"Ah!" the woman exclaimed, shrill and terrifying, her collapse was like madness.
Something happened suddenly, Baili Mingyi was panting like an ox, the last trace of blood on her face faded, and her eyes fell into ferocious fear.
Her legs were as soft as stepping on clouds, and she fell into the pile of pale and stiff corpses with a thud. The smell of blood was strong and pungent, and was swept up by the breeze, wrapping her up.
vomit!
Baili Mingyi couldn't bear it any longer and held on to the tree trunk until she vomited until she was dizzy.
"Are you feeling better? Just rub it."
The man's kind voice slowly sounded from above her head, like a clear spring, and like a light breaking through the chaos, redeeming the souls who had fallen into the devil's path.
The snow-white silk handkerchief was brought to her eyes by slender jade-like fingers.
"Thank you."
Baili Mingyi took a breath, took the silk handkerchief, and quickly pressed the corners of her lips. Suddenly, her heart trembled, and her whole body became stiff.
All the guards she brought with her were dead, and she was the only one left alive in the forest.
Where did you get the veil?
Behind you, the breeze blows, refreshing and cool, it can instantly blow away the heat all over your body.
Baili Mingyi felt a bone-chilling coldness deep down her spine, unable to control herself.
She could clearly feel the gentle contact of her upper and lower teeth, and the uncontrollable fear filled her with humiliation.
She squinted her eyes, gritted her teeth, jumped up, and quickly turned her wrist. The snow-white silk handkerchief swung out like a flying butterfly, floated a few times, and fell into the dark soil.
"Who are you?" Baili Mingyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and her voice was so sharp that it became emphasized.
In the quiet mountain forest, under the warm sunshine, a tall man stood behind her against the light.
The man's face was as cold as an iceberg, and his eyes were as blue as the sea and as deep as the sea, as sharp as an eagle but more like a wolf. The man's eyes were as solid as ice, and he seemed to have no emotion at all.
Baili Mingyi's body trembled slightly, and the man's eyes made her feel as if she was already dead.
"Miss Baili." The man's thin lips curled slightly, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows suddenly turned as bright red as blood. His left thumb slowly played with a red gold skull on the pad of his right finger.
"Let me go," he said.
Baili Mingyi licked her chapped lips and felt that the person in front of her looked inexplicably familiar.
A little cinnabar enters the dream, the spring breeze does not pass through the gate of hell!
Suddenly an idea flashed in her mind, and a storm arose in her heart.
"You...you are..."
"Shh."
The man stretched out a finger and gently pressed her lips. His face was as cold and hard as a knife: "Don't say it!"
His fingers were long and clean, and even his nails were neatly groomed. They were like crystal shells and shone slightly in the sunlight.
Baili Mingyi seemed to smell the strong smell of blood from his knuckles, which can only be immersed in battles.
Her teeth were no longer under control, and her entire body was shaking like a sieve.
The man glanced at her, and a low laugh escaped from his throat, revealing the coldness of March: "This is how you behave, I have never been very patient."
Click!
In mid-air, there was suddenly a small sound, like a dead branch breaking, so faint it was almost inaudible.
"Hmm".
The man raised his eyebrows slightly, took out a small wooden box from the purse on his waist, opened it, glanced at it casually, and said with a slight smile on his thin lips: "He is indeed dead."
Snap.
He gently closed the wooden box, but a cold light flashed in his blue eyes: "Very good, I have accepted this great gift!"
"Come with me."
He closed his mouth and lowered his eyes, undetectable ripples appearing in the depths of his blue eyes. He stuffed the wooden box back into his purse and walked out of the forest without looking back.
Behind him, Baili Mingyi's eyes were straight and stiff, her dark eyes motionless, and she followed him closely like a puppet on strings, following every step.