The boy's eyes were so deep that it was so deep that it was like a dark deep sea, a little obscure and a pathological paranoia lurking deep in the eyes.

There is no reason you can come at will and leave without any scruples.

This is unfair.

Now that I'm here,

Then don't think about leaving again.

"I won't leave." Ranbai said calmly, his words cold and brief, as if he used the shortest words to express the most uneasy feelings: "You are."

Si Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him, his long eyelashes drooping slightly.

It's best.

What he wants is to get into his arms even if he uses any means.

Even if he can recognize such a person, he will never let him go either by life or death.

So even in such a dangerous place, even if you are doomed, you will never regret it.

That's all.

Si Jin lowered his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes seemed to be able to overflow from black mist. In the dim light and shadow, the slender boy supported the girl with one hand, leaned over slightly, lowered his body, with a faint cold fragrance.

The black hat was casually buckled on the broken hair, covering the eyebrows and eyes, only revealing the high nose bridge and the thin lips that looked like a light ray of light. Everything seemed bewitching and tempting.

Ranbai leaned against the tree trunk, motionless, and there was no sign of dodging. His blood-red pupils contained a light coolness and a warmth that was not easy to detect.

He leaned over coldly, and his beautiful and fair jaw curve slowly brushed across the girl's side face. His breath hit Ranbai, with a clean cold fragrance. The moment he lowered his eyes and kissed him, even his cold eyes seemed to be in love.

…

Ying Huaixue did go out once pretending to behave, but she didn't notice anything unusual, nor did she feel that anyone was attacking her. She felt a little relieved, and then thought about the direction of the life-and-death hunting ground and let out a breath with a little annoyance.

Last time at the Life and Death Hunting Ground...

Is it possible that it has something to do with that inexplicable portrait?

If that's true,

Is that person not dead at all, or is it... after death, he takes revenge?

No matter which possibility it is, Ying Huaixue's mood has sinked to the bottom.

Three days later,

The sun is still shining during the day. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, the temperature can almost burn so much that it makes people cook and get hotter.

But on the contrary, what is in contrast is,

The hotter the day is, the colder the night is.

Ying Huaixue was wearing a black robe and wrapped herself very tightly. Even if she knew Ying Huaixue, or Ying’s father Yingguan, she would never recognize Ying Huaixue when she saw Ying Huaixue’s appearance.

She looked around very frequently, almost once in a few minutes, but no matter how she looked, she didn't find anything wrong with anyone around her.

Naturally, I couldn't see it. Beside me, there was a girl who was stained with blood and had long hair half-covered her pale face.

Ying Huaixue came all the way to where she wanted to go.

Ranbai looked around casually and raised his eyebrows slightly.

As expected,

Slum No. 42.

Someone saw Ying Huaixue's arrival and no expression appeared on his face. After all, the people living here were basically numb.

Ying Huaixue hid among the crowd and finally quietly arrived at a very obvious place in Slum No. 42.

This place looks much better than other buildings. Although they are very dilapidated, the place is very large, and the people entering and leaving the surroundings are filled with bloody aura.
Chapter completed!