The surrounding buildings are basically the same, so dilapidated. The cold wind blows over and the buildings are shaking, which really makes people wonder if they will collapse in the next second.

The people around them have different expressions and different clothes they wear.

Some people just sat under the eaves with a cigarette in their mouths, watching the passing people in the rising smoke, some people were grinding their swords casually, and the blade reflected a dazzling chill in the sun, and some people started fighting directly on the streets, the kind of stabbing each other, seeing blood.

The people around looked at the scene as if this was a normal thing, and some even watched the farce with the attitude of watching the show.

It seems that what is dying is not life, but a very small dust.

This is the daily routine of Slum No. 42.

A cold, cruel place without any bottom line of human nature.

The man followed Ran Bai and looked at the people who were still fighting not far away, and chuckled twice with disdain.

Ranbai didn't care about everything around him. To be precise, there was nothing worth her caring about.

It took about half an hour to walk out of Slum No. 42.

What caught my eye was no longer the dirty, dilapidated place.

It was a prosperous street full of popularity, vitality, and happiness.

It looks like a paradise of paradise.

No wonder,

It is a dreamy paradise in the eyes of Slum No. 42.

Ranbai narrowed his narrow eyes and laughed out loud in an unknown way.

"Why are you laughing?" the man was a little surprised, and he couldn't help asking.

"Shut up." Ranbai said indifferently.

man:"……"

OK,

Submit to the power of the boss.

Since you have arrived at this place, the man has no intention of keeping it there.

So Ranbai stood there, lifting his fair chin at the man, his voice was very light and there was no temperature: "You can leave now."

"Okay." The man's eyes lit up and he responded. He could not wait to leave. After all, being with the strange girl was like experiencing herself in a glacier, and I don't know what was going on.

And this person...

It's really too dangerous.

The feeling of oppression almost made him breathless.

He touched his arm, and it was farther away from Ranbai. He finally felt the warm feeling of the sun shining on his body.

The hot sun that was disgusting in the past has become so beautiful now.

The man seemed to have thought of something, and his movement paused. He turned around and looked at the girl not far away.

Only a slender and cold back could be seen, wearing a bloody clothing, drifting away against the light, and the blood-stained color slowly faded in the halo.

The man could still see the blood on the girl's body, and he felt a little strange.

Although there are many people in contact with the Demon Dream World, on such a bustling street, I saw such a pale and weird figure in such a bloody clothes, especially blood beads dripping from the fingertips, and a long blood mark spread out on the ground.

...just, don't you think it's weird?

He couldn't help but ask the old man who was still setting up a stall next to the street, "How do you feel about the girl who walked by just now?"

The old man set up a street stall with some ancient pants on it. When he heard the man's questioning, he was stunned. He raised his chaotic eyes and looked at the distance, "Who?"

"It's the one wearing blood-red clothes." The man suppressed his temper.

"Don't you think it's particularly conspicuous in the crowd? Look, she's still bleeding?"

Listening to the man's adjective, the old man frowned. To be precise, the person the man said must be a particularly eye-catching existence on the street.

but……

At first glance, the bustling crowds of people coming and going were in sight. Not to mention a young girl in blood who was particularly beautiful and had a third of evil spirit on her body, even a girl in red clothes would not be able to do so.

"Young, what kind of paranoia is this?" The old man looked at the man sympathetically, patted his shoulder with relief, and sighed a long sigh.

man:???

He was stunned for a moment and didn't understand the old man's meaning. After reacting, he immediately became anxious, "Didn't you see that person?!" He looked at him again without believing in evil, and he could still see the blood-colored figure concealed by the halo. How could no one see it?

Hearing the man's questioning, the old man looked stern, "What are you talking about? I'm not as dazed as my eyes are so dizzy. How could I not see such a living person? Don't say it's a girl in blood, I dare say that there is not even a girl in red!"

Listening to the old man staring at his eyes and a little unpleasant tone of being questioned, the man's figure completely stiffened.

real……

Can't see it?

He suddenly felt a little cold on his body and panickedly pulled others to ask.

When the passers-by saw the mark that only appeared in the iconic Slum No. 42 on the man, they all showed disdainful expressions, as if they had seen something dirty.

In desperation,

Men can only leave the Demon Dream World in a daze. After all, if they are discovered by some nobles, they will inevitably be like a cow or a horse.

When he turned back again, he could no longer see the extremely conspicuous bloody clothes.

"Grass, let's get evil." Recalling the scene that was exactly the same as the one who died three years ago, and the biting coldness when he came here, the man spitted out, feeling a little unlucky. The coldness on his body had not dissipated, but he accelerated his pace and hurried back to the slum No. 42 with his head down.

…

It's night,

The world of magic dreams,

The dark night enveloped the world, and the world seemed to be in a state of silence, with only the wind and grass blowing and the sound of trees swaying in slight sounds.

The slender and cold boy had just walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing a solemn black bathrobe with a slightly wider collarbone, revealing half of his cold and hard collarbone, and his skin was morbidly pale.

But the mysterious and evil bone chain was always carried, and the small silver-white cross shone with a faint light in the night.

Suddenly, Si Jin's movements paused. He stood there, slender and upright, with a sense of indifference that penetrated everything and was not moved.

The boy was silent in his work, because just after taking a shower, his ink-colored hair was still wet, just covering his eyes. The water droplets slowly slid down from his handsome side face with clear edges and corners, along the beautiful curve of the collarbone, and finally fell off his collar.

The interweaving of coldness and laziness brings a breathtaking contrast.

The lights in the room were falling, and only the whistling of the wind could be heard outside the window.

Si Jin lowered his eyes slightly, and could see a slowly approaching figure behind him from the glass mirror next to him.
Chapter completed!