This witch, please stay

Chapter 14
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted into the wooden window with a small gap open, drawing an orange-red light trace on the slightly old floor.Xun Ming inside the house quietly watched the slanting light band leaning against the wall a little bit, becoming weaker and weaker, listening to the street outside the window gradually losing its noise, as if people going out were following the sunset And they went home, enjoying the company of their families.

When the setting sun, which seemed to be returning to light, lost its last heat, the sky completely dimmed, but the night seemed to be still slowing down, lingering in the corner of the eastern sky, only a small piece of blue-purple skirt was exposed.

A sharp crescent moon has risen unconsciously, as if waiting for the night to come.

Taking a deep breath, pulling himself out of that soft trance state, Xun Ming rubbed his cheeks, and then sat up cross-legged on the bed.

With a flick of the fingertips, four snow-white sword shadows appeared in the four corners of the room, invisible ripples rippled silently, and a thin film invisible to the naked eye escaped from the four flying swords, forming an enchantment , A small world was isolated in the room.

After the enchantment was formed, Xun Ming closed his eyes gently, and immersed himself in the rhythm of his breathing. After two breaths, his breathing became extremely stable and he entered into a state of tranquility.

Silver spots of light formed from his body, surrounded him, and finally merged into his body. The silver spots of light appeared and disappeared, disappeared and appeared again, reflecting a faint silvery white glow on the isolated small world. It's like a bright moon.

When a crescent moon rose to the top of the night curtain, the white-clothed ranger slowly opened his eyes, took a few more breaths, and after calming down the spiritual power circulating in his body, he touched the sword finger with his right hand, and the silver-white The "Mid-Autumn Festival" flying sword appeared in the middle of the room with the tip of the sword facing down.

Then he twisted his left hand again, and the silver-white luminous liquid quickly climbed up his arm, forming a pair of silver bust armor with gorgeous carvings on his body.

After simply making corresponding preparations, Xun Ming fell straight back on the soft bed, lying down with his clothes on.

However, he didn't know whether it was because of his unsteady mood or because he hadn't really fallen asleep for a long time. He lay on that bed for a long time before falling asleep as he wished.

In his sleep, what was waiting for him was the scene that had been staged countless times before his eyes.

The snow-white dress stained red with blood, the pale skin that is rapidly losing vitality, the pair of charming icy eyes that have lost their light a little bit, the cold touch from the palm of the hand is so real, and the noise of those monsters and beasts in the ear is like being drawn into the air. Separated by a thin film, there was only a faint "sizzling" sound in his ears.

In a blank brain, rage, grief, and remorse seemed to be intertwined into a blazing scarlet flame, which exploded from his heart and quickly spread to every corner of his body, as if to engulf his entire body. People burned into a pool of twisted ashes!

"do not go!"

Like a child who just woke up from a nightmare, Xun Ming screamed and suddenly straightened up, his dark eyes widened, and the bundles of tears flowed down like a broken bead curtain. There is also cold sweat all over his forehead and temples.

Amidst the heavy breathing, it took a while for Xun Ming to come back to his senses, and subconsciously wiped his face, and then pressed his heart, where a heart was still beating rapidly. Without stopping, he pumped a heart-pounding pain to every corner of his body.

Finally, Xun Ming, who took a little breath, fell back on the bed, and under his control, the "Crescent Flowing Cloud Armor" turned into a silver liquid again, flowing along his body. He grabbed his left hand, and after recondensing into a small silver-white metal ball, he put it into the storage ring.

As for the "Mid-Autumn" flying sword, it was still quietly floating in the middle of the room, as if there was any movement, it would turn into a stream of silvery white light and shoot out.

After falling down, Xun Ming, who put his forearm across his eyes, paused for a while, then murmured in a low voice:
"It's like this again..."

While trying his best to calm down the pain that turned from sentimentality, Xun Ming, recalling the dream scene, had a faint illusion, feeling that the pair of ice-blue eyes seemed to be a little more vivid than before.

His mind was like a plucked string, flicking chaotically. After Xun Ming let out a long sigh of relief, he put away the five flying swords, retreated from the room, and walked out of the inn.

A sharp-toothed crescent moon has gradually set on the tip of the tip, and at night, unconsciously, consciousness has come to the second half.

A few distant beeping sounds came from the end of the street, making the night even more silent.

On both sides of the street, the storefronts were blocked by wooden boards, and the scene inside the store could not be seen. Under the cold moonlight, the whole street was empty, only the seemingly invisible breeze and a ranger in white were wandering together.

With a thought, a silver-white sword light flashed to the side of the white-clothed ranger, and began to swim around him like a silver fish.Looking at the silver-white flying sword that seemed to be jumping for joy, the white-clothed ranger let out a "puchi", and then started laughing loudly in the middle of the night when no one was around, but there was no trace of a smile in that laughter.

Just like a mortal boy in white clothes walking slowly to the gate of the city, at this time, the east side of the sky is already covered with a touch of fish belly white unconsciously, and the misty morning sun shines from the fish belly white Sway to the city.

Xun Ming walked out of the city gate almost on his own without any hindrance, and did not look at the two city guards who were hiccupping and whose noses were as red as steamed monkey butts. , but after walking a short distance, there was a sudden wind under his feet, and he galloped towards the south.

That sense of calling was like a glass of poisoned wine, which made him completely let go of everything else, and only wanted to fly to Nanguan immediately, and then outside the Haitian Pass, to have a good time with those damn monsters!
The sound of breathing gradually became heavy and peaceful, and Xun Ming, who was forcibly suppressing the tingling sensation from his heart, felt like a beast was waking up in his heart, and an irritable desire to kill was like a ball of fire, burning It made his lungs extremely hot.

Xun Ming, who suddenly realized that he was abnormal, stopped in his tracks, and subconsciously tried to calm down his agitated mood by running his mind.

At this moment, there was a loud noise from falling trees in the distant mountains and forests, and black or pale birds called and scattered and rose into the air, making a messy flapping of their wings.

Xun Ming, who was imagining a gradually shrinking full moon in his mind, was moved, and looked straight at the direction where the flying birds were frightened across the lush forest.

A faint fishy smell was carried into Xun Ming's nose by the scent of grass leaves, like a spark, completely igniting the violent impulse that Xun Ming suppressed.

The eyes of the ranger in white who had just slowed down for a short time were instantly attacked by frenzy, and his figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A silver-white circular arc crossed countless trees in an instant, and after a short while, a very dazzling silver-white glow erupted from that extremely fine circular arc, as if a new moon on the first day of a new year came from the sky. Fall, come to the world.

Eye Moon Swordsmanship, New Crescent Moon!

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