Mirror: Twin Cities - Chapter 4

, With a long satin-like mane, runs and flutters like a dream. The wings under the horse ribs were as thin as cicada wings, and they were put away as soon as they hit the ground. Each horse’s high and flat forehead has a little white starburst.

However, what is strange is that the knight on horseback is dressed in black, and one corner of his robe is flying in the wind. However, everyone wears a helmet and a mask to cover the entire face. The eyes behind the face mask are all dim. Light, like two black holes.

As if just patrolling his own territory, two knights, one blue and one white, led the legion on the pegasus from the sky to the ground, preparing to return to the base camp. However, when it fell to the ground, the two knights leading the team stopped their horses.

“Bai Ying, someone is coming…” Sitting on the left was a knight in blue. He raised his head and looked at the loneliest and brightest star in Zhongtian. Life.”

-Sirius has turned into a dark red color, lonely shining cold light, seeming to imply the countless blood that will flow out under the sky. Regardless of their Kongsang nation or the current Ice Clan, Sirius is a disaster star. When Sirius appears, a catastrophe will befall the world.

“Okay, you go back first, Lan Xia.” And riding, was a female knight with a white gauze rising in the night breeze, but it was strange that her face was covered with black gauze, as if she was in mourning for someone.” I’ll go to Tianque to remind Meiyu.”

“Be careful.” It seems that the female knight’s status is still above him. Although Lan Xia is a little worried, she can’t stop her. She just nodded, pulled up the reins, and exhorted, “Those Bingyi sees you in order, maybe they will… “

“Don’t worry, I brought a lightsaber.” The white-robed female knight smiled slightly, raised her hand, her wrist just turned, and there was a sudden sound. There was a white light about three feet long between her fingers, and the white knight quickly turned her wrist. , That white light was suddenly uncertain, like a sharp sword, pulling up a string of sword flowers, and the frost and fallen leaves in the air were suddenly torn to pieces.

Lan Xia nodded slightly, and immediately bent down to Bai Ying, put her hand on the sword collar of the saber, and saluted the warriors: “As one of the three disciples of the sword sage Biyuan, I can’t doubt your ability.”

Bai Ying turned her finger and made a soft click, and the white light suddenly annihilated between her fingers. The female knight in white put her small sword hilt away and looked at the stars in the sky again. The doubts and murderousness between her eyebrows became more and more serious. She nodded and said to her companion: “I will go back, you will lead the team back first.”

“Then, Bai Ying, you must return to the city before dawn!” Lan Xia said nothing, turning the horse’s head. Tianma spread its wings again and rose into the air, leading the other black soldiers into the air. Those pegasus and warriors were silent, flying with countless pairs of wings, and disappeared into the vast water vapor of the lake in a flash.

“Beautiful child…the darling of the gods…why did you become like this?”

That voice… that voice rang in his dream again.

It was like singing, ethereal and gentle, coming in like a veil, wrapping him in layers, like a thick cocoon, as airtight. He only felt suffocated in his sleep, and he stretched out his hand desperately, trying to tear the thick cocoon that bound him, but as if he was caught in a nightmare, it was just a futile struggle.

The voice continued to drift closer, slowly approaching—

“My child, I hope the gods and gods of the sky will bless you. Your eyes will only see a smile; your fingers will hold the most precious thing; every drop of your tears will be like a deep blue sea. The roundest pearl is as precious; and every smile of yours will bloom all over the land like a night of dream… Sleeping Somo, why are you crying? Tell me, what do you want?”

The face was close at hand, leaning close to his cheek, looking at him in his sleep quietly and tenderly, and asked softly like a self-talk.

Such a pale face, without a trace of blood. The elegant and dignified face, with a cross-star blush on the brows, makes the face pale and pale, like a paper cut, like a ghost that can be blown away in one breath.

However, the white man looked down at him, sighing, with a strange look in his eyes. Finally, as if after all he could not bear the inexplicable temptation, the man leaned down and gently touched his cheek with his lips.

“I want you.” At that moment, as if the spell was lifted, he suddenly opened his eyes from his dream. Before the other party was struggling, he stretched out his arms to embrace the pale shadow and kissed the center of his eyebrows. That strange blush, answered in a dumb voice, “I want you…”

The person caught in his arms was struggling in a panic, but the more he struggled, the tighter his arms became. During the fierce struggle, he easily grabbed the opponent’s arm, and instantly pressed to the ground, cold. His lips kissed the red marks on his eyebrows.

“What are you going to do? Are you crazy? Let go of me! Let me go!” The person under him was startled and anxious, but his hands were clasped and unable to move. Think you are a good person, a nasty thief! Let me go!”

—Is that Sheng’s voice?

He was suddenly in a trance, as if his mind suddenly returned to his body. At the moment he hesitated, the person under him quickly pulled out his buckled arm, and a slap fell on his face neatly, completely waking him up.

“You, you… you bastard!” sat up angrily, and hurriedly grasped the torn front of the front. The girl who stepped aside was frightened, and there was already a three-point cry in her voice-she found this when she woke up People were sleeping on the side, and couldn’t help but get closer to see if he had been injured in the snowstorm, but he was treated like this.

The puppet master’s body was stiff in the wind and snow. He didn’t justify his behavior, just bowed his head silently and didn’t speak.

His little puppet named Arnold was scattered on the ground next to him. The puppet fell out during the struggle just now and lay on his back on the snow. It was just a smiling mouth, but I don’t know when it has turned into a grin. His expression, lying on his back on the snow, opened his mouth and laughed strangely.

“Yeah! Yeah!” Seeing the terrible change of the puppet again clearly, the Sheng couldn’t help but screamed out, flinched and leaned against the mountain wall, hugged his head with a finger. At the doll, “It’s laughing! It’s laughing! It’s laughing again!”

“Arnold.” Somo finally spoke out. Although his eyes were invisible, he seemed to know where the puppet fell. He spoke softly to the snowy ground, “Don’t be naughty anymore, come back.” He didn’t see how his fingers moved, Xue Xue The puppet lying on the ground suddenly seemed to be led by an invisible fuse, jumped up unwillingly, and fell into the cold embrace of the puppet master.

“You are naughty again.” The puppet master lowered his head and stroked the little puppet’s hair, suddenly a cold light flashed across his face, “was it you just now? Did you play the trick?-you bad boy. “

The puppet master’s hand was astonishingly fast in an instant, and with two soft “pops”, the Sheng was dumbfounded as he watched Sumo’s fingers fall into several pieces, which turned out to be the hands and feet of the puppet!

“Give me peace, Arnold.” In a flash, he took off his beloved puppet’s hands and feet. The puppet master had been calm and empty for a moment with a terrible murderous intent, and lowly faced the man named Suno in his arms. As soon as the puppet’s vicious voice fell, he raised his hand, and squeezed the puppet’s laughing open mouth very hard, as if shutting back the scream.

“Sorry, I offended.” After Sumo said something to his puppet inexplicably, he finally turned his head and nodded lightly at the Dongba girl who was retreating in fear, which was regarded as an apology.

When Na Sheng saw him come over, there was an unbearable fear in his heart, so he moved a few feet aside against the mountain wall—even if she had been naively infatuated with this handsome blind puppet master in the first place, now she too Finding that this handsome and innocent man named Somo was far from what she had originally imagined… how terrible it was.

At that moment, the girl shuddered, but when she was trying to stand up and stay away from this person, she suddenly touched something under the snow with her finger, she subconsciously looked down, and instantly burst out a terrifying scream.

“Dead man! Dead man!” Na Sheng jumped up, leaving the side of the mountain wall far away, rushing over and tightening the sleeve of the puppet master, trembling fingers pointed directly at the snowy field just before sitting, forgetting the person in front of him. I can’t see anything-there, the thin snow layer has scattered because of her groping just now, and a pale, stiff face is exposed to the sky, and his lips are slightly opened, as if shouting to the sky. When she touched it just now, she touched the cold teeth in her open mouth.

“This mountain is full of dead people. It’s not surprising.” Even though the Sheng screamed and trembled by the side, Sumo’s expression remained unchanged, and said indifferently, “After the Muztag Snow Mountain, the Heaven’s Que-how many years have passed. In order to reach Yunhuang, this place has become a cemetery for you Zhongzhou people.”

“By the way…Where’s Tie Guo Li? Where’s the second grandmother Gu?” At this moment, I thought that Sumo couldn’t see the dead people, and his thoughts turned, and the companions who had just been together to scorch fire again. However, there is only a piece of white snow in the surrounding area, and the large group of people are not there anymore! She jumped up and exclaimed: “They, are they—”

“They should be under here.” Somo smiled, as if recalling a lower position, walked over and kicked away a thick snow with his toes. The snow rustled down, and a purple hand came out under the snow, maintaining a painful and cold posture, pointing to the sky, as if trying to struggle to escape from the avalanche