Qixue only ate some snacks and lay down on the bed, but Jie Lan was always on guard against Chengfeng. She sat on the wooden bed, leaning against the wall, and fell asleep, thinking that even Chengfeng was sleeping while she was asleep. You can immediately resist whatever you do.
She didn't believe in Chengfeng from beginning to end, not only because of his hostility to herself, but also because of his status as a demon.
No matter what, Jie Lan couldn't accept her true identity, so when she saw Cheng Feng, she would touch the deepest part of her heart, like a red iron, which burned her wounds and couldn't get rid of it.
Cheng Feng glanced at Jie Lan, who was wary of him, with a solemn expression. He walked to the window and looked at the moon covered by clouds in the night sky. He thought of himself. He sat on the wicker chair next to him, leaning quietly. To fall asleep.
The night wind poured in from the window, blowing his long black hair, and the indifferent moonlight reflected on his face, drawing a hard and cold outline.
He fell asleep quietly, An Ran's face no longer showed the perverse and violent temperament, on the contrary, there was more sadness that made people feel sorry. Jie Lan opened her eyes and looked at the silent Chengfeng, with a little pity and heartache, maybe How similar he is to her!
But Jie Lan didn't want to admit the similarity. She turned her head, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.
The lamp in the dark night suddenly became restless, as if to break free from the shackles of the lamp hook, and swayed. The wind was violent, and the black cat on the corner jumped down and ran back to hide in the house. The wind pulled Chengfeng through the window like a burst of suction, and Chengfeng opened his eyes and looked out the window.
Standing on the top pillar of the alleyway wall was a man in a black windbreaker. He was wearing a cloak, covering his face, and there was a black wind swirling in his hands, which was a symbol of summoning spiritual power.
Chengfeng frowned slightly, and suddenly saw that the person's right hand opened towards Chengfeng, and the wind turned into a black forged band, wrapped Chengfeng's wrist, and pulled him from the room. Chengfeng wanted to carry spiritual resistance but it was useless. Incurring heavier suffering, he fell into the air and fell in front of the man.
He looked up at him on the wall. It was an indifferent face. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he could conclude that it should be a woman. She chanted the spell, and the ribbon turned into a black lightsaber. With a wave, the lightsaber turned into five daos and pierced Chengfeng's chest.
08 The Sound of Swords in the Night Wind
Cheng Feng hurriedly jumped to the left, but despite this, he lost his spiritual power and his movements became sluggish, his right arm was still pierced by a lightsaber, and the dark blood was like a smudged landscape painting on the white robe showing the color.
The person looked at the color of Chengfeng’s blood, as if he became more solemn. Together with his right hand, four'hanging bone nails' were sent out and pierced Chengfeng’s limbs respectively. Chengfeng wanted to avoid it, but how could he avoid it? Both ankles were pierced by the'hanging bone nails', and instantly seemed to be locked in a chain, unable to move an inch.
The person in black raised his hand, summoning spiritual power, her hand trembling slightly in the moonlight in the bitter night wind, the halo gathered and dissipated, and her lips trembled. The wind filled her black trench coat, looking so sad.
Cheng Feng looked up at her and let out a frantic laugh, which was like in the ice cave of Xueling Mountain, making people tremble with panic.