"It's cold at night, and you'll get sick if you expose your arms like this."

A warm and gentle voice suddenly came from beside her. She turned her head and looked, and the first thing that caught her eye was the red oil-paper umbrella that was not at all low-key.

The second thing is that face that is as smooth as jade.

"It's you." Fu Rou opened her mouth slightly in surprise.

Xie Qingyi smiled lightly, put down her rolled up sleeves, then circled her wrist again and said, "We meet again, girl."

His movements were so familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time, but this was clearly only their second meeting.

Fu Rou couldn't ignore the strong touch on her wrist. She opened her mouth first to ask him to let go, but before she could say anything, she felt her other hand being pulled in the opposite direction by a sudden force.

She staggered at that time, and before she could stand still and look at the person, she heard the cold and sharp voice: "Let her go."

From the sound of the voice, it sounded like it was Lu Shiling.

Fu Rou raised her eyes and saw that it was Lu Shiling.

However, he looked very unhappy, and the coldness between his brows and eyes was lowered, as if frost had covered his brows, showing the sharpness of frost.

The unsighted villager was still rushing towards Shi Ling. He thrust his sword into the opponent's heart with his backhand. Blood splashed on the pure black cuffs. He withdrew the sword without even blinking.

The long sword was filled with blood. He pointed the sword towards Xie Qingyi and said word by word: "Now, let go of your hand."

Xie Qingyi looked at him with a faint smile, and boundless darkness slowly surged in his eyes. The darkness was extremely heavy and deep, revealing a gloomy expression that was contrary to his appearance.

"What if I said, I don't."

The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he looked sideways at Fu Rou. Not only did he not let go, but he slowly slid his fingers down, stuffing his fingers into the other's soft hand, and then interlaced his fingers to hold the other's fingers.

Clear waves flowed from the corners of his eyes, and there was a slight smile on Yusheng's face.

If you look closely, there is a hint of satisfaction in that smile.

"It's so soft."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the cold wind blowing in front of him, and the young man had already raised the tip of his sword and was approaching him.

The corner of his lips didn't move, but a large dark color condensed on the umbrella and pressed towards the young man.

For a moment, it seemed as if all the horrors in the world were attacking him when he landed, and black tentacles accompanied by several shrill screams surrounded him.

It will regenerate when it is cut off by the sword, and it will reunite if it is dissipated by internal force. It is like an immortal soul.

Lu Shiling was soon surrounded by these black mist-like tentacles. Although his brows were not expressionless, his difficulty could still be seen from his frowning brows.

"I can give you a way to survive, as long as you..."

He glanced at the petite girl beside him, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, but there was a bit of gritting between his teeth:
Chapter completed!