Chapter 201: Living dead

"He told me to tell you-the general doesn't want to see you again."
He finished his speech, but the girl was lying on the ground, her eyes closed, and she wondered if she could hear it.
The man frowned and looked at the young girl, and for a long while, he tilted his head, his long hair flowing down his shoulders, and he refrigerated the cold light.
The long wind had blown away the dark clouds, and a bright moonlight shone on the girl's body. Her delicate but lifeless face fell into the eyes of the man. The man's eyes were full of doubts, and suddenly he stretched out his hands and pinched Her face.
"You can feel ... Isn't it really a ghost?"
He straightened up, turned and walked towards his mount, but halfway back, he returned with a frown, and opened his long bow at the black horse.
After being so stalemate for a long while, this arrow hit the soft sand in the end.
The sharp long arrow quickly submerged into the desert, leaving only the arrow feathers trembling outside and making a buzzing sound.
He walked over quickly, hugged the girl who had fallen to the ground and looked dead, and then turned over and left.
The dark horse ran, and Bai Shuang quickly followed.
The desert was gradually left behind by two horses, and a small black spot appeared in front of it. Then, the black spot became larger. It was actually a rain forest in the desert. The rain forest occupies a small area. It covers an area of ​​more than 20 acres, among which there are still a few small houses, which seem to be sparsely populated.
But this green forest is in the desert, but it is only a little bit sporadic.
The dark horse quickly ran into the rain forest and stopped in front of a small hut. Bai Shuang followed, but his eyes were not disturbed by the girl in the man's hands, anxious.
The man quickly turned over and dismounted, holding the girl with a strong arm, and the arrow just shot was still trembling in the girl's heart, which was quite annoying.
Inside the door was a lazy-looking woman who looked less than thirty years old, with a rugged figure wrapped in a blue robe, with long hair curled around her head, and her eyes were the most special. Her clothes were average and blue like the sky, with a touch of purity in her purity, which made her eyes inaccessible.
Hearing the movement outside, the woman's eyes showed a little joy, and she quickly got up and wanted to open the door, but listening to the bang, the door was opened directly!
She took two steps back and forth, but her body was stiff. Behind the door, a tall man in black stood outside holding the girl with her eyes closed.
"Yue, if you look at her, can you still live?"
The woman called Yueyue came slowly, but she frowned, looking at the sharp and shoulder that came out of the girl's chest.
"It's your arrow," she said slowly, not a question, but a statement.
The man nodded and frowned. "Someone said she was a ghost. But she didn't disappear ..."
He couldn't help but feel a little deceived in his heart-usually he was not willing to kill a woman without a chicken.
The blue-eyed woman called Yueyue laughed softly. She slowly came over like a cat. A pair of small hands, which were boneless, fell behind the man's ear, and gently pulled, a layer of fleshy skin. He broke away from his face.
The juvenile sword brow frowned slightly, probably because of the mask. His face was reddish and his lips were clenched tightly. A pair of indifferent eyes still showed some untimely doubts, but it is undeniable that he was a handsome boy.
Yue looked at him with a slight smile, glanced at the girl in his arms, and shook her head: "It looks like it will not work, put it there first."
She pointed to the fire on the side-the bed was so clean, she couldn't bear to make the girl dirty.
The teenager reluctantly set her aside by the warm fire and poked her soft cheek again before standing up and looking at the moon.
"Can't you really live?"
Yue looked at him and giggled, and she jumped lightly from the bed, as sensitive as an animal, without making a sound, and walked slowly to his side.
"Zhaochen, can't you believe in your own archery?" She hummed, pointing at the girl beside the fire: "You see, the arrow goes through the heart, and it is impossible for God to save him when he comes. she was."
"Then if she survives ..."
Before Zhuo Chen's words were finished, Yue slightly touched his lips with her fingertips: "Unless she is a ghost."
Zhuo Chen froze and looked down at the pale girl.
For some reason, at this time, he was hoping that she was a ghost.
But he also knows that there are no ghosts in this world. Otherwise, why wouldn't his aunt see him?
Zhuo Chen sighed in his heart, Yue Yue peered at his emotions, and stretched out his hands to embrace his neck, like a light blue butterfly, flashed in front of Zhuo Chen.
Her two clung to the boy's solid chest tightly, and then jumped lightly, as if climbing a tree, and climbed on the boy's body. Her blue eyes looked like a mighty lake, looking straight at the boy.
"Chen ..." She called him coyly: "Let's leave her alone, let's do happy things ..."
She bit her lower lip slightly, with a little girl's coyness in her eyes.
She believes that in this world, only she knows Zhuo Chen best.
Zhuo Chen unfortunately looked at the girl lying on the ground, and then slowly shifted her eyes to Yue's body, a pair of steel-like arms, tightly hugged the woman's slender waist ...
But in the same late night, another place started to be impatient.
They never saw the long-awaited fire.
And Meng Li stood in the cold wind, and his eyebrows were locked in deep. He knew that no fire would appear, but somehow he felt uneasy in his heart.
This anxiety spread more and more, as if there was a hollowed hole in his heart, what kept falling, but he couldn't catch anything.
He clenched the spear in his hand and suddenly exclaimed, "Offensive!"
Meng Li only thought that his previous thoughts were too ridiculous. He overestimated himself-he couldn't bear to make her a little bit dangerous.
The things he wanted to do, in front of her, were all the trash left behind.
No one questioned him, Du Yong stood behind him and grasped the sword in his hand.
This is a real battle.
There was chaos in the desert, but Yushifu in Shengdu was in chaos.
Because after their 13th birthday, their young lady couldn't sleep.
It wasn't death, but after the young lady fell asleep, she couldn't wake up the next day no matter how she called.
She looked rosy and looked like she was asleep, but did not respond to outsiders at all. Anshi lay on her bed and almost cried.
Everyone looked at this Miss An and had an idea in their hearts, but no one dared to say it.
She was like--a living dead.