian didn't continue to refute her words, and after looking down at the vermilion bird carving on the coffin under his feet for a moment, he raised his head and smiled softly at Fang Geyu.

Then he reached out a hand towards her.

Suddenly, Fang Geyu met his gentle, almost obscure eyes.

She could clearly fly in the sky by herself, but under the gaze of such an invitation to fight together, she put her little hand, which was blown cold by the wind and snow, into his palm.

The same cold palm held her hand, but the next moment, Bailian made a move that made Fang Geyu stunned.

He stood on the ancient coffin, held the palm of the girl, and knelt down on one knee.

Her tall and straight waist was slightly bent, and she pressed her cold forehead against her fingertips.

He lowered his head and smiled and said, "I will bring the answer to this test question back to you, so I ask the eldest lady to obediently hide it, okay?"

The body temperature in the cold palm almost made her feel numb for a while, and now she can't even find out where this kid came from with such a strong self-confidence.

I just felt that deep in my heart, the only fatal soft spot was heavily rubbed by something furry, soft and itchy, but annoyingly unable to scratch the itch.

She curled her fingers slightly, but did not draw them out.

There was a strange softness on the fingertips, and the wind and snow brushed it, which was not cold and hot, and it stirred the heart uneasy.

She couldn't remember how she responded to his words.

Perhaps under this snowy night, she blushed uselessly and nodded.

Otherwise, how could he stand up so quickly, touched her head with a smile, and then turned to leave.

However, this time, it was also the first time in Fang Geyu's life that he wanted to earn a full score.

Bailian walked in the wind and snow, and put his palm close to his heart, a very strange feeling.

Without a heartbeat, the blood is cold, and the heart is also cold.

But at this moment, what is boiling in the depths of the body?

In his firm and deep pupils, the skeleton with bones like a mountain was clearly reflected, and Bailian had no way to trace the source of this excited emotion.

This is of course not some kind of childish deer ramming.

From the moment he set foot in this desolate house until he saw the scene of the corpse like a mountain in front of him, the tumultuous hustle and bustle in his body seemed to have reached some extreme state.

Bailian believes that he is not the kind of bloodthirsty and warlike person, and the blood and cold iron on the battlefield cannot make him feel excited and resonated.

He doesn't immerse himself in a hearty battle, and he doesn't find pleasure in killing.

But now, he felt that everything in front of him seemed to be a battlefield and a stage prepared for him.

This is a battle that only belongs to the trick!

Abandoned all swordsmanship, closed the two spiritual power nodes awakened in the body, and refused to resonate with the spiritual power between heaven and earth.

Bailian ignited the blood-colored eyes that belonged to the dark side, and the emotion in his eyes changed from fiery fighting intent to numb indifference, and it only took a moment for him.

He stretched his hand into his sleeve very naturally, as if he had done this a thousand times.

And the position where the piccolo in the sleeve was placed seemed to have not changed, just like a long-established habit.

The texture of the cold jade made him feel a distant nostalgia in his heart.

Sister Wen really didn't lie to him.

This piccolo has always been his thing.

In his heart, a voice was telling him.

This belongs to him, a weapon that he has always wanted to use but dare not use.

Like a forbidden power that is not allowed in life.

But at this moment, his life is over, and his existence is the biggest taboo in this world.

When the taboo grasped the taboo, it naturally broke the cage and chains that bound him.

You don't have to worry about so many taboos and worries.

Because he is Si Chen, no one can blame him anymore.

Bones are like mountains, like towers.

Under the shady curtain of the snowy night, the skeleton eyes above the bones ignited faintly, like a demon from Jiuyou.

(End of this chapter)