Brother, he doesn't understand style

Xiang Xingtong was very careful when talking with the masked man, they muttered together and couldn't hear clearly.

After a while they parted.

The masked man straightened up and handed her a sign in his hand.

"That's probably what you want to know. You keep this thing. If you want to get close to him, the fastest way is to use this thing to sneak in."

Xiang Xingtong put away his things when he heard the words, and cupped his fists at the masked man: "Thank you! If I get it, I will never forget your kindness today!"

"So good."

The masked man also returned a salute, then looked around and left after seeing nothing unusual.

Naturally, Xiang Xingtong, who had achieved her goal, wanted to leave. When the other party turned and left, she also turned back the same way and headed towards the gate of Jiangling City.

Rong Yin glanced at Chen Ziqing who was on the opposite tree, and the other party saw that Xiang Xingtong walked some distance away, and jumped to the ground without realizing it.

With extremely light hands, he quickly ran towards the masked man.

He was told by the other party that of course he stayed where he was. Anyway, he was bored, so he leaned on the tree trunk and looked up at the sky.

The branches and leaves in this forest are lush. Although it is already autumn, they are still full of vitality.

The cool wind mixed with the fragrance of green leaves blew past, brushing up the hem of his clothes hanging by his side, the blue clothes blended in with the forest without any disobedience.

Leaning like this for a long time actually felt very comfortable, and his eyelids became a little heavy, and he couldn't help squinting for a while.

……

"Young master, run!"

"Run! Don't look back, run!!!"

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Thunder rumbled in the night sky, and the rugged mountain road was very difficult to walk.

A young man fell several times, and the good cloth on his body was scratched, and he ran with the forest on his back, where swords clashed and screamed one after another.

There were traces of tears on his immature face, and his eyes were red like a rabbit, but he was the only one who walked firmly.

Another burst of lightning fell from the sky, the sound was deafening, like a thunderbolt hitting the ear, it lit up the night with a bang, and soon returned to pitch black.

Bean-sized raindrops poured down, and the mountain road under our feet was quickly wetted by the rain, turning into mud and making it more difficult to walk.

The young master ran a little far away and couldn't help turning his head, looking at the forest where he could no longer see the situation clearly, he could vaguely hear the servant's shouting.

He gritted his teeth and stared at the direction he came from.

When he lifted his foot and moved forward again, the road under his feet was already muddy. After stepping on it, the shoes sank a little, and when he lifted it up again, a lot of mud stuck to him. After repeated several times, his feet became unbearably heavy.

But this will not affect him from escaping from the bloody forest, and running desperately in the direction pointed by the servant. He can only survive by running with all his strength.

The raindrops were so big that they hit my face and it hurt, and some of them got astringent when they got into my eyes, but I still had to keep running to wipe off the rain on my face. Only by persevering can I survive!

Survival is the only belief in his heart!

"boom--!"

The sudden lightning struck down one after another, illuminating the weak figure clearly.

His eyes were bloodshot, like bloodthirsty scarlet, and the shrunken brown pupils reflected by the white light falling from the sky were not despair, pain, or fear.

But endless hatred.

A dark sea of ​​hatred that keeps spreading.

……

"Ah!"

Rong Yin suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, the pupils in his eyes dilated instantly, carrying extremely strong and fluctuating emotions.

He breathed heavily uncontrollably to fill the void in his heart caused by the nightmare, and the hands on his body trembled violently unconsciously, uncontrollably.

After a long period of buffering, he finally regained the feeling of his hands, and he squeezed hard to stop the trembling.

Take a deep breath, let it settle for a while, and then let it out with all your strength, as if you can get salvation by doing this.

Finally, he leaned back against the tree trunk with no strength, covered his eyes with one hand, and saw a slight agitation of his cheeks, as if he was clenching his teeth.

After being silent for a long time, a gleam of water quickly slipped down, and soon disappeared again, as if it had never appeared before.

When he got up again, everything was as usual, and he looked towards the direction not far from under the tree, and it was Chen Ziqing in a white robe who came over there.

After the person arrived under the tree, he jumped down. The Rong Yin who seemed to have fallen into the abyss just now seemed to never exist.

He stood in front of the other party and smiled heartily: "Brother has been away for so long, I have already fallen asleep."

"The other party is a bit difficult."

"Senior brother still find it difficult?" Rong Yin deepened the smile on the corner of his mouth, "In my mind, senior brother is omnipotent."

Chen Ziqing was helpless by what he said, so he also smiled: "If this is the case, it will save a lot of trouble."

"Brother, do you have troubles too?" Rong Yin's expression suddenly became serious, his eyes drifted far away, but he quickly pulled back and smiled again, "Brother, if you can smile as much as you have in recent days, you will be fine." would be so annoying."

"..."

When he said this, Chen Ziqing slightly retracted the corners of his mouth, recalling that the past two days were indeed true.