MTL - Heaven’s Shadow-Chapter 650 Silent shadow

"I can't think of you." Tian Lutang's first iron kettle Zhenjun's most cherished righteous daughter, Qian Jiaobai Meimei, is also the youngest generation of the true fairy league Song Wenji, standing behind the old horse, looking at him, wrinkled slightly Browning, suddenly said such a sentence.

The old horse didn't seem surprised or angry at Song Wenji's speechless words. He even nodded and said, "Similarly, I didn't expect it to be you."

Song Wenji stopped talking, and her beautiful eyes flickered, staring at Lao Ma's fat face, her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

The old horse took a step back, raising his hands as if expressing his innocence and helplessness, and said, "Okay, I have no other meaning."

Song Wenji snorted and put away a strange blade in her hand. The old horse took advantage of this gap to sneak a glance at her hand, and felt that blade seemed like a strange hook in that hasty glance. shape.

However, Song Wenji's movement was fast, and the weapon disappeared in her hands all at once, and she did not know where to go.

"Why isn't it Lu Chen?" Song Wenji sneered, looking at Lao Ma's eyes with a bit of irony, and said, "Is the person he most believes in is actually you? It seems that Lu Chen is just a superficial sight It's just a pawn. "

The old horse shook his head and said positively, "Which one of us can guess that mind."

Song Wenji pouted his lips, looking disapproved, and then said, "Okay, stop talking nonsense, what's the matter for me?"

The old horse took an envelope from her arms and handed it to her, saying: "He didn't tell me either, just handed it to me and let me pass it to you, saying that after you read it, naturally Understand how to do it. "

Song Wenji's complexion changed slightly. She stared at the envelope for a moment before she reached out to pick it up. Then she closed it again. Then she found a pair of thin leather gloves in her arms and put it on her hands. Received this letter. It looked as if he were on the verge of an enemy, for he was afraid of the poisonous substance attached to the letter, or the hidden and terrible organs hidden in the thin letter.

The old horse looked a little sluggish, and after a while couldn't help but said, "Isn't it so?"

Song Wenji glanced at him lightly and said, "You won't be so bad, and I'm not familiar with you. Then again, who knows if you will secretly collude with someone and come here to harm me?"

The old horse was speechless, but just waved his hand and didn't speak.

Song Wenji carefully opened the letter and pulled out a piece of stationery from the envelope. In the process, she was always careful, but as the old horse said, nothing happened.

Song Wenji was always at ease with this, and she didn't feel embarrassed at all. On the contrary, she stepped back two steps and moved further away from the old horse. Then she opened the stationery and looked up. Look.

The old horse was also helpless for a while. After thinking about it, there was no other attempt to show himself bright and clear, and he simply took a few steps back.

Song Wenji was about to read the letter intently, but she raised her eyes and looked at him slightly, but that was all. There was no more expression on this charming woman, and then her eyes gathered there. Looked carefully on the stationery.

It took a long time for the old horse to take the envelope, but on the way, he did not actually peek at what was written on the letter paper. On the one hand, he did not have the thought, and then he did not dare. But this matter made it clear what was most important in the envelope, so he also stared at Song Wenji closely, trying to see from her face.

But from the beginning to the end, Song Wenji didn't change the look on her face, as if she had just read an ordinary letter that had nothing to do with itchiness. At the end, she silently folded the letter paper in half with thin leather gloves, and then Rubbing it a few times, suddenly a flame came out of her palm, the blue smoke rose, and the paper was lit.

The old horse took a step forward subconsciously, and Song Wenji looked up to him, and immediately he stopped and spread his hands to show that he had no intention.

Song Wenji looked at him lightly. The flame burned quickly on her palm, and soon engulfed the entire stationery, burning all the writing on it.

The woman let go of her hand, the flames dimmed, the ashes drifted with the wind, and those disappearing words turned into nothingness, scattered between heaven and earth, and nowhere to be found.

The old horse looked at her, and suddenly felt that the scene in front of him seemed familiar, like the young man many years ago. They were all standing in the dark shadows, living silently and lonely, and living in a fortitude and tenacity in an environment where ordinary people might go crazy.

Sometimes, the old horse himself will also doubt, what is it that supports this kind of person?

"I'm gone." Song Wenji said casually, as if nothing had happened before.

"It's almost dawning!" When she left, she seemed to say so with emotion, very pleased.

Then she really left here and never looked back.

The old horse stood there for a while, then looked up at the sky, only to see that the sky was full of blood, rolling and gloomy, and he was still marching toward the center of the city. The sky will only get darker and darker. How can there be a tendency to become brighter?

The old horse sighed and turned to look at the roads and roads on the edge of the distant fairy city, watching the people who are still leaving the bustling city, and whispered to himself, "I shouldn't believe him. It might be possible to protect him. As for me ... "

His voice gradually diminished, a little self-deprecating expression appeared on his face, but his voice was not quite true.

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After all, Lu Chen still felt that something was wrong with her ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ The reason why it took a long time to wake up was that he finally found that there was an important person missing from him. In the past, the fat man who looked very useless was actually the only person who would tell him the truth and give him timely suggestions.

Now he is gone. In this period, Lu Chen has a kind of feeling of returning to the old days of demonism. He let go of his inner restraint, and he is more and more ignorant of life and death. It's getting easier, and after the killing, faint will get a sense of pleasure.

This was something he hadn't encountered before when he was in Demon.

Ah Tu woke him up. One morning, when he woke up, the first thing he saw was a pair of bloodthirsty red eyes.

Lu Chen was startled, and then suddenly woke up from the kind of agitated emotion like a stunned instinct.

These days things quickly came to mind, going through them in his mind, and then he burst into a cold sweat.

"Hell!"