The voice is low, like the whisper from the tip of the sleeping ocean. Although it is always in the same key, it sounds extra scary. Anyone who is timid may be scared to death by this sentence.
Apparently Duoduo's concentration was good enough, he was still sitting in the chair, but his palms were sweating and his scalp was numb.
"Awang, please stop scaring her!"
"Really?" Awang asked back, a bloodthirsty smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, cold, like the ice in hell, with a strong smell of blood, and said again: "Seventh Prince, since he has relieved himself
, why don’t you come in and sit for a while?”
The cold wind suddenly blew up and made a whistling sound. People were so fascinated that they couldn't open their eyes and covered them with their sleeves.
When the weather calmed down, Duoduo secretly turned away and peeped carefully, only to find two locks of Xiaoqi's blue hair falling gracefully, like the most beautiful dancer who had just finished a stunning dance.
Ah Wang still had his bloodthirsty smile on his lips, while Ah Cai's eyes suddenly became cold.
The three of them were bound to have a fierce fight, so they watched each other silently and were not in a hurry.
She glanced at Xiao Qi, then glanced at Ah Wang and Ah Cai. She was extremely anxious and wanted to say something, but Xiao Qi stopped her coldly.
"Shut up!" These two words were overbearing and could not be ignored, so she shut her mouth obediently.
Awang glanced at her, and his smile became even more bloodthirsty, even his eyes were stained with blood.
The wind rose again, like rolling waves, rising layer by layer, one layer higher than the other, and each layer more powerful than the last.
The small restaurant lobby felt like entering a time and space tunnel for an instant, with double images overlapping. I couldn't see myself or others clearly. I could only hear the whistling wind in my ears.
Suddenly, her body flew out like a wisp of smoke. Before she could find out what was going on, she was already sitting upright on the horse. After that, Xiao Qi's voice came out, "Hurry up!" and the door banged with a loud bang.
close.
She was at a loss, so she could only rely on her feelings, slap the horse's butt hard, shout "drive", and the horse rushed out.
Due to the unfamiliarity of the terrain, she ran around like a headless fly. She didn't know where she was. Was she running against the Yan Kingdom? She just drove the horse to run without daring to stop for a moment.
That bloodthirsty face always reminded her that she couldn't stop, she couldn't stop, as if she stopped, a pair of hands would pinch her neck until she was strangled to death.
The clouds covered the eyes of the scorching sun, and the sky was overcast. From time to time, there were muffled thunders from the sky, and then it started to rain.
The rain wet her hair, her clothes, and her eyes. She couldn't see the direction clearly, and she didn't know where she was?
Afraid, terrified, at a loss.
In fact, sometimes she is also very fragile, so fragile that she is worthless, but she does not have fragile capital. At this time, she is supposed to be shopping in a big shopping mall, drooling over her favorite brands, but here she is.
Every step is difficult.
But, at this moment, she really felt very vulnerable. She thought of Prince Lanling's face and eyes, and could even smell the faint scent of mint on his body, but he was not by her side.
Suddenly, the horse's hoof gave way, and her center of gravity became unstable. She fell heavily from the horse's back and landed hard on the ground.
Duoduo moved her fingers and struggled to get up, but her subconscious told her to rest.
Darkness, endless darkness, she gradually fell into the darkness.
Tired, nothing; hardship, nothing.
Quietly, silently, the body gradually fell downwards...