In the early morning of the same day, the morning dew had not yet touched the ground, and only a little bit of fish belly white appeared on the eastern skyline, and there was a strange and suffocating silence in the air.
Yan Luo stood up slowly, taking the big hat with him to cover half of his handsome face. He walked out of the restaurant yesterday, stepping on the corpses on the ground, and the edges of his shoes were stained with blood.
…
Yesterday, many people in the world recognized his identity, and while he was here, they came to die with a feeling of "eliminating harm in the name of".
Originally, when he met such a person, he would always deal with it and leave, but yesterday was different!
Yesterday, his mood was extremely bad, so when someone came, he killed one, and then waited in the restaurant, waiting for another person to come, and then he killed another one. If one person died, the news of his presence would spread, so he came
The more people there are...
This vicious cycle has finally resulted in a situation where corpses are everywhere.
He pursed his lips, glanced at the dirty corpse on the ground in disgust, and walked away from the restaurant. However, when he stepped out of the restaurant, he happened to see something placed in the corner out of the corner of his eye, and his expression changed slightly——
It's gunpowder!
Fortunately, he killed quickly and didn't give those people a chance to set fire!
Otherwise... I'm afraid he would have been dead by now!
Curling his lips, Yan Luo smiled contemptuously: These people only use this trick! However, since he discovered it this time, there will be no chance to set off gunpowder in the future!
"Cuckoo" came the sound of wheels in the distance. It was old and broken. It must be people who got up early to go to the market and started to get busy.
Listening to this sound, the car will pass by here soon, and naturally it will find bodies lying on the ground.
Yan Luo frowned and left this place of right and wrong. When she walked into the deserted narrow alley, she remembered the piccolo in her sleeve. She remembered her arrogant expression when she put the flute on the table yesterday.
appearance.
Thinking of Su Tong, Yan Luo couldn't help but feel a touch of warmth in his eyes.
He shook his head helplessly, picked up the piccolo and played it carefully in his hand. After a while, he sighed dejectedly: "Hey, why did you give this to me..."
It was her weapon, but it was really useless to him.
Putting it in his hands made him worry about her safety.
"It seems that I really need to find you again." Thinking of what she left yesterday, Yan Luo sneered, weighed the piccolo in his hand, and walked deeper into the narrow alley. After many twists and turns, he arrived at the General's Mansion.
door.
She got married yesterday, and he came to see her today. Su Tong, what are you planning? If I am not here to bless you, and I don’t want to see you and Yu Wenmo happy, you are not afraid of what trouble it will cause if you bring me here.
?
There was a helpless smile on Yan Luo's lips. It wasn't until he approached the general's mansion and saw many people standing at the door that he vaguely felt that something was wrong.
He jumped, flew directly over the high wall, and landed in the general's mansion. Only then did he see the devastation that had been burned down not far away - next to the collapsed house, there was a charred corpse, and everyone
There was a lot of discussion around the corpse...
Yan Luo's heart couldn't help but tighten: Whose body is that?
He was so nervous that his whole body was trembling. He stared blankly at the corpse. His mind was full of images of Su Tong wearing a red wedding dress. Her smiles and frowns were replayed rapidly in his mind, making him feel uncomfortable.
Death. He couldn't imagine what he would do if the person lying on the ground was Su Tong?
"General..." Over there, a servant suddenly knelt down towards the corpse, howled loudly, and kept shouting "General". The sadness on his face moved everyone present.
Yan Luo's anxious heart was relieved - General? It's Yu Wenmo! Not Su Tong!
He stood in the distance for a while and then flew away. Although he didn't know what happened, he wouldn't be stupid enough to ask the people who also didn't know the truth.
What he can be sure of is: Su Tong is not dead yet!
Weighing the piccolo in his hand, Yan Luo curled his lips and murmured lightly: "Su Tong, I won't come to you anymore. If you want it, just come to me and take it back..."
It's really hard to endure being chased all over the place like this, with such fear and fear in my heart.
If you are fine, you will definitely come to me, right?
You are safe, I am waiting for you;
Even if something happens to you, I will still be waiting for you.
Thinking like this, Yan Luo raised a relieved smile on his face and walked towards the city gate - it's time to go back to the villa to have a look, right?
"Uh huh!" In the villa, Huo'er had been guarding the door. When he saw Yan Luo coming back, he rushed forward excitedly and looked behind him expectantly, but did not see anyone following him.
Where is Su Tong?
Why didn't you come with him?
Huo'er became anxious. It rushed over and circled around Yan Luo, flapping his legs with its claws, silently expressing its problems with its actions.
"She didn't come back." Yan Luo responded calmly, stretched out his hand and patted its big head. Before Huo'er cast a doubtful look, he took the initiative to add, "And I am tired of looking for you..."
Searching without commitment is more painful than waiting without commitment.
So he retreated and returned to the villa, maintaining his dignity and waiting the most dejectedly.
"Ho ho ho!" Huo'er growled in his throat displeasedly. He was very dissatisfied with Yan Luo's answer and looked at him with bared teeth, almost wanting to throw Yan Luo out and look for him again.
"Don't worry, she's fine." Yan Luo comforted him, and he could naturally see Huo'er's worry. When he said this, he suddenly remembered something, took out the piccolo from his arms, and handed it over, "This is hers..."