Hearing Liu Wuyan's words, the young man in the temple finally reacted, he turned his head and glanced at Liu Wuyan.
Liu Wuyan suddenly felt relieved, there was no killing intent in the young man's eyes, nothing at all, he just glanced at her casually, no different from looking at a stone or a tree by the side of the road.
It is impossible for those who chased her to have such eyes. The royal family of the Jintang Dynasty were those dead soldiers raised with hatred and blood. Those people were as good at tracking as hungry wolves and fearless of death, and their eyes were as fierce as wolves.
Liu Wuyan breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped into the temple.
The night of the Cangpu Dynasty was very humid and the temperature was very low, and it was very cold in the temple. Liu Wuyan shivered as soon as she sat down, she couldn't help but look at the boy opposite. The white coat he was wearing looked clean, but it wasn't thick, so it wasn't necessarily warm.
Liu Wuyan was not sure whether the young man in front of him was cold or not, because his skin was already so white that it was almost transparent.
"Would you like to come over?"
Liu Wuyan lit a fire and felt her body warmed up a bit. She fiddled with the fire and raised her eyes to look at the boy sitting opposite. He lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, Liu Wuyan thought for a while and asked.
If it were Liu Wuyan before, she would definitely not speak.
The previous Liu Wuyan who was still the eldest lady of the Liu family was a complete bastard. Relying on her family background and a little bit of talent, she was domineering, domineering and rude, and she was not afraid of anyone. I don't know what it means to be kind and considerate.
But the Liu family of Yunshangge had perished a month ago.
She didn't know what happened, except for the young lady who was eating, drinking, and making troubles all day long. When she came to her senses, the Liu family's mansion was already covered with blood. The elder brother desperately sent her out of the capital.
The elder brother who disliked her the most on weekdays, who thought she was a disgrace to the Liu family, protected her tightly when several rays of light fell, tore open the teleportation scroll and stuffed it into her hand, while yelling at her Rolling quickly, he turned to face the silent killers in black armor.
She is indeed a disgrace to the Liu family.
So she ran away, not daring to look back again. For the next month, the eldest lady who did not have the name of Yunshang Liu's family lived like a dog in the water, fleeing from here to there, in constant panic.
She is no longer the eldest miss of the Liu family of Yunshangge.
Looking at the young man sitting across from him, Liu Wuyan wondered if he might be the young master of some family just like himself, but because of something, he ended up sitting in this temple. She felt that she was a little pitiful right now, and she even became a little pitiful when she looked at the cold guy opposite.
So for the first time, Liu Wuyan spoke a word of concern to an unknown person.
but! Knot! fruit!
The other party was actually more annoying than she used to be, and he didn't even look at her, and he didn't answer a word, completely treating her as if she didn't exist.
For the first time, Liu Wuyan discovered that there were actually people more annoying than herself in the world.
"What's your name?"
"How will you be here?"
"Aren't you cold?"
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Annoyed, Liu Wuyan didn't do anything else, and simply started talking to the other party non-stop. Don't bother to talk to her, do you? That must bore you to death.
At the end, Liu Wuyan leaned against the wall exhaustedly, feeling her mouth was almost dry: "...you are not dumb, are you? You are amazing."
While complaining, Liu Wuyan made the fire a little bigger, and distributed some to the young man.
——The wood she removed from the altar of the ancestral temple was used to make the fire. The ancestral temple has been dilapidated, and the statues worshiped by the locals don’t know where they are. If the wood of the altar catches fire, there may be retribution.
"Little mute, do you think it will rain?"
Liu Wuyan stared blankly at the gradually sinking sky outside, stroked the sword beside her, and spoke to the boy opposite without saying a word.
She had to keep saying something to keep herself from falling asleep. She didn't want to have that dream anymore, she didn't want to see the ancestral temple of the Liu Mansion burning in flames, her elder brother who yelled at her, that old-fashioned elder brother who always looked down on her and turned to face those hungry wolves that smelled of blood same killer...
The boy on the opposite side didn't sleep either, but he didn't speak either.
Liu Wuyan wondered maliciously, whether the other party was a coward who ran away like himself, and did not dare to face the nightmare. But thinking about it, it didn't look like it. Although the other party was alone, he was clean.
While talking, Liu Wuyan suddenly closed her mouth.
In fact, she has been paying attention to the outside situation. During the period of entering the Cangpu Dynasty, she has already had some understanding of the ghost weather here. There are often miasmas at night. Once the miasma rises, it is easy There are monsters that hide in the miasma and feed on the living.
But now a faint milky white mist began to appear outside the temple.
Seeing that the miasma was about to spread to the ancestral temple, Liu Wuyan frowned, took out a small piece of spiritual plaque carved with a Buddha statue from her bosom, and placed it at the entrance of the ancestral temple. When the heavy miasma spread to the entrance of the temple, it was separated by an invisible mask. Liu Wuyan stared at the increasingly dense miasma, her face became serious.
"Little dumb."
She lowered her voice to the boy who was staring down at the fire.
"Do you know martial arts?"
The boy ignored her, the firelight shone on his almost transparent white face, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow.
—Okay, okay, it does look like a little mute.
Liu Wuyan shrugged, grabbed the long sword from the ground, and stood up.
It's damn luck that he was not caught up by those killers in black armor but met with miasma and monsters.
I saw that the miasma was getting heavier and heavier, and finally it was as thick as a thick fog. From the white mist, there were some vague shadows moving indistinctly. Liu Wuyan frowned, and stood at the gate of the ancestral temple with her long sword held horizontally, ready for the worst.
It was mentioned in "The Handbook of Three Emperors: Dimensions": Cangpu Juling is full of miasma and fog, and there are monsters coming out, eating people at night, and travelers can't return.
Before the spiritual power of the Fanyin Pavilion's spirit card was exhausted, the miasma could not enter the temple, but the things in the depths of the miasma could not be blocked by this low-level spirit card. Liu Wuyan began to pray for the blessings of her ancestors, hoping that what she encountered tonight would still be the same ordinary demons as before.
Liu Wuyan stood in front of the temple, making a gesture of preparing to defend against the enemy.
She turned her back to the boy sitting on the ground, and did not see the boy slightly tilting his head.
The young man who remained silent all the time stared at the dense mist-like miasma, wondering what he was thinking. The firelight shone on his side face, outlining a clear outline.
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The miasma was sticky, but the ancestors still blessed her, the scum of the Liu family, once in the end. Although the monster that came out of the mist was not weak this time, after trying their best, they were still beheaded by Liu Wuyan.
She put the corpses of the monsters she killed outside the temple to frighten the looming shadows in the miasma. As long as there is no more powerful existence than the monster she killed last, then there will be no other monsters. Sui tried to come over.
In the world of monsters, the hierarchy is stricter than that of humans.
Liu Wuyan staggered and turned back to the place where she was originally sitting, and slowly slid down against the wall.
The boy on the opposite side didn't seem to be affected by the battle that just happened at the entrance of the temple. His clothes were clean and white as snow. The light from the fire fell in his eyes like countless stars.
"It looks so good-looking, but it's a pity that it's a mute."
Liu Wuyan said softly, she raised her head and leaned against the wall, holding the blood-stained long sword tightly in her hand, she raised her head and looked at the roof, unable to speak anymore. Suddenly, she heard the sound of raindrops falling on the roof of the temple.
Drizzling.
It's raining.
Liu Wuyan listened to the sound of rain with her head sideways, pretending that she was still in the Liu Mansion known as "Singing on the Clouds", and still in her room next to the lotus pond. When it was raining, she habitually did nothing, and her thoughts Let go and listen to the sound of rain that seems to wash away everything.
That was the domineering young lady of the Liu family that no one knew about, and it was the only poetic hobby that could be called a lady.
She likes to listen to the sound of rain, because when she was very young, before she was such a jerk, every time it rained, her brother would hold her hand and sneak out of Liu's mansion.
They only held a paper umbrella, and the rain made a pattering sound on the paper umbrella.
Her brother is only one month older than her, but taller than her by a head. She had to raise her head to see her brother Qingjuan's side face. They kept walking in the rainy night, the wooden clogs stepped on the rainwater, and the water droplets splashed and fell.
It's a pity that she became a complete bastard later, and my brother didn't want to hold her hand and walk together in the rainy alley.
grown up.
She became the scum of the Liu family, and her elder brother became the glory of the Liu family.
But why? In the end, she was the scum who survived
Liu Wuyan was thinking, her face was dry and there were no tears.
Pattering, like a sad song from heaven and earth.
Listening to it, Liu Wuyan's body gradually stiffened. She slowly clenched the blood-stained long sword tightly, the muscles all over her body tensed one by one, and a chill came out from the cracks in the bones.
She heard footsteps slowly approaching.
The author has something to say: In fact, the scene of Liu Wuyan and her brother is about me and my sister. When I was young, my sister and I would sneak out to play when it was raining. At that time, we lived in the earth building, along the outside of the earth building My sister pulled me, and we stepped on the water dripping on the pebbles.