Feng Qi stood in front of the window in a daze.

The rain was pattering on the ground, and everything was white.

It was obviously a sunny day just now, but as the sky suddenly changed, black clouds pushed in from a distance.

With a thunderstorm, heavy rain fell, as if out of control.

People hiding under oil-paper umbrellas mingled with each other on the street, and the water on the ground was in pieces.

In the pouring rain, the children playing could not find their way back, and the sound of adults calling for their children was heard, scurrying around like headless flies.

After a while, the people on the street dispersed completely and became completely deserted.

The scarf left behind was shaking in the storm, and it felt inexplicably dilapidated.

It's like the song ends and everyone disperses.

It was as dark as late at night outside, and Feng Qi felt that he should go home earlier at this time.

But in the private room on the first floor, there is still a master of all knowledge.

Feng Qi turned his head rarely and finally glanced at Wan Shitong.

"They all say that Know-It-All never leaves the dungeon, why are you here now?"

The food on the first floor is indeed one of the best in the world. Feng Qi is also addicted to the taste here, so he comes out from time to time.

It's just that Wan Shitong also took advantage of this time to come to look for Fengqi from time to time, maybe asking her to kill someone or steal something...

Feng Qi never thought that one day he would really become a thief.

Wan Shitong ignored the dishes on the table and just sipped the hot tea in his hand with a smile on his face.

"It only takes a moment to build hatred, but it takes many years to build love."

But Feng Qi just looked at him without saying a word, with an indifferent look on his face as if he didn't understand anything.

Wanshitong smiled again, and then half-supported his face, "I have been staying in the dungeon for a long time, and I want to come up and be a man."

It was getting dark, and lanterns were already lit outside the shops. Through the heavy rain curtain, the candlelight looked a bit like fireflies.

"How is life in Yun Mansion lately?"

Feng Qi didn't answer. Ever since Shen Chi talked with Lu Youran, Lu Youran had sent him outside on the pretext of being sick.

Of course, she is still the fifth lady of Yun Mansion.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Yunzhuo himself doesn't care anymore.

Today Fengqi changed his clothes and got away from Jingxi before coming out, but unfortunately he encountered such a heavy rain.

After staying for a while, seeing that the heavy rain still showed no sign of letting up, Wan Shitong had no choice but to stand up.

"It's getting late, I'll take you back."

Feng Qi did not refuse, and Wan Shitong's carriage was parked outside the first floor, next to the street, bathed in the heavy rain.

The carriage seemed to be cut off from all the chill in the outside world, but instead was mingled with a faint fragrance, which was the smell of Wan Shitong.

The carriage moved slowly in the pouring rain, and Wan Shitong kept reading the book in his hand with great interest.

"Why are you obsessed with Yunzhuo?"

Faced with Wan Shitong's sudden inquiry, Feng Qi replied calmly: "You are Wan Shitong, I thought you knew."

"Everyone knows everything, but I really can't figure out what's going on with you."

"I don't know, it's just that Yunzhuo makes me feel guilty."

Suddenly, a low laughter came from the rain curtain, and Feng Qi was slightly startled. The laughter was low but solemn and grand.

Wan Shitong's face changed instantly, as if he were a completely different person, and his suddenly tightened pupils revealed vigilance and uneasiness.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

Feng Qi subconsciously clenched Zhuyue in his hand. Before he could make any move, Wan Shitong let out a low growl.

"Sit back!"

There seemed to be someone outside the window. They stood in the rain and stared at the two people in the carriage.

Feng Qi frowned. There was killing in the rain that he had not felt for a long time.

Wan Shitong lowered his head, but with a smile on his lips, "I finally came out once, and I met this group of people unexpectedly."

"Where are your ghost soldiers?"

Wan Shitong looked helpless, "I came out secretly, I'm afraid I might implicate you."

It seemed like someone was approaching, and there was the sound of nails rubbing against each other outside the window.

"But I'm here, no one will hurt you."

She held Zhuyue tightly with her backhand and stabbed straight out of the carriage. The long sword penetrated the carriage and was embedded inside, with half of the blade exposed.

The thick blood carried a pungent smell in the wind, but was immediately washed away by the heavy rain.

The horse, which had almost had its hoof cut off, was frightened, and the carriage suddenly ran wildly in one direction.

In the fast-running carriage, both of their bodies couldn't help but sway around in the carriage.

Feng Qi stabilized Wan Shitong's body and lowered his voice, "Don't be afraid."

Wan Shitong, who was protected behind him by Feng Qi, had a calm expression on his face. He just looked at Feng Qi's serious face and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.

She opened the carriage door and held the horse's reins tightly.

The friction between the wheels and the ground makes a harsh noise.

Feng Qi looked at the carriage, surrounded by men in black who were approaching, like ghosts, approaching silently, carrying bloody killings.

The pulled out Zhuyue was tightly held in Fengqi's hand, waving continuously in the heavy rain.

Some of the men in black who rushed towards them had no time to dodge, and were stabbed into their bodies by the sharp blade in Feng Qi's hand.

The rolling corpse made a heart-stopping sound under the wheels, like the sound of bones being crushed.

But the ghostly man in black kept trying to stop the carriage that was approaching madness in the heavy rain, but was knocked out one by one.

Their bodies seemed weightless and shaky.

A runaway carriage quickly drove a group of people out of the city, and finally stopped on a cliff.

In the violent rotation, Feng Qi let go of the reins and found Wan Shitong again.

Feng Qi stretched out his hand to hold Wan Shitong's head, his palms warm, "Be careful."

Wan Shitong's body was a little stiff, and this woman seemed to regard herself as a child who needed protection.

The car suddenly stopped and turned upside down. Feng Qi's voice was hoarse, "I told you I would take you back."

Kicking open the car door, Feng Qi grabbed Wan Shitong and jumped out. The two rolled down several times before stopping.

The damaged carriage failed to stop for a moment and actually dragged several horses together and rolled down the cliff. Even the last neighing sounds of the horses were drowned in the thunder.

Wan Shitong was originally wearing a white robe, which was now soaked and clinging tightly to his body.

The biting cold made Wan Shitong cough uncontrollably. He covered his face and looked a little weak.

Looking at the ice-beautiful know-it-all, Feng Qi frowned slightly.

Wan Shitong's voice trembled, "I was seriously injured that year and the root cause of my illness was revealed."

Maybe this is one of the reasons why Wan Shitong has never left the dungeon. Not only are there people outside chasing him, but also because his body does not allow him to go far.

Looking at the men in black who gathered around him, Feng Qi felt that the wind and rain around him had become sticky.

Feng Qi just looked into Wan Shitong's eyes and said word by word: "Don't be too far away from me, and don't be too close."

Looking at the man in black rushing towards him, Feng Qi spun violently, his long sword brought out a dazzling arc of light, and the rain splashed into a circle.

The sound of blood pouring out of the wound and the sound of bones breaking under the blade were all mixed in the storm.

Feng Qi turned around and swung his sword, stepping and sliding. Water slowly splashed under his feet, and thick black blood flowed out.

In the ink color, Feng Qi's figure looks like a silver flying swallow.

The man in black seemed to be tireless and didn't care about life and death. Feng Qi couldn't hold on any longer.

But suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down with a crackling sound of thunder.

Half of the sky was illuminated, even a little dazzling.

Maybe these men in black heard some other sounds, but they just looked straight at the stone wall behind Feng Qi and Wan Shitong.

Feng Qi also looked back, and there seemed to be a person standing there. It was just a black shadow, but Feng Qi recognized it.

When fighting for the Ghost King's Token in the dungeon, it was this person who shot that arrow, just like the person who hurt Yun Zhuo.

The man in black stopped entangled and disappeared into the darkness.

Feng Qi felt that his body couldn't help but soften. He held Zhuyue with one hand and inserted it into the ground, half-kneeling on the ground, breathing heavily.

After a while, she looked at Wan Shitong behind her.
To be continued...