Nine-tailed fox の snow · silver needle (13)

If the smoke stood in front of the window, staring at the red snow covered outside, the brow suddenly tightened.

It’s time to die.

If the smoke is on the eyelids, inhale, exhale...

Immediately, she suddenly widened her eyes, clenched her fists, jumped out of the window, and burned a series of footprints on the snow, extending to the place of the bell tower.

Yan Xuan followed the smoke, presumably this is... the last truth!

Xi Yu turned the glass and took the last drop of wine. The black linen danced and drawn the last arc. The thin fingers pushed open the dark door and ran to the red.

Leng Nuo's eyes were scattered, but only for a while, looking at the red snow, the eyes had vague complex feelings, and then clenched his fists, a piece of red spread like this.

The coffin is on the ground, the chest is not so painful, watching the cold and gradually walking away from the figure, looking for the final truth.

If you are... oh, oh, always your brains, go where you should go, white cockroaches.

The last is... oh, wipe... the red of love... Come out...

They, invariably, stopped in front of the bell tower, and the sound of a bell seemed to come from ancient times, the birds were winged, and the bell tower in the evening was hidden under the sky, looming, waiting for, waiting for the answer...

Shangcai Yizhong, Henan Province, the second day: Yan Moer