Tu Shanli had no idea that he would wake up at this time. Few people who fell into Wanyuan dream could wake up so quickly.
And at this time Song Ci felt completely different to her, full of unpredictable danger.
She was busy pulling back to retreat, but she didn't want Song Ci to be very powerful, and she couldn't allow her to escape.
Song Ci glanced down and saw her long fingertips pointing to her heart, suddenly realized, "I seem to know what idea you are working on."
As soon as the voice fell, a ray of flame was held in the palm, and then covered the entire hand. Tu Shanli was burned and his wrist screamed. He could no longer be calm. He pulled the whip out of the other hand and yanked at him. .
Song Ci did not hide, but his left hand was slightly raised, and Du'er turned into a spear with a half-arm length, and a blue flame swirled around his body.
He threw Tu Shanli as hard as he could, and patted him on the wall fiercely. When she shouted instinctively, Sharp Blade pierced her shoulders mercilessly and nailed her to the wall with blood. Gushing, she stained her light-colored dress with blood.
Tu Shanli's face was so painful, she was trembling all over, but she couldn't pull off the ferry that nailed her to the wall. There was an unbearable burn at the wound, and she was usually torn apart by pulling. Awareness.
Song Ci looked at her and suddenly burst into a bright smile. There were once gentle eyes in those beautiful eyes, but at this moment there was only a simple smile and heavy blood.
His fingertips glowed white, covering his body with smudges, and the entire dream began to shatter and shatter. When the streets of Beijing were exposed again, his dark black hair began to change from the root of his hair, like a splash. With snow all over his head, clean and pure.
This is the most obvious sign of the Tushan Protoss, but he is like a demon coming out of the abyss, full of malice born in the dark.
After seeing Tu Shanli's injury, Situ Zhoulan hid in the dark, holding Xiaochao in her arms, and suppressed the breath to observe Song Ci secretly.
But when Song Ci moved his eyes, he suddenly met her eyes, and her mouth slightly tilted, as if to say: I have found you.
Situ Zhoulan knew that he couldn't hide it. After releasing Xiaochao, he rolled his hands and sprinkled dense black bean-like things from his sleeve. After rolling down to the ground, he slowly moved.
Take a closer look. Those are not black beans, but very small bugs. They crawl very fast. Large and large swarms of Song are supposed to make the scalp numb at first sight.
Song Ci frowned in dislike, stepping on his toes, burning the blue flames in a flash, burning all the worms, and leaving none of them. He lifted his right hand and pulled Situ Zhoulan out of thin air.
She was struggling on the way and dragging her feet with long marks on the ground, which did not slow down the speed by half a minute. The closer she was to Song Ci, the more afraid she was waving her limbs, her posture was extremely ugly.
When she approached her, she was forced to kneel down by a strong force. The old, weak bone was crushed so hard, her legs and knees shattered, and two shallow pits were hit on the ground.
Song Ci gently put her hand on her head.
It was a very dangerous movement. His palm covered Situ Zhoulan's head. If he squeezed it hard, he seemed to be able to crush her entire head.
Situ Zhoulan was really afraid of the extreme, and began to incoherently beg. "Shu Hong brother and Shu Hong brother, read about the fact that we grew up together in Jinling, forgive me, fortunately, I am also a friend of Liang Yanbei For so many years ... "
"Huh?" Song Ci looked at her slightly with a tilted head, smiling purely. "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you now."
Situ Zhoulan was still panting, but she felt a little loose, thinking that Song Ci said this because she felt that she still had use value.
Even if she fell into the dust, she must not die here.
She busily said, "Brother Shuhong, don't you hate Liang Yanbei? And Wenchen, obviously you are the one standing next to him first, but he is ruthless and ruthless, abandoning your attachment to Liang Yanbei. Despicable people should be tortured and tortured to death. I am willing to help you. I can find them ... "
"Shh." Song Ci interrupted her, seemed to have no interest in her proposal, and her voice was light and slow. "Don't make a noise, I'm afraid I can't help but crush your head."
Situ Zhoulan closed his mouth immediately and did not dare to make a sound.
Song Cichao Xiaochao standing in the corner beckoned, "Come here."
Xiao Chao is still innocent, as a child who is not ignorant of the world, and has no fear of what happened in front of him. He smiled and smiled, "I want to know your name."
Song Ci said, "You made this dream?"
Xiao Chao nodded, "I have dreamed for thousands of years, and I rarely encounter such a sober, I want to remember you."
"My name is Song Ci." Song Ci talked to him normally. The name Liang Shuhong was buried by him. Even after returning to Beijing, he was unwilling to mention it to others. He pointed at Situ Zhoulan and said, "Give She made a dream. "
Xiao Chao regarded this as a transaction. He knew Song Ci's name and naturally agreed to his request. He glanced at Situ Zhoulan and asked, "Nightmare?"
"This is natural." Song Ci smiled.
The two were talking about the weather today, but Situ Zhoulan was so frightened and screamed, the old voice had a harsh mute, "Don't! Don't!"
Song Ci tightened his fingers violently, and Situ Zhoulan felt only a pain in his head. He heard the rattle of his skull, the screaming stopped, his eyes were red with blood, and his face was full of tears.
Begging softly, "Shu Hung, Shu Hung ..."
Song Ci slowly got short and approached her tenderly. "Rest assured, I will clean your blood little by little after you enter the dream, there is no drop left."
Situ Zhoulan's eyes widened, and turbid eyes filled with hatred and fear. It seemed that he wanted to do struggling before dying, but Xiao Chao did not give her this opportunity and immediately pulled her closer to the dream.
She remained kneeling, but her eyes closed slowly.
The nightmares weaved by Xiao Chao were all good at first, but the later, the more they would dig out the fear and pain from the dreamer's heart, repeatedly.
Song Ci looked at Situ Zhoulan's slightly raised mouth corner, and smiled mockingly, cold blood cut her wrist and let the blood flow from the wound.
Situ Zhoulan lived on this and deserved to die. At that time, she violated the taboo of Situ's family and raised the enchanting without authorization. Then she was expelled from the house and had no news for four years. .
But he can guess that she has become what she is today, and must have a great relationship with his cousin Liang Yanbei.
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Thinking of this, Song Ci snorted uncomfortably.
"The night is coming, and the city will be surrounded by monsters." Xiao Chao heard his hum and looked up. "There are no dead people in the city, including your father and mother, but they were all eaten after I was in a dream. It's just a dream, but the monsters outside the city are ready to go and want to grab a drink. "
He said, "I understand the dream, and it has nothing to do with me."
Song Ci watched him walk out of the gate, disappeared into sight, then turned his head to look at his mansion, but turned around and walked out of the gate without a pause.
It was going to be dark, and it was really surrounded by dense monsters outside the city. At the first sight of Song Ci, a lot of them disappeared. It was clear that the blue-eyed and white-haired Tushan clan could not provoke them.
But there are always some newborn calves who are not afraid of tigers. When looking at this big piece of fat, they don't want to let go easily.
This is exactly what Song Ci said. He moved his fingers, his fingertips started to itch, and he wanted to taste the pleasure of tearing people apart with his bare hands. The calm smile on his face gradually became very aggressive, with a looming tyranny. .
When Rong Bai walked in the night, he saw Song Ci standing among the corpses on the ground, covered with blood, like wearing a red coat, snow hair rolled up by the wind, fluttering wantonly, starry sky Next, he was surrounded by a soft white light, like a moon falling into the earth.
There were two teenagers kneeling in front of him, still carrying one in his hand, and the voice of the teenager begging for mercy came, "King, we are really here, nothing more."
Song Ciheng loosened his collar, his hands were covered with blood, and he put a few pieces of broken silver in his palm into his clothes. Every time he saw these three rabbit demon, he wanted to steal all their silver.
In the blood on the ground, he suddenly smelled a familiar scent. He turned his head around and saw Rong Bai's black robe standing not far away. His black hair and black eyes, if it were not white skin, almost To be integrated with the night.
Song Ci's eyes suddenly flickered, as if two lanterns were lit, and he really expressed his joy. He didn't have time to say anything, but his feet moved first, and he strode toward him on the ground of a corpse. .
Rong Bai also smiled slightly, warming his eyes and walking towards him. After the two approached, Song Ci ignored Rong Bai's blood, and hugged Rong Bai tightly. Owned, shouted lowly, "Rong Bai, Rong Bai ..."
Rong Bai didn't care about the smell of his nose either, raised his hand and held him in his arms.
"The taste is gone." He whispered in Song Ci's ear.
"What smell?" Song Ci asked back, he only asked about the smell of blood on his body.
"My taste," said Rong Bai, "you don't have my taste in your blood."
"It's gone." Song Ci loosened him a little and raised his head to kiss him. This seemed to be his habitual movement, fully accepting the intimacy with Rong Bai.
But what he didn't expect was that Rong Bai tilted his head and avoided it easily. He stared straight at Song Ci, his eyes were clear, he had a affectionate affection, but he didn't have passionate surging.
Song Ci froze, he let go of Rong Bai, his face questioned, "Why are you hiding?"
Rong Bai opened his lips, but said nothing. He raised his hand and came to hug him again, but Song Ci stepped back, and then there was a violent storm in his eyes full of joy.
"Even you hate me, don't you?" Song Ci was furious, but the emotion in his eyes made Rong Bai unbearable.
He shook his head, but had no explanation.
Song Ci's eyes were stained with red, and his teeth were gritted, "Well, you dislike me, I will not let you do it!"
Rong Bai saw that he seemed angry, raised his hand and touched it, trying to hold his hand, but Song Ci was still angry, and he shrank his hand at him and warned, "Don't touch me now!"
Rong Bai's eyes melted with spring water, and the voice was extremely soft. "Sorry, don't be angry, I don't want to abandon you."
"Then why don't you kiss me!" Song resigned.
"I want to hug you." Rong Bai looked at him longingly.
"Don't hold it!" Song Ci shook his long hair and turned to the three brothers who were still kneeling. "Mo Qiong, go and tie the people nailed to the wall in the city gate, let's leave here!"
"Song Ci." Rong Bai saw that he was leaving, and poorly called him in the back.
As soon as he woke up, he rushed over nonstop, and his body really couldn't last long. If Song Ci really wanted to leave, he might not be able to catch up.
Song Ci shouted again, "Mo poor, Mo sleepy, tie him up and take away!"
Rong Bai was relieved.
Several people walked silently, only the blood-stained corpse on the ground and kneeling on the ground in the capital city, and the horrified Situ Zhoulan proved Song Ci's behavior.
After the people in Beijing wake up the next day, they all sighed about this strange situation, and rumors were that the gods were descending from the earth, and they blocked the invasion of the demon for them, so they were grateful to Dade.
The new emperor of Xiliang set this day as the day of worship, which is celebrated every year, and the festival has continued for many years since then, and has become a custom of the people of Xiliang.
A few days later, a handsome man drove the carriage outside the capital city. He looked up at the gate and jumped off the carriage. Although he was wearing an ordinary brocade robe, it was difficult to hide his luxury.
The man heard the humming voice coming from the city, and there was a pleasant look between his eyebrows. He turned and knocked lightly on the window. "Achan, we are in Beijing."
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