Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 3875 The villains who want to get rid of me fall in love with me (24)

  This time,

  The boy clearly saw the cold and sharp mockery in Ran Bai's eyes.

The cold and dead gaze was cut, fifteen breaths suffocated, and he watched the man jump down, behind him was a dense spider crawling up quickly, his mind was blank for a moment, and somehow he just jumped with the man. Go down!

  Under the cliff is the river, still surrounded by mist.

  Fortunately, it was a river, and did not die.

When she swam from the river to the shore, her clothes were all drenched, her white-dyed feet stepped on the rocks, she stood upright, drops of water dripped from the corners of the white clothes, and drops of water slipped off her chin. She held a jade flute in one hand and the other She took off the mask at will with one hand, revealing her plain face, almost morbidly transparent. Water droplets penetrated into the mask, and her eyes were cold and delicate. She wiped the water off her face and walked straight forward.

  The young boy’s black clothes were soaked and tightly clinging to the line of the body, with a cold and solemn beauty. After landing, he was stunned and stared at the girl's face almost uncontrollably.

   Yanbai.

   is really Yanbai.

  The face has no scars, it is white to the degree of crystal clear, and it looks like it hasn't been disfigured.

  Take off the mask so easily.

  The young man froze in place and stopped for several seconds before following up again.

  "Why are you..." He pursed his lips, and wanted to ask something, but when he spoke, he didn't know how to say it.

  Ranbai had no interest in listening to the young man, she walked forward, cold and cold, as if she was the only one around her.

  Beneath the cliff is obviously a Nine Palaces Bagua Formation, the terrain is intricate and foggy.

  Fortunately, I found a wooden house nearby with traces of people living in it, but it was obvious that no one came for a long time, and a touch of gray was enveloped in the surrounding area.

  Ranbai made a fire outside the wooden house, and sat beside him coldly. He cast his eyes down and twisted the water on his shirt, his face became colder and paler against the flames.

  The young man stood not far away, holding the sword in his hand, his eyes calm and calm, condensed into a natural coldness.

  Yanbai is a threat to Feng Youyou alive, and now there is no one else alone, he had better kill Yanbai.

  But the other party's flute sound is weird, and there is no chance of winning in the fight. Instead, it attracts poison from the mountains and forests, and can only find other opportunities.

  He was calm in his heart. After a long silence, he walked forward, leaned over and sat on the opposite side of Yanbai, "Do you know how to get out?"

Dye Bai casually wringed out the water, and nodded at random.

   Being unable to speak is indeed inconvenient for communication. The young man frowned. Finally, he got up and found the pen and paper from the wooden house, and handed it to dye white.

   "There are poisons everywhere in the forest. It is always unsafe not to go out. We can cooperate." He said coldly.

Ran Bai glanced at the rice paper handed to her. Looking up, she saw the pale skin of the teenager under the firelight. Unexplainably, she raised the corners of her lips, pulled the rice paper from Fifteen’s hand, and then underplayed it into the firelight in the eyes of the other party. , Once the snow-white rice paper touched the flame, it was quickly swallowed--

  A clear sign of rejection.

  The young man paused, looked at her coldly for a while, got up with the sword, and left without hesitation. The black figure quickly disappeared into the forest.

  Dyeing white, hanging down her eyelashes, supporting her chin with one hand, feeling sleepy, a faint gleam of eyes leaking out of her long eyelashes, amused and mocking.

  A quarter of an hour later.

  The boy in black appeared again in front of the wooden house. He looked at the slender figure still in front of the flame, indifferent as a sculpture.

  It is clear that it has been going forward, but it has returned to the original point.

  I didn't know anything about the fifteenth matchup, and I felt a little irritable from the bottom of my heart, and walked in the other direction. After another moment, I came back here without surprise.

When he came back again, the boy carried a killed rabbit in his hand, walked straight to Yin Bai, set up a shelf from the picked branches, and handled the hare skillfully with a knife. The action was skillful and neat, and the blood splashed out. There was a cold **** feeling at the time, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

  The hare is grilled on a wooden frame with a fire, giving off the aroma of cooked meat.

The boy half-kneeled there, bent on one knee, the black clothes were not completely dry, his long eyelashes were hanging down, his eyes silently staring at the hare, turning from time to time, the red rope tied on his wrist was bright in color, and the black clothes were inexplicable. Seductive.

  Although the two of them were sitting together, the atmosphere was quite quiet. The sound of the wind whizzed by, and there was silence. Sometimes there was the sound of barbecues made by hares.

  A person is drowsy with his eyes closed, and a person kneels and turns over and roasts a hare on one knee.

  The scent wafted out, and the boy just wanted to take a bite, when an uninvited hand suddenly stretched out, lightly taking away the food in his hand.

  "……"

  The boy looked at her coldly, his pupils were deep and dark, like a wolf hunting.

  Ranbai stared at him indifferently.

  Neither of them let go. Under stalemate, Fifteen coldly and impatiently vacated a hand, handed her a piece of rice paper again, and handed her a pen.

  This time, she did not burn the paper. After thinking for a moment, she slowly wrote a sentence on the rice paper, and then handed it to the teenager with a flat expression.

  It’s not that I can’t speak, my throat hurts if I talk too much, it’s not worth it.

  ——You can only rely on me to get out

  The young man glanced at the words on the rice paper, his knuckles were white, and he looked at Dye Bai. The other party's expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, and his cold, dark eyes looked at him quietly.

  "You better get out." The boy threw the rice paper aside, pursed his lips, and compromised with the cold voice, tearing off the rabbit legs to dye them white.

  Ranbai did not respond to the boy's words, opened her lips and took a bite of the rabbit's leg, and paused.

  She was silent for a while and wrote on the rice paper.

  ——It’s so terrible.

  Fifteen, looking at the three words, coldly gritted his teeth, and then suppressed the irritation that was rolling in his heart. He has rarely been emotionally fiddled with, but this person can annoy him again and again.

  He crumpled the rice paper into a ball and threw it into the fire, "Don’t eat it, give it to me."

  Fifteenth had nothing to pursue for game. He was a stray kid when he was young. He wandered around without a father or mother. He robbed and ate and did everything for a living. As long as he can fill his stomach, it can be unpalatable.

   Ranbai wrote on the new rice paper.

  ——Oh, I have eaten them all.

  "..." The boy's eyebrows were beating, he put the rest of the rice paper away and put it on his side, lowered his eyelashes and bit the meat without saying a word.

  The atmosphere was quiet again, only the fire was blown by the wind, and it crackled.

  After he was full, the boy thought for a while, holding the sword and looking at her: "How to get out."

   Ran Bai looked at him, without moving.

  The young man squeezed his face, handed the rice paper and pen to her hand, dyed white and then took it and wrote three words.

  ——Wait for tomorrow.

  "Why wait for tomorrow?" The teenager asked vigilantly.

  Ranbai didn't have the patience to explain to him, and wrote again.

  ——You don’t understand even after you say it.

  Fifteen did not know anything about the game, and worried about what tricks Yanbai would play. He always stared at Yanbai and didn't care about it. Quanbai didn't have a boy.

  The sky gradually dimmed, and the sun fell down.

Poisons were also found during   , but they were all resolved by the fifteenth century.

  (End of this chapter)