Instead, the dimness and chaos in the room made Liu Ruiying's attention not have any place to focus except this person.

When you concentrate, your ears will naturally increase.

"But I just went out to pick you up and it was the first time I saw the light in many years. If a person had been in the dark shadows, he wouldn't be afraid of the darkness there."

This person said.

"What's the reason... I'm afraid of black when I see black."

Liu Ruiying said disdainfully.

"You are proud of the light, so of course you are afraid of the darkness. You think there is always an unfathomable existence in the darkness. Since that's the case, it's better to hide yourself in the darkness. If you can't see it, it won't see you."

This person said.

Liu Ruiying heard every word of this sentence.

But when they are connected, they only give him four words.

A nonsense.

Who has ever been proud of the light?

Even if the sunshine outside the house turns into a sword rain, some people will go out to embrace the sun without hesitation, risking the bloody and bloody risks of going out to embrace the sun.

Liu Ruiying thought that this light is sword rain.

But his hand was also holding a long sword.

It may not be possible that my sword will not be able to block the sharpness of the sword rain.

If you really can't stop it, then you can't stop it.

He will die even under the sword rain turned into by the sun, and do not live in the dark and broken house.

Suddenly, Liu Ruiying noticed that the person was lying on the outfit, there was a bulge in the middle.

It seemed like there were a lot of stuff stuffed under the bed, pushing it up.

"Your bed is very special."

Liu Ruiying asked.

He was embarrassed to be too direct and could only beat around the bush.

I hope to use this to bring the topic to this bed and let this person speak it out.

"It's just a little bigger and dirty. What's so special?"

This person said.

He looked at Liu Ruiying with a slanted eye.

But his face was full of jokes.

"You're talking about the bed, I'm talking about the bed."

Liu Ruiying said.

"Is it a bed under the bed? Have you ever seen someone lie down while sleeping?"

This person said.

He closed his eyes and the joke on his face faded.

"The world is so big, and some people lie on the bed like you and don't want to get up. Naturally, some people will just go under the machine every night."

Liu Ruiying said.

"I can't get anyone under my bed."

This person said.

"A bed of such a big size must be even more empty under the bed. How can you not get into someone?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

Seeing that this person actually started to talk down according to his words, he couldn't help but feel very surprised.

“Because I have too much stuff under my bed.”

This person said.

"What?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

He thought that this man wouldn't even wear clothes, so what could stuff under the bed so full.

"letter."

This person said.

"letter?"

Liu Ruiying is incredible.

How could he write letters?

Although judging from this person's martial arts cultivation, he will definitely not be illiterate.

But if he said he could write a letter, Liu Ruiying would not believe it no matter what.

But what if it was written to him by someone else?

This cannot be too absolute.

But there is not even a place to write in this room, let alone brush and ink.

People write letters just to reply to the other party.

If you only write but don’t accept it, anyone will destroy your heart.

But if there were letters under this person's bed, there would definitely be more than one or two letters, or maybe hundreds or thousands.

Liu Ruiying doesn't believe who has such perseverance. He writes so many letters but does not expect any feedback.

"I wrote the letter and put it in after I finished writing it."

This person said.

Liu Ruiying was surprised.

It is time to send it away after the letter is written.

But he hid all the letters he had written under the bed.

Could it be that I should write a letter to myself?

If you want to record something, just write a diary, why bother to write a letter?

This is a ritual-like trouble.

In your diary, you can act as recklessly as possible.

But writing a letter is inevitable to have to carefully consider the words.

But Liu Ruiying thought about it and knew that this person was lying to him.

"The letters you wrote? You don't even have a set of pens and ink. Could it be that all you wrote are blood books?"

Liu Ruiying asked.

"How precious is blood? I always make others bleed! I write a wine book."

This person said.

"Wine Book?"

Liu Ruiying equated wine books with drunken words.

I guess he wrote and painted on a whim after drinking too much.

"Yes, write with your hands dipped in wine, and put it in an envelope and stuff it in. Isn't this a wine book?"

This person said.

There was still a little ridiculous at the end of the words.

It seems that I think Liu Ruiying's problem is too idiotic.

Blood books are written in blood, isn’t wine books written in wine?

But blood and wine have essential differences.

The wine is brought into the mouth and will melt into the blood after drinking it.

So this wine can be contained in blood.

But apart from some extremely evil dark skills, Liu Ruiying didn't hear anyone going to drink blood.

And the blood will only sink when it falls into the wine.

It seems to be one, but it is still two.
To be continued...