Su Yan felt a little wet when he touched the black cloth.

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

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

It's a girl.

She wore a long black dress.

Barefoot, white ankles.

The ankle seems to have a pattern, complicated and mysterious.

The girl's hair was scattered and she squatted in the corner.

She is the only one in such a big prison.

The girl's light and melodious ditty continues.

Until after a while, it seemed that he noticed the existence of Su Yan.

She looked up.

A white face appeared.

No, it's not white.

It's pale.

The kind of white, bloodless, like a dead man.

The girl was delicate, and her big eyes were looking at Su Yan.

Her lips are like red roses, scarlet.

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

If there is anything else that people can remember, I'm afraid it's those eyes.

One is dark, the other is grey.

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

The girl tilts her head, and her attention falls on Su Yan's wound.

Then he said, "hello"

Su Yan nodded

The girl let out a light cry.

Got up from the corner.

Then, with his mouth bulging, he pointed to Su Yan's back

"it seems that someone is coming to kill you."

With that, four black robed people appeared behind Su Yan.

With a scythe in hand.

It's murderous.

Su Yan turns around.

The girl in the prison is kind enough to say, "I'm afraid the hairpin on your head is the only thing that can hurt them."

The black dress was on the ground, and the girl stood in the middle of the prison, like a blooming rose.

After a cup of tea.

Bang!

Su Yan knocks down the last undead.

I can't kill you, but I don't have the ability to fight back.

before Su Yan heard the voice from behind, he asked again

Light, boring and impatient voice.

Su Yan looks back.

Then you can see that the black vines rise, crisscross and change with the woman's feet as the center.

A black throne is formed, with thorns, depraved and dark.

The woman sat on the throne.

Su Yan looked at her, only felt that under this strong stimulation, her lips were more red.

The woman was bored, her white legs swaying

"you stay here, don't go."

This is what she said.

Light, as if she said, others should do so.

Su Yan looks at it and feels familiar.

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

Obviously, the opposite person has the same feeling.

Then the woman said, "have we met? Why do you feel so familiar? "

The woman murmured.

Su Yan also calmed down.

Two people look at each other.

I don't know when, Su Yan's blood drops fall on the ground and flow into the prison.

Touched the black thorn.

Suddenly, Su Yan's eyes glowed with gold.

It's a sign of God.

But the person opposite turned grey and blue as fast as he could.

The whole face, no blood.

The only black pupil turned grey.

She sat on the throne of thorns.

Two people, look at each other.

Then the man sitting on the thorn laughed.

The girl shook her legs,

"it's you"

she muttered.

Su Yan didn't speak.

The maiden sat on the throne.

Head down, playing with their own gray fingers.

Black hair hung down and covered her face.

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