The moment Kan Wenxiao stepped into the mirror of nothingness, he felt a momentary darkness in front of his eyes.
Dark gray smoke filled the eyes, and the surrounding sounds seemed to be blocked, and it was quiet.
He walked forward, and after about a quarter of an hour, the smoke in front of him finally cleared, and the surrounding scenery showed its original appearance.
The sky was dark and gloomy, as if mixed with impurities. Not far away is a forest, and the trees inside are neatly arranged, as if they were deliberately arranged by someone, like a team of sentinels. The leaves on the trees seemed to have bloomed too much to last, leaving only a dusty green, and a dirty river snaked by the woods.
Everything looked so ominous.
The people who came in with him just now have long since disappeared, and it seems that he is the only one left in the world.
There was a slight tremor from the cuffs, Kan Wenxiao looked down and saw the petals of Xue Rongxiang tightly clutching his fingers, and whispered: "Brother, this place is so scary!"
Kan Wenxiao touched its petals reassuringly, then pressed it back, saying: "If you are afraid, get in, don't come out."
"Okay." Hearing this, Xue Rongxiang immediately slipped into his sleeve, completely different from the appearance when she was outside the mirror just now.
Kan Wenxiao was amused by Xue Rongxiang's cowardly look, and relaxed a little. He smiled, clenched the sword in his hand, and walked towards the forest.
The level of tranquility in this forest is even better than outside.
He was so quiet that he could only hear his own footsteps, other than that, everything was silent.
As he walked deeper and deeper, the surrounding light also dimmed. Gradually, he could barely see things within a foot, and there was darkness in the distance.
This forest seems to have no end, and there is no way to get out.
After an unknown amount of time, a white figure suddenly passed by in front of him, and Kan Wenxiao stopped immediately.
The long sword was unsheathed and drew a sharp curve in the air.
Kan Wenxiao focused his attention and observed his surroundings carefully.
The tips of his ears moved slightly, and suddenly there was a sound of extremely light footsteps coming from behind.
Kan Wen Xiao's eyes darkened, he turned around suddenly, the long sword pierced through the air, and stabbed straight forward.
But the blade barely stopped when it was only an inch away from the man.
Kan Wenxiao's pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting the figure of the person in front of him.
She was dressed in white clothes, with black hair hanging over her shoulders, cold brows, and a handsome appearance.
"Master... respected? Why are you here?" Kan Wenxiao cried out in surprise, and then pointed at the man's sword, which was immediately withdrawn.
"This mirror of nothingness is particularly dangerous, and I don't trust you." Jian Xiuyun replied, with a trace of worry in his eyes.
When Kan heard Xiao Wenyan, he was stunned for a moment, and the steps he had originally taken stopped in place.
"Did you get hurt along the way?" Jian Xiuyun didn't notice his reaction, strode up to Kan Wenxiao, put his hands on his shoulders, and began to examine carefully.
"No, no." Kan Wenxiao replied awkwardly, wanting to step back, but couldn't bear it, and finally froze in place.
"That's good." Jian Xiuyun's voice was light and light, with an intoxicating hint of alcohol, which made people feel slightly intoxicated.
The mask was pulled off at some point, and there was a cold touch on the face. The corners of Kan Wenxiao's eyes drooped slightly, and he saw Jian Xiuyun's hand.
The palm with well-defined knuckles was slightly curved, white and cold, like fine porcelain, and the fingertips went up a little bit, and finally stopped on his ferocious left cheek.
Kan Wenxiao was startled, and subconsciously reached out to block, but someone grabbed his wrist.
"Don't!" Kan Wenxiao lowered his head, panic and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.
But Jian Xiuyun didn't listen to him, and stroked her fingers gently, her voice was gentle and loving, "Wen Xiao, you're not ugly."
While speaking, his breath was getting closer and closer, and Kan Wenxiao could almost feel his breath.
For some reason, he suddenly felt his surroundings heat up.
Suddenly there was a soft touch on his face, and a kiss landed on his face, the place that had been burned by the fire.
This kiss was clear and shallow, but continuous, gently touching his cheek.
The color in Kan Wen Xiao's eyes became darker and darker.
As if unable to bear it, he suddenly closed his eyes.
The kiss continued, falling on his tightly closed eyes, on his cheeks, on the tip of his nose, and their bodies were getting closer and closer.
The breath is getting closer and closer, and the lips are about to touch.
A cry of pain came suddenly, and the figure that was hooking him just now retreated abruptly.
Kan Wenxiao slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were already clear.
There was Jian Xiuyun's figure in front of him.
There was only a young man with white hair and silver hair, frowning, clutching his left arm, and there was a blush there.
The silver-haired man leaned against the tree trunk behind him, his eyes sparkled mistyly, "Why are you so fierce? You hurt me."
Kan Wenxiao stepped forward, raised his sword and pointed at him coldly, with annoyance in his eyes, "How dare you pretend to be him, you are looking for death."
The man didn't hide, his eyes were raised with playfulness, "Why are you so angry? Didn't I like you very much when I saw you just now?" After speaking, he smiled, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips as if he still had something to say.
Kan Wenxiao's eyes were even more cold, and he stabbed at him with his sword, which was fatal.
Seeing this, the man dodged quickly, but he still refused to stop, saying: "Why are you so annoyed? We, the Phantom Fox Clan, can see people's hearts, transform whoever you think, do what you think, what I just said Don’t you think what you say and do? Why are you still angry? Oh, I remembered, you just called him... "
"Looking for death!" Kan Wenxiao cut him off before he finished speaking.
Seeming to be extremely angry, his swordsmanship became more and more fierce, and it was obvious from a glance that he had used all his strength.
The fox was injured and soon became overwhelmed.
After ten strokes, Kan Wenxiao slapped him to the ground.
He clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Kan Wenxiao held the bloody sword and approached him step by step.
When the fox saw this, he knew that his life was not long, but he didn't panic. Instead, he sat up halfway up with his hands on his hands, and looked at him with a smile, "Tsk, today is really unlucky, I was injured twice in a row, I wanted to see you You are young, so it should be easier to deal with, I want to gather some yang energy to replenish, but I didn't expect you to be so powerful."
Kan Wenxiao looked at him expressionlessly, and put his sword on his neck.
The fox coughed up another mouthful of blood, breathing weakly, but the words in his mouth continued, "However, it's not a loss. I never thought that I could see such a secret before I died."
He looked at Kan Wenxiao, and he didn't know whether it was gloating or pity in his eyes, "Little brother, it violates human ethics and cannot be kind..."
Before he could finish his last word, his throat was pierced by the long sword.
A large amount of blood gushed out, staining Kan Wenxiao's eyes red.