Zhao Ge: 75. Pitch and patter

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Hearing Liu Wuyan's words, the young man in the temple finally reacted. He turned his head and glanced at Liu Wuyan.

Liu Wuyan suddenly relaxed, the young man had no intention of killing in his eyes, nothing, he just glanced at her casually, no different from looking at a stone and a tree on the side of the road.

It is impossible for those who chase her to have such a look. The Jintang imperial clan is the dead men raised with hatred and blood. Those people are like hungry wolves as good at tracking down the dead, and their eyes are as fierce as wolves.

Liu Wuyan breathed a sigh of relief and stepped into the temple.

The night of the Cangpu Dynasty was very humid, the temperature was very low, and the temple was very cold. Liu Wuyan shuddered as soon as she sat down, she couldn't help but look at the teenager opposite. The white clothes he was wearing looked clean, but it was not thick and not necessarily warm.

Liu Wuyan is not sure whether the boy opposite is cold or not, because his skin is almost transparent.

"Do you want to come over a little bit?"

Liu Wuyan raised a fire and felt a little warmer. She fiddled with the fire and looked up at the young man sitting opposite. He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, Liu Wuyan thought for a while and asked.

Liu Wuyan, who was before, will definitely not speak.

The previous Liu Wuyan, who was still the eldest of the Liu family, is a complete bastard, relying on his family background and a little talent, domineering, domineering and rude, not afraid of the sky, and not afraid of anyone. Annoyed, just don't know what kindness and considerateness is.

But the Liu family of Yunshangge had already perished a month ago.

She didn’t know what happened to her, apart from eating, drinking, and making trouble all the time. When she came back to her senses, the Liu family’s mansion was already bloodied on the ground, the pride of Yun Shangge, who and her The opposite brother desperately sent her out of the capital.

The elder brother who looked at her the most unpleasant, thought she was the disgrace of the Liu family, when several rays of light fell, he tightly guarded her, tearing apart the teleporting scroll and stuffing it into her hand. Roaring at her quickly, he turned to face the silent killers in black armor.

She is indeed a shame to the Liu family.

So she ran away, not daring to look back. For the next month, the eldest lady, who had not had the name of the Liu Family on the Cloud, lived as embarrassed as the falling water dog. She fled from here to there in panic all day long.

She is no longer Miss Liu from Yunshangge.

Looking at the young man sitting across from him, Liu Wuyan wondered if he was the same as himself, the eldest young master of which family, but because of something he was reduced to sitting in this temple. She felt that she was a little pitiful right now, and even the cold guy who looked at the opposite side became a little pitiful.

So for the first time, Liu Wuyan cared about a stranger.

But! Knot! fruit!

The other party is actually even more annoying than she used to be, and she didn't even cast her eyes at all. She shouldn't say a word, completely treating her as non-existent.

For the first time, Liu Wuyan discovered that there are people in the world more annoying than himself.

"What's your name?"

"Why are you here?"

"Aren't you cold?"

……

In annoyance, Liu Wuyan didn't stop doing two things, and just started talking to each other non-stop. Don't bother to care about her, right? That must annoy you.

In the end, Liu Wuyan leaned against the wall exhaustedly, feeling that her mouth was almost dry: "...You shouldn't be a dumb? You are a great one."

While complaining, Liu Wuyan still made the fire a little bigger, and divided some to the boy.

——The wood she removed from the temple altar was used to make the fire. This temple has been ruined, and the idols worshipped by the locals don’t know where they are. Fortunately, the idols are gone, otherwise If you start a fire with the wood of the altar in front of the idol, you may be retributed.

"Little mute, do you think it will rain?"

Liu Wuyan stared blankly at the sunken sky outside, rubbed the sword beside him, and talked to the opposite boy without a word.

She must keep saying something and not let herself fall asleep. She didn’t want to have that dream anymore, she didn’t want to see the Liufu ancestral temple burning in the flames, the elder brother who shouted at herself, the old-fashioned elder brother who always looked at her unpleasantly turned to face the **** hungry wolves The same killer...

The teenager on the opposite side did not sleep either, but did not speak either.

Liu Wuyan thought maliciously, whether the other party was just like him, a coward running away, and didn't dare to face nightmares. But when I think about it, it's not like that, although the other party is alone, but his body is clean.

While speaking, Liu Wuyan suddenly closed her mouth.

She has actually been paying attention to the outside situation. During the time she entered the Cangpu dynasty, she already had some understanding of the ghost weather here. There were often miasma at night, and once the miasma rose, it was very There will easily be demons hiding in the miasma and feeding on living people.

At the moment, a light milky white mist began to appear outside the temple.

Seeing that the miasma was about to spread to the temple, Liu Wuyan frowned, took out a small piece of plaque carved with a Buddha statue from his arms and placed it at the entrance of the temple. When the heavy miasma spread to the entrance of the temple, it was separated by an invisible mask. Liu Wuyan watched the increasingly dense miasma, his face became serious.

"Little dumb."

She spoke in a low voice to the teenager who was watching the fire with her eyes down.

"Do you know how to martial arts?"

The boy ignored her, and the fire light shone on his almost transparent face, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow.

——Okay, okay, it really looks like a little mute.

Liu Wuyan shrugged, grabbed the long sword from the ground, and stood up.

This **** luck, was not caught up by those assassins in black armor, but met with miasma and demons.

I saw the miasma getting heavier and heavier, and finally it was as thick as a fog. From the white mist, there were some vague shadows shaking. Liu Wuyan frowned and stood at the entrance of the temple, holding his long sword horizontally, preparing for the worst.

It was mentioned in the "Three Emperors' Scroll: The History of the Earth": Cangpu giant ridge is full of miasma fog, and demons will follow it out. Night cannibalism, and visitors cannot return.

Before the spiritual power of the Fanyin Pavilion's spiritual cards is exhausted, the miasma cannot enter the temple, but the things in the depths of the miasma cannot be blocked by such low-level spiritual cards. Liu Wuyan began to pray for the blessings of the ancestors and ancestors, hoping that tonight she met the ordinary demons before.

Liu Wuyan stood in front of the temple, making a gesture of preparing to defend against the enemy.

She turned her back to the young man sitting on the ground, and didn't see the young man turning his head slightly.

The young man who remained silent all the time stared at the misty miasma, not knowing what he was thinking, the fire light shone on his side face, drawing a clear outline.

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The miasma is sticky, but the ancestors and ancestors blessed her once, the Liu family scum. Although the strength of the demon who came out of the mist was not weak, but after doing all they could, he was still cut by Liu Wuyan. killed.

She put the corpse of the beheaded monster outside the temple to deter the looming shadow of the miasma. As long as there is no stronger existence than the one she killed last, then there will be no more The other monsters tried to come over.

In the world of monsters, the level is more strict than that of humans.

Liu Wuyan staggered and turned back to the place where she had been sitting before, leaning against the wall to sit down slowly.

The boy on the opposite side didn't seem to be affected by the battle that just happened at the entrance of the temple. His clothes were clean and white as snow, and the light of the fire fell in his eyes, like countless stars.

"It looks so good, but it's a pity to be dumb."

Liu Wuyan said softly. She raised her head and leaned against the wall, holding the blood-stained sword tightly in her hand. She raised her head and looked at the roof, without the strength to speak again. Suddenly, she heard the sound of raindrops falling on the roof of the temple.

Pattered.

It's raining.

Liu Wuyan tilted her head to listen to the sound of the rain, pretending that she was still in the Liu Mansion known as the "Song of Clouds", and she was still in her room next to the lotus pond. When it rained, she habitually did nothing. Do it, and listen to the rain that seems to wash away everything.

That is what no one knows about the domineering Miss Liu Family, the only thing that can be called a lady's poetic hobby.

She likes to listen to the rain, because when she was very young, when she was not as a **** later, every time it rained, her brother would take her hand and sneak out of the Liu Mansion.

They only held a paper umbrella, and the rain made a pattering sound on the paper umbrella.

My brother is only one month older than her, but he is a head taller than her. She had to raise her head to see her brother Qingjun's profile. They kept walking in the rainy night, the wooden clogs stepped on the rain, and the water droplets splashed and fell.

Unfortunately, she became a complete **** later, and her brother was unwilling to hold her hand and walk along the rainy alley.

Grow up.

She became the scum of the Liu family, and her brother became the glory of the Liu family.

But why? The last one who survived was her scum?

Liu Wuyan thought, her face was dry and there were no tears.

Pattered, like a sad song of heaven and earth.

Listen, Liu Wuyan's body gradually stiffened. She slowly squeezed the blood-stained sword, and the muscles on her body became tight one by one, and a chill came out from the bones.

She heard the slow approaching footsteps.