[Yi Yang Qianxi] Chang Gung Star

07.

"Welcome back, my God."

Elliott opened his eyes wide in astonishment, the next moment he turned over and glared at the slow-moving Yi Yangqianxi, Elliott gritted his teeth at Yiyangqianxi. "Ha, Yi Yang Qianxi, this story is very good. Don't Orientals pay attention to reciprocity? Let me tell you a joke." Before the words fell, Elliot picked up the oiled paper umbrella on his lap Pointing directly at Yi Yang Qianxi's neck, he grinned and sorted out the wrinkled and folded jacket due to casually lying on the bed.Yi Yang Qianxi -- resting his head on one hand and resting the other on his stomach, he was not at all afraid of Elliott's fatal move.

"You're still running away, Elliott!" Yi Yang Qianxi turned his head to avoid the oil-paper umbrella that was coming towards him, and the hand that supported his head grabbed Elliott's wrist holding the umbrella, "There are many loopholes!" , too impatient."

With a cold snort, Elliott rolled over in mid-air, stepped on Yi Yang Qianxi's shoulder, and ran towards the window with his strength, and with a 'click', Elliott broke through the window, and the glass shards crashed Dropped one by one.Yi Yang Qianxi rubbed his trampled right shoulder, stood up and walked to the window, stepping on the shards of glass, frowned slightly as he heard the noise of the shards of glass, and looked out of the window at the point where back. "It's really nonsense, don't make me wait too long, I cough..."

The disgusting rust smell permeated the tip of his tongue, stimulating the taste buds on the tip of his tongue, and he shrugged helplessly.It was raining lightly outside the window, and Yi Yang Qianxi stretched out his hand from the hole that Elliott knocked out. The cold raindrops dripped on his hand, and slid down his fingers, forming small water balls on the palm of his hand. The small water balls It spilled out of the palm, and then fell down the elbow... There was a bitter smile on Yi Yang Qianxi's face, and the scarlet liquid appeared at the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care about it, just took back his hand and stood behind his back.

His legs suddenly softened at this moment, and he groaned and collapsed on the shards of glass. Some shards of glass pierced into his legs, and the priest's robe was stained dark red...

Yi Yang Qianxi barely stood up while leaning on the wall, his eyes kept on looking out of the window, "It's really snow. It's worse." Suddenly, his heart tightened suddenly, and the powerlessness in his hands made him smile wryly. His legs were half-bent and trembling from falling on the shards of glass.His brain nerves were tense, and his elbows rested on the roof to support his body, trying to make himself stand up straight.The shards of glass were trampled by his move, his lips were parted, and the dry lips were moistened by the heavy rain dripping from the hole. The suffocation made Yi Yang Qianxi gasp for breath, What you see with your eyes is hazy for a while, and it is very clear for a second.

"It seems that... I can't hold on anymore, I just found you, bastard...

"

He couldn't be more familiar with this feeling. It was like this before he died in previous lives... The strength in his whole body dissipated at the speed of his naked eyes, and he fell to the ground without paying attention, and the ground quickly rendered a blossoming scarlet... Her pale lips were wriggling silently, and then a relieved smile appeared, the choking rust smell permeated the whole mouth and the air; the numb spirit curled up in the warmth of the cold glass slag Heat up the body, for a moment, the body seems to have fallen into the deep sea, and what I feel is either suffocation or coldness.At that time, the strong dissatisfaction with the world could only be contained obediently in his body; Yi Yang Qianxi laughed hysterically, this night was still long but it was enough to destroy his body and mind; the dizziness from blood loss made his eyes gradually faint... ..

The next day, Sister Catherine didn't see the priest who was used to waking up early during her morning exercises, so she came to the priest's bedroom with doubts. The hidden door] and the smell made her slightly frowned. I prayed in my heart that this was all an illusion, and at the same time stretched out my hand and gently pushed open the false door.

"Father One!"

She looked at the pale priest lying in a pool of blood in disbelief, ran up to him in a panic and stretched out her hands to help him up, but touched the glass shards under his body, which scratched her chest With her fingers stuck into her flesh, Katharina gasped, and insisted on helping him up.The coldness of his body made her think of the worst.

"May the Lord bless you!" She murmured constantly, and staggered to support him towards the door.