Just as she put on her clothes, she saw Yin Buqi's slender figure coming down from behind her, and he put his arms around her body and covered her with a veil.
Jiang Niannian was stunned and looked up at him in confusion, her face hidden behind the black veil, revealing only a pair of watery almond eyes.
Yin Buqi said, "I heard that the monster likes to kill people and skin them. Nian Nian is so pretty, we can't let that monster get interested in her."
Jiang Niannian looked at his handsome face that was not like that of an ordinary person: "..." Don't you have any idea who is more likely to be remembered
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It was a dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson.
The long street that was bustling during the day was now empty and filled with white mist.
Yin Ci was walking on the street. A gust of cold wind blew by. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the sword at his waist and thought to himself, "Brother Jiang is really something. We clearly agreed to go out together to kill the monster, but he slept like a dead pig and couldn't be woken up even if I called him. Well, after I kill the monster, I will go back to Rimuli to claim the credit. Let those cowards see what courage is!"
Turning the corner and walking into an alley, a rich fragrance hits you in the face.
Yin Ci squinted his eyes and looked through the mist, vaguely seeing the outline of a woman.
When I got closer, I could hear the woman sobbing softly.
Yin Ci frowned, a little wary, keeping a certain distance from her, and asked, "What are you doing outside at night, a woman, instead of sleeping?"
The woman was still crying, looking delicate and weak, and she looked up at him.
A face as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.
Yin Ci was startled: "Miss Tang?"
Tang Murou rubbed her ankle pitifully, as if she was afraid that he would abandon her. "I came out with the others to kill monsters, but I got separated by accident and sprained my ankle. Can you carry me back? I... I'm scared to be alone."
"Women are such trouble." Yin Ci saw that she was one of his own and dispelled his suspicions. However, he couldn't just leave her alone. He frowned even more, straightened his hair and said, "Come up."
Tang Murou smiled and thanked him: "Yin Ci, thank you, you are so kind."
Yin Ci carried her out of the alley and walked along the long street, but he felt more and more that something was wrong.
The person behind me became lighter and lighter, and his whole body became wet, as if he had just run out of the water.
He had never had much contact with women, and he only heard his father say that women are made of water.
Tang Murou suddenly interrupted his thoughts and said, "Yin Ci, do you think my appearance is good-looking?"
Yin Ci muttered, "Don't all women look the same? What's the difference between pretty and ugly?"
"Is that so... Then let me show you what I really look like."
As he spoke, Yin Ci heard the sound of flesh tearing behind him. His heartbeat suddenly quickened and he looked back stiffly. In the hazy moonlight, a pair of lifeless eyes were floating in the air!
"What the hell! What the hell is this!" Yin Ci threw the thing on his back away.
Looking down, he saw that his clothes were all stained with blood. He made a hand gesture and a flame rose in his palm. Then he could see clearly that the "person" seemed to have been burned, with a skinny, charred and scarred body. Because the light was too dim, it blended into the night, so the first reaction was to see only two blood-red eyes.