final catastrophe

Chapter 336 Special Extra Story - Black Pigeon (It has nothing to do with the main text)

In the night, a bit of dark red incense burnt slowly to the end.

Beside the tranced gauze curtain, someone was already sitting.

In the darkness, she couldn't tell the color of her pajamas. Her long hair was uncombed, hanging down in a mess, cut into two sides by the thin shoulders like knives.

The front and the back, like the gurgling stream, parted ways here.

Xia Ji opened his eyes, looked at the beautiful silhouette, and stared at it fascinated.

Ordinary people feel so good!
"Didn't you see enough last night? Be careful to dig out your eyeballs!" Qian Ying in front of the gauze curtain said fiercely, her small palm turned into a hook shape, and she grabbed the air forward, acting like a devil.

Xia Ji showed a faint smile, and he said gently: "It's really my negligence to make you wake up earlier than me."

After finishing speaking, he got up, quickly put on his clothes, and walked out with his slippers on.

"Xia Ji!"

The voice behind him trembled and hesitated.

Even if the darkness couldn't see anything, even if he didn't even look at it, the ordinary man who turned around could feel her expression.

She likes to bite her lips, hesitate to speak, and then bury all the depression in her heart deeper, not talking to anyone.

The ordinary man showed a gentle smile: "It's not yet dawn, so please wait."

He opened the door like a gentleman. Outside the door is the hall. On one side of the hall is an independent kitchen with all kitchen utensils and tables and chairs.

Take ingredients out of the freezer.

Xia Ji handled the veal proficiently, and then the seasonal fruits, as if considering the appetite of the two of them, he poured long rice grains into the pot after deliberation.

It's not yet dawn.

He is meticulously making "love breakfast".

And at some point, the beautiful figure in crimson pajamas stood behind him, then sat at the table, quietly watching the man's back.

His movements are exquisite and elegant, his sword is not slow or slow, and the fire is just right.

He seems to be a natural chef, he has a "precise" understanding of the ingredients, and he understands the tastes of the guests very well.

Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, how much salt to put, how much cooking wine, he was all right.

However, Ren Qingying knew that he was not a chef, and he hadn't even cooked a meal for others.

He obviously possesses such superb technology, but he doesn't want to show it to anyone, and he doesn't want anyone to know about it.

The reason why he put on a coat and cooked breakfast warmly like a family man was simply because...
Her eyes fell into a blur and a trance, but her thoughts were interrupted.

"It's almost dawn."

The man came over with a gentle smile, holding a pair of silver plates in his left and right hands, on which were placed honey-glazed veal, seafood porridge, and five-flavored fruit.

Simple, but full of fragrance.

Ren Qingying took the silver plate, and the man poured the self-brewed grape wine in good time.

The scarlet liquid rushed down from the wall of the cup, and even in the darkness, it shone with a bewitching brilliance. I don't know how it was brewed.

The red wine swirled, flowing out of the center of the brain like a vortex, but quickly calmed down.

"cheers."

The man who sat down at some point picked up the wine glass that had been frozen to the marrow.

Ren Qingying smiled, pulled back her long, parted hair, and raised her cup.

when.
There was a crisp collision, and then each took a sip.

The aroma of red wine can just wake up the sleeping taste buds, but the coldness in the throat will dissipate the heat in a timely manner. After being warmed, it flows into the body again, turning into a quiet flame in the abdomen, burning, making people unconscious Pain, no restlessness.

The light did not come.

But in the end, it was dawn.

The hazy sky, with thin and irritating fog, scattered outside the house so that all the green trees and red flowers turned gray.

"The horse is ready." Xia Ji was still in his pajamas.

"I've changed into my clothes, too." Ren Qingying had already changed into a tight-fitting black dress with a crimson cape, which was so short that it just reached the bend of her legs.

"So."

The two looked at each other and exhaled lightly, but neither of them wanted to say the next sentence.

Staring at each other, they suddenly laughed together tacitly.

Smiling very happily, as if the two met each other for the first time last year, it was love at first sight.

Now, the feeling that seems to be destined in the dark is still binding this young couple, but it's time to say goodbye.

Xia Ji suddenly said: "Wouldn't it be better to go again next week?"

Ren Qingying was taken aback, she bit her lip unconsciously, and said: "There are other tasks next week."

"I'll go with you."

"You don't know martial arts, so what's the use of going? Besides, this time, you should be fine."

With an obvious "helpless perfunctory" tone, Ren Qingying immediately smiled again: "Don't worry, I'm very good."

She stretched out her left hand, and before she knew it, a shining silver dagger was already in Qian Qiansu's hand, spinning rapidly in the palm of her hand, as if by magic, all the lights of the knives appeared in an instant, turning into sharp and shocking balls.

Xia Ji smiled, he didn't want to keep him anymore, because the words have come to an end, how can he keep him?
How to keep it?

The ordinary man was as gentle as ever: "Be careful."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his left cheek was lightly tapped. That point made all the tenderness in the world fall, and the haze of the whole world dissipated, bringing all the unsatisfactory endings to an end.

"Don't wait for me." Ren Qingying turned to leave, and the voice came from afar.

"Will not."

Xia Ji responded lightly.

-

Three days later.

The pitch-black ghostly pigeon quietly stood beside the bed, its pale pupils staring straight at the room.

Xia Ji pushed open the wooden window, casually unwrapped the letter wrapped around the black pigeon's feet, then took out some pieces of raw meat, and threw them on the window edge, "Thanks for your hard work."

The beak of the black pigeon was as sharp as the sickle of the dead, and it quickly pecked off the meat, greedily eating the meat.

After wolfing it down, it raised its head and stared at Xia Ji.

Xia Ji shook his head and smiled, then waved: "Follow me, we can't let our little messenger go hungry."

The pigeon's wings opened as if they were burning, and it rushed into this ordinary small house.

Xia Ji closed the window, walked through the bedroom, walked through the short corridor, came to the ice cellar, and took out a human corpse that had been cut into three parts.

"Eat."

The black pigeon didn't wait for him to say any more, it just jumped at the frozen corpse and began to feast on it.

Xia Ji sat on the wooden chair beside him in an extremely gentlemanly manner, spreading out the roll of letter paper unhurriedly.

There was only one sentence on the paper: Ren Qingying, entered Gushan for two days and disappeared on the third day.

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, rolled up the paper, and threw it into the bucket on the side.

He is just an ordinary person now, how can he interfere with these things that are far beyond his power?

Ren Qingying's saber technique before parting was superb, but that was only the tip of the iceberg of her strength, even so, she was still deeply involved.

He is an ordinary person, what's the use of going?
A creepy smile suddenly appeared on Xia Ji's lips. Without changing his clothes, he took out a crossbow from the ice cellar without looking at how much was left in the arrow box, and strode outside the door.

There is a black horse outside the door. The horse's face is terrifying and its eyes are sunken. It is ready to follow its master at any time.

"Let's go." Xia Ji jumped on the horse, "Today is 520, and I have to rush to confess. Thinking about it carefully, I haven't said 'I love you' to her for more than a year. It's time."

He seemed to be going to confess, instead of going to the gloomy lonely mountain.

He held what appeared to be not a sinister crossbow, but a bouquet of flowers.

Horseshoes rattled, like the most tender love poems, began to write slowly on this blank road.

(Today is a good day for 520. The author wishes all lovers to get married!)

(End of this chapter)