When Su Yan touched the black cloth, she felt a little wet.

It's just that it's too dim to see clearly.

Then, the attention is drawn to the picture in front of him.

Is a girl.

Wearing a black dress.

Bare feet and fair ankles.

The ankle seems to be tattooed with patterns, the patterns are complicated and mysterious.

The girl squatted in the corner with her hair loose.

She was the only one in the huge prison.

The girl's brisk and melodious tune continues.

It wasn't until quite a while that I didn't seem to notice the existence of Su Yan.

She raised her head.

A fair face was revealed.

No, not fair.

It's pale.

The kind of bloodless, white like a dead person.

The girl was exquisite and looked at Su Yan with big eyes.

Her lips are like red roses, red and scary.

She squatted there, looking at Su Yan, curious and naive.

If there is anything that can be remembered, it is probably those eyes.

One pitch black, one gray defeat.

When Su Yan saw her first glance, the first feeling in her heart was that she was immortal.

The girl tilted her head and focused on Su Yan's wound.

Follow, speak

"Hello"

Su Yan nodded

"Hello there."

The girl said softly.

Stood up from the corner.

Followed, bulging, pointing behind Su Yan

"It looks like someone is coming to kill you."

After speaking, four people in black robes appeared behind Su Yan.

Holding a sickle and pressing harder.

Murderous.

Su Yan turned around.

The girl in prison kindly reminded me

"The hairpin on your head is probably the only thing that can hurt them."

The black dress was resting on the ground, and the girl stood in the middle of the prison, like a beautiful rose in full bloom.

After a cup of tea.

boom!

Su Yan knocked down the last undead.

It can't kill, but it doesn't have the ability to fight back.

Before Su Yan asked, he heard the voice from the people behind him again

"Ah, it's boring."

Faint, boring and impatient voice.

Su Yan looked back.

I saw that with the woman's feet as the center, black vines rose from the ground, staggered and changed.

A handful of black thrones are formed, with thorns, fallen and dark.

The woman sat on the throne.

Su Yan looked at her, only to feel that her lips became more reddish under this strong stimulation.

The woman is bored, her white calves dangling

"You stay here, don't go."

She spoke just like this.

Faintly, as if what she said, others should do it.

Su Yan looked at it, feeling a bit familiar.

But I can't tell where I have seen it.

The person on the other side obviously felt this way.

Just listen to the woman

"Have we met? Why do you feel so familiar?"

The woman murmured.

Su Yan also calmed down.

The two looked at each other.

I don't know when, Su Yan's blood dripped on the ground and flowed into the prison.

Touched the black thorns.

Su Yan's eyes flashed golden light suddenly.

It is a sign of God.

But the face of the person on the opposite side turned into grey-blue as quickly as possible.

The whole face was completely bloodless.

The only black pupil also turned grayish white.

She sits on the throne of thorns.

Two people look at each other.

Then, the person sitting on the thorns laughed.

The girl dangled her calf,

"It is you"

She murmured.

Su Yan did not speak.

The girl sat on the throne.

He lowered his head, fiddling with his gray fingers.

The black hair was hanging down, covering her face.