Chapter 214: Have a nightmare

After the stone and Li Daniu left, the wine was just lying on the bed quietly, but it was like, and did not dare to sleep.
Because she is afraid.
As soon as you close your eyes, you will think of the tragic scene of the Wanfu Temple.
And she felt the sword into the black man.
Today, she still feels the warmth of the black man, the feeling of sprinkling on her.
It turns out that killing is such a terrible thing...
I don't know how this psychological shadow will accompany her! ?
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Because I killed people that day, Su wine has been a nightmare for several nights. This time, no matter how much you drink, it doesn't matter.
So in a few days, the whole wine of Sue Liquor has lost a lot of laps, and the stone and Li Daniu are worried.
That night!
Everything is quiet and there is no human voice.
The autumn is getting stronger and stronger. After the night, the temperature is obviously reduced by several degrees.
Tonight, it is the turn of the sow wine to stay in the night outside the night.
For the vigil, Su wine is still the first time to do it!
After the night, the soda wine was held with a sheet, backed against the wall, and began to sleep.
Although, sitting outside the gallery to sleep, Sue wine is not used to it.
However, Su wine is also tired, and after a while, he will fall asleep.
Just after the soda wine was asleep, it started the nightmare that had been done for several nights.
In the dream, the whole area is dark, and the whole earth is completely dull.
Everything is quiet, except for the footsteps of his own running madness, it is his panting voice.
Behind him, there was a dark figure constantly, and she was chasing her.
"I still have my life, I am still coming..."
In the face of the soul of the soul, Su wine wine scared and frightened, can only continue to struggle to run forward.
While running wildly, Su wine is constantly shouting.
"No! No, I didn't mean to kill you, don't chase me, don't..."
Su wine is constantly shouting loudly, the delicate little face, even the facial features are wrinkled together, and the eyebrows are full of panic.
When the night cold came slowly and the carved wooden door came out, what I saw was the little family who stayed at the outside of the gallery, and shouted in panic.
At this moment, the night is deep.
Usually at this time, he fell asleep early.
Tonight, it is no exception.
However, just as the night was cold and cold, I suddenly heard the panic voice outside the gallery and could not help but be awakened.
Doubt in my heart, the night of the cold can not help but get up and push the door out.
When the night came out of the bedroom, he looked at the source of the panic.
What I saw was a small family who was lying outside the gallery and curling up into a ball.
I saw this little family, as if I had a nightmare, the delicate facial features, now wrinkled together.
The brow was locked and his face was flustered.
The lips are slightly open, and from time to time, they are still crying.
"No! Don't chase me, I, I didn't mean to kill you, don't, don't catch me going to bury, you want, oh..."
I saw the little family screaming and pleading for mercy. In the end, I couldn’t help but sobbing.
When I heard this little family, the night was cold and my heart was clear.
On that day, he was besieged by the Assassin. On the occasion of the millennium, this little family appeared suddenly, holding a long sword, and even killed the assassin who wanted to hurt him.
At that time, he was in the enemy's way, and he knew the situation behind him. He had to escape from this. Unexpectedly, this little family had appeared.
Looking at this little family, holding a long sword at the time, full of sincerity and fear.
Because of the first murder, the big eyes of the cockroach, full of white face, are panic and fear.
Compared to the fear of the little family at that time, the night of the cold is a strange look.
Because the situation was dangerous at the time, if it was an ordinary person, I would not dare to approach.
Not to mention, this little family, on the one hand, is the power of killing chicken.
However, it was such a thin little family, but he was able to rush over regardless of danger when he was in danger, and saved his life.
In this regard, the night ink is really shocked.
Today, goodbye to this little family, because of the day's things, is doing a nightmare.
The small face of the palm of the hand, the eyebrows are locked, and they continue to panic and shout.
There is also a thin body, but it is curled up into a ball.
It looks like a frightened child, so pitiful, so pitiful...
Seeing this, the night of the cold ink can not help but see.
Still don't want to think about other things, I saw that this little family suddenly put out his hands and kept catching forward.
That looks like a drowning person, constantly struggling and trying to catch something.
In the end, Xiaojia Ding stretched his hand and when he caught the hem of his clothes, he never let go.
Seeing this, the night on the face of the cold ink was a glimpse, and then he planned to take out his clothes hem.
However, this little family, it is petite and exquisite, but the strength is not small.
No matter how he pulls, he can't pull out his clothes hem.
Perhaps, this little family knows what it is like.
The more he pulls the hem of the dress, the littleer the little hand will be tighter, as if the drowning person is catching the driftwood in the water, and will not let go.
With the lips open, the soft voice is slowly flowing from the mouth of the little family.
"Night in the cold..."
The little family is open, the voice is light, and it is unspeakable.
When the autumn wind was slowly, it was blown away.
The night was cold and the words were heard, and my heart could not help but be shocked.
This little family, just calling his name? ?
However, is it possible? ?
After all, if it is a family, who dares to call his name! ?
Besides, he and this little family have never known each other before. This little family can not call his name directly, isn't it? ?
Maybe, it’s just that he got it wrong for a while! ?
Thinking of this, the night ink is no longer thinking about other things, just bowing down and squinting, quietly staring at the little family who is catching the hem of his clothes.
At this moment, the moonlight is like water, and the stars are light.
The cold moonlight, softly sprinkled, gently sprinkled on the floor lying on the ground, curled up into a group of small family.
The thin body of this little family is even more vividly outlined.
At this moment, this little family has no panic, and began to fall asleep.
The small face of the palm of the hand is a quiet one.
At this time, the night ink began to carefully look at this small family.
I only think that this little family is really handsome.
If the face is a lotus petal, the eyebrows are slightly thicker and reveal a bit of goodness.
The nose is small and the lips are like petals.
The long, thick eyelashes, like two black fans, cast two shadows at his eyes, making the little family look even more pitiful...