A hard and cold hand, like a poisonous snake, instantly grabbed the neck of the black figure. With a sudden force, accompanied by a painful moan and cry, the person outside the hut was dragged into the hut and fell to the ground. At the same time, in the deepest part of the darkness, a dark dagger, with a cruel and bloodthirsty aura, stabbed towards the heart of the figure.
Someone panted in the darkness, like a demon laughing, but also like despair and fear, yearning for blood, to extinguish the trembling in the nightmare.
"Ah!" Someone cried out, with a cry and fear, trembling like withered grass in the wind.
The tide of darkness surged, surging in this lonely hut. The sinister and ruthless black dagger, pierced through the darkness, pierced through the wind, pierced through clothes, and directly stabbed towards her chest!
His eyes were bright but cold!
In the determination and killing intent, he saw the blurry outline of that face, and heard that cry.
The darkness suddenly stopped, like the tide suddenly solidifying in the air, all sound disappeared, and at that moment, even blood seemed to stop flowing.
The cold dagger, pierced through her clothes, and sank into her plump chest. If it went any deeper, it would be life and death.
The world outside the house seemed to slowly return to normal, and it was as if he could hear the sound again. The wind was like a tide, whistling as it blew.
That dagger still did not leave, she lay on the ground, her body cold, not daring to move.
After an unknown amount of time, maybe it was just an instant, but it seemed as long as a lifetime, that snow-like coldness that pressed down on her chest, slowly lifted, and retreated into the darkness.
…
"Pa da!" A spark exploded, and then lit up the candles by the table.
The dim yellow candlelight dispersed the darkness, adding a trace of warmth to this lonely hut. When the light landed on the ground, that figure turned her head, but it was Ding Dang.
At this moment, she looked somewhat disheveled, her hair was messy, her clothes were untidy, and her face was frighteningly pale. She slowly sat up, looking at the man standing by the table, and the dagger still in his hand.
That was a black, dull dagger.
Lu Chen turned around and looked at her silently. After a while, he walked over and closed the door of the hut.
The mournful howling of the wind seemed to have lessened by a lot, and the chill seemed to have been blocked outside. Dingdang's complexion became slightly better as she slowly crawled up from the ground, but her gaze towards Lu Chen was still somewhat fearful. After a while, she said in a low voice: "You almost killed me just now."
Lu Chen was silent for a moment, then kept the black dagger, walked to the side and poured a bowl of water, passing it to Dingdang, then calmly said: "You should not have thought of sneaking into my house at this time."
Dingdang slightly lowered her head, both hands hugging the bowl of water, she sat down on Lu Chen's bed and slowly sipped on it.
Lu Chen walked to the table and pulled over a stool, sitting opposite Dingdang. He did not say anything else, only sizing her up.
Other than the previous fright, Dingdang did not seem to have any other problems, but perhaps because she was a little tired, her complexion looked a little haggard.
After a while, Dingdang placed the bowl of water to the side and said: "I am too tired, and am unable to walk down the mountain to the village, so I wanted to rest here for a while."
Lu Chen looked at her, nodded his head and said: "Sure."
… …
There was a blanket on the bed, and the blanket was still slightly warm. When Dingdang laid down, she would think that not long ago, it should have been Lu Chen lying here. This place was not as comfortable as the bedroom at home, but in this dark night, it was still a warm place that made people feel at ease.
Lu Chen stood in front of the bed, covering her with the blanket. The two of them looked at each other, his eyes reflecting the light from the candlelight. Dingdang's body slightly trembled under the blanket, it was a kind of faint trembling feeling, but after a while, Lu Chen turned around and walked to the table, blowing out the candle flame.
The darkness surged, and his figure became indistinct. He walked to the side of the bed, and then laid down on the ground beside the bed.
That night, they did not speak much, and for some reason, they did not talk about the usual joking and frivolous words, and were even more silent.
In the darkness, who knows how long, suddenly Dingdang's faint voice sounded out: "Are you asleep?"
"Not yet." Lu Chen's voice came from the ground beside the bed.
Dingdang was silent for a while, and then said: "Are you cold?"
"Not bad, not cold."
"Don't you want to ask me why I am like this, or why I always want to go up the mountain?"
This time Lu Chen did not reply, he was silent in the darkness for a while, and then said: "If you don't say, then I won't ask."
Dingdang once again became silent, and for a long period of time, there was no sound in the grass hut, but because it was too quiet, it was as if they could faintly hear each other's breathing, or maybe, they could even hear their own heartbeats.
Dingdang slowly curled up under the bedding, her hands wrapped around her chest, as if she felt a little cold. After a while, she suddenly said in a soft voice: "I want to talk to you about something, okay?"
Lu Chen: "Okay."
Dingdang: "I went up the mountain to meet someone at the Dragon Lake."
Lu Chen: "Okay."
Dingdang: "That person is Li Ji."
Lu Chen: "…"
Dingdang: "The spirit stones I borrowed from you, along with my own savings, were all given to him so that he could have a chance to enter the Thousand Autumns Gate."
Lu Chen: "…"
Dingdang: "He and I have made a promise to marry each other. He said that his talent is extraordinary, and as long as he has the chance to see the Immortal Mirror, he will definitely be accepted into the Thousand Autumns Gate. When that time comes, he will come to take me up the mountain, and from then on, we will cultivate the Great Dao together, and we will be immortals together. "
Lu Chen: "You believe him?"
Dingdang: "Yes."
In the darkness, Lu Chen turned his body sideways, his gaze fixed on an unknown place in the darkness. After a while, he said softly: "You're tired, go to bed early."
Dingdang was silent for a moment, then said: "Okay."
… …
The Immortal City was a huge city, and it was the liveliest and most bustling place in the Middle Earth Continent. Tens of millions of people lived in and around this magnificent city. Zhenxianmeng was here, and it had been the ruler of this city for many years. It was the symbol of the Middle Earth Continent's greatest power, but even with such a fearsome colossus as Zhenxianmeng, in reality, it couldn't completely control this revered giant city.
Fuyunji Zhang Jiuping's death caused a huge commotion in Zhenxianmeng, so much so that a few terrifying True Monarchs were enraged. But to this huge city, this matter didn't have much to do with most people.
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