Chapter 19: Red Clothes Desolate
Hold his head with both hands, white mist-like gas rising from his black robe.
Under the fierce and painful struggle, the hood was rubbed off, revealing the terrifying face burned by the sun.
The originally handsome and pale face was now blood red, with crimson blood beads dripping crazily, and the facial features were melted into a blur, looking very ugly and ferocious.
"Ah!" The girl's frightened scream pierced the sky, her eyes rolled shut, and she fainted from fright.
And the groaning man on the ground suddenly lost his voice.
The disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Palace half-knelt down with a sword, covering his heart and said in horror: "What kind of evil are you?!"
If his heart was different from ordinary people, it was born on the right side of his chest. The blow just now had already killed him.
Thinking like this, the young man's face suddenly became ferocious: "Exterminate demons and defend the way! It is our duty!"
He struggled to get up and approached Balian step by step.
As a result, before he had even taken two steps, he saw the white deer next to the demon widening his eyes and roaring angrily.
It actually moved like thunder, charging towards him with those two beautiful young horns.
The speed was so fast that people could not react. The young man only saw a white shadow rushing towards him, and then there was a sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he had been hit hard by a giant hammer.
The whole person flew backwards and hit the rocks hard. His cervical vertebra was snapped and he suddenly lost his life.
Bailian was rolling on the ground in pain, and the black silk was torn off, and he roared and screamed like a desperate beast.
The little deer quickly bit the handle of the glass umbrella to block him from the scorching sun, and Balian felt a little better now.
But that face was completely miserable.
He was breathing heavily, and the scarlet color in his eyes reappeared.
The little deer put the umbrella into his hand and raised his butt obediently.
Bailian also knew that now was not the time to talk nonsense, and pulled out the Qiu Shui Sword with trembling and bloody hands.
He had just made a small cut on the thick butt of the deer, and was ready to use his palm to carefully catch the blood that flowed out.
As a result, before the palm of my hand could reach over, the atmosphere between heaven and earth changed and suddenly became chilly.
A sword was torn open in the air.
Without any warning and from nowhere, a silver-white long sword broke through the wind and struck straight at Bailian's outstretched palm.
Bailian growled, his eyes became more and more cruel and scarlet, and the hand holding the umbrella suddenly turned to meet him with the umbrella.
As his burial object, the glazed umbrella was of an extraordinary grade. Naturally, its function was not only to cover up the scorching sun, but its defensive power was also extremely terrifying.
But when the sword collided with the umbrella, it completely overturned his thoughts.
This sword may seem ordinary, but it is terrifyingly powerful.
The cold sword intent that hit his face was of no avail even though he was separated by an umbrella. The terrifying power used the glass umbrella as a medium and was transmitted very clearly along the umbrella handle to every corner of Bailian's body.
The scene in front of him suddenly went dark, and he flew out in the air, just like the deer knocked the boy away just now.
He held tightly to the handle of the umbrella that had become bitingly cold at some point, dragging his body on the ground leaving a long trail of blood, but he still held on to the umbrella.
Because once he lets go, he will melt into the sunlight like snowflakes.
Without a sip of blood, Balian's eyes were completely replaced by scarlet, and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.
He held the umbrella and stood up with difficulty.
The umbrella surface is already covered with a thick layer of ice.
Blood dripped down his cheek and onto the ground.
In the mountains and forests, thick frost and fog began to appear.
Not far in front of Baili'an, the silver-white long sword flew in the air on its own, creating traces of frost, and finally fell into a narrow and slender hand. A slender and tall figure slowly walked out through the thick fog. The silver-white sword in his hand stopped the clear sound and became extremely quiet.
This woman is very beautiful, with slender shoulders and a plain waist. However, her face is pale at the moment, and her figure is almost sickly. It seems that a gust of wind can blow her away. It blew down gently.
There was a layer of bleak darkness under the beautiful apricot eyes, and she looked a little lonely.
A red dress stands out beautifully and brilliantly in the cold wind, like a beautiful flame in the frost and fog, but it also gives people a sense of dying, cold, and reaching the end of the road. .
There is a scabbard hanging on her waist, which is obviously the scabbard of the sword in her hand.
In addition, behind her sharp shoulders, there is also a sword.
The sword was tightly wrapped in a piece of black cloth, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly.
Her curly, long and thick eyelashes fluttered slightly, and as her eyes moved, she saw Baillian's inhuman appearance, but her eyes did not show much emotion.
Just the corners of her perfectly shaped lips curved slightly: "Where did this ugly thing come from."
She looked very beautiful when she smiled, even though there was no trace of smile in her eyes.
Move your lips and smile, as if wearing a smiling mask.
No one knows what kind of expression is behind that mask.
Hearing the girl's words, Balian subconsciously covered his face with his sleeves.
It’s really strange. He is clearly going crazy with blood-killing desire at this moment, and his last trace of clear consciousness is almost shattered.
But for some reason, when he heard her words, he still subconsciously covered his ugly face.
It was as if... he didn't want her to see him like this.
But he knew that not long ago, the girl from the Orion family also saw the ugly and bloody appearance of his corpse demon.
At that time, he actually didn't mind the frightened attitude of Orion and the girl.
The silver-white sword slowly returned to its sheath, and three things hung on the girl's waist.
Black jade, sapphire wine bottle, Qiankun bag.
The black jade is exquisite and luxurious, engraved with the pattern of fiery red bird.
The jade pendant has beads on it and black tassels on the bottom, which is quite ancient. When it lightly collides with the sapphire wine bottle, it makes a crisp and sweet sound.
The Qiankun bag also has a pattern of a mythical beast Suzaku embroidered on the front, which looks to complement the black ancient jade.
She took out a palm-sized coffin from the Qiankun Bag, held the coffin in one hand, and made a tapping motion with her other hand.
Knocking the coffin lid lightly, the girl's beautiful almond-shaped eyes were slightly curved, beautiful crescent shape, but there was still no trace of smile in her eyes.
But the tone was extremely gentle, strangely gentle: "Shou, dinner is ready."
The girl held the coffin.
Such a strange aspect couldn't help but make Parian feel a shiver in his heart, as if something had grabbed his heart.
It was very cold and uncomfortable.
What was even more frightening was that, in a state of extreme thirst for blood, his body walked step by step in the direction of the girl in red without knowing whether to live or die.
The lid of the coffin was opened, and a sound like a child's innocent babble echoed throughout the forest.
The voice is innocent, but it makes people's scalp numb.
Because with the sound, a scarlet tongue stretched out from the coffin, and then quickly retracted.
Xiaohong appears, will Xiaobai be far away
(End of this chapter)