Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

Accumulated layer by layer, from shallow to deep, gradually approaching the people here.

"I saw it, you and I will die here." Song Jing curled her lips, she really never thought that one day she would see such an ominous and strange black energy on her body.

"You said... what?" Xia Yu raised her hand to touch Song Jing's forehead, did she have a fever?A monk without spiritual power is very fragile.

Song Jing patted his hand away with a smile in his eyes: "Let's leave this town. Maybe after we leave here, we won't have to die."

"Are you sure?" Xia Yu took Song Jing's words as capricious, after all...he really couldn't figure out how he could die.

Song Jing said firmly: "Leave."

The appearance of the black air came after such a period of time after the group came to the town.

Did he become a person in the town by default, so the black air appeared?

Xia Yu pursed her lips: "Okay, leave."

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Xia Yu acted resolutely, directly stopped Phantom who was packing up, packed up her luggage, quickly left the inn, and left the town together with Song Jing.

The people in the inn commented strangely, didn't they just come here for a while?All the money was paid, and the food was ordered, but he left in a hurry before the food was served.Is there something urgent?

This was just a small topic after dinner, and after only a short discussion, everyone's attention was shifted to other places.

Song Jing knew that with the sound of the horse's hoof "da da", she was getting farther and farther away from that dead town. Does this mean that she would be farther and farther away from death?

Seeing the lingering black air on his face, foreseeing the time of his death, but strangely without any thoughts or feelings, he seems to feel that everything is going with the flow, and he can develop as he wants, and let him take care of himself.

I understand one thing very well, death can be foreseen, but it cannot be avoided.

Just like basketball, like Sun Xiaowu, like Ji Lingge.

I can be told in advance who will die and when.But they will not be told how to die and how to avoid death.

As I was told, if you go to the balcony at night, you can see the fireworks in the city center.

The fireworks are not set off by myself, so the only thing I can do is to wait for the fireworks to bloom.Perhaps, you can find a better position to make the field of view wider.

Letting Xia Yu leave that town now is just relying on speculation, which is much better than doing nothing.

Don't be afraid of death, but also find some way out for survival.

Song Jing's eyes fell on Xia Yu's face: "I was wondering if you could help me to make the carriage go faster?"

Xia Yu frowned, her eyes puzzled: "You really think so."

"It's not a thought, it's a fact." Song Jing interrupted him, and looked out of the window leisurely, "Just wait. After midnight tonight, everything will be clear."

With such a firm tone, Xia Yu thought for a while, Shu Jinxiu asked to slow down as much as possible along the way, but it's probably okay to speed up once in a while, right?

"Phantom, bless the wind attribute spells to speed up." Xia Yu ordered lightly, leaning back against the carriage, half-closed her eyes, and seemed to have no desire to speak.

Song Jing also fell silent, but her eyes fell on Xia Yu's face from time to time, carefully observing the black air.

I felt a little relaxed in my heart. Since I left the town, the black air has not spread and deepened.In other words, the town is the culprit, and those who stay inside will all die in the early hours of this night.

But will the black air dissipate?

Song Jing was not sure, after all, he had never seen it before, and the dark face that was already smoldering would subside later.

The speed of the carriage increased significantly, and the windows of the carriage were blown up by the wind, flapping against the inside.

The whistling of the wind can be heard.

Song Jing also lowered her head, her slender eyes were unpredictable, and there was an urge to tell Xia Yu everything.

Not to mention everything, at least let him know that Ji Lingge would have died even if he didn't have him back then.

After all, I saw the thick blackness on Ji Lingge's face with my own eyes.

Now is a great opportunity, isn't it?After midnight tonight, Xia Yu should be able to believe that she could foresee death.

Looking at Xia Yu's long silver hair, Song Jing pursed her lips in distress. During those days, which were the most difficult days for Xia Yu, she was not by his side... It was really... very sad. Unwilling...

Obviously, before the earliest, he was the one who vowed to protect Xia Yu and let everyone happily explore the Shocking Dust Continent together.

"Huh?" Xia Yu noticed Song Jing's gaze, glanced over with indifferent eyes, moved her dry lips, and uttered a single sound.

Song Jing's face was calm: "Xia Yu, I can really foresee death."

"Why are you telling me these things?" Xia Yu said in a bad tone, he seemed to have noticed that Song Jing was going to say something very important, something he absolutely didn't want to touch.

"Because what I said later has something to do with this." Song Jing took a deep breath with difficulty, her slender eyes carried the power to calm her mind, "I need you to believe my words."

Xia Yu was silent for a while: "It's hard to believe."

"So after tonight and early morning, you must force yourself to believe." Song Jing said lightly, "Tonight, everyone in the town will die."

"If you knew they were going to die, wouldn't you save them?" Xia Yu's voice was low and hoarse, with imperceptible panic, "If you want to say something, just say it directly. Don't use such superficial things as a cover."

Song Jing chuckled, but stopped looking at him, with a bit of a trance: "If death is their fate, what can I do to save them? I only know that they will die, but I don't know how they will die?"

"What about us?" Xia Yu sneered irritably, "Didn't you say that if I die, you will die too?"

Song Jing blinked: "Not now."

Yes, not now, the blackness on his complexion has begun to gradually decrease, slowly fading away, probably because he is getting farther and farther away from that town.

The carriage galloped all the way, and when the sun was setting, it was already five hundred miles away from the town.

"Here, are you satisfied?" Xia Yu asked indifferently, his heart was already in chaos, Song Jing's expression seemed to explain something, as if he wanted to explain many things clearly, and he... couldn't bear it.

Song Jing murmured: "It's five hundred miles away."

The black air here has finally dissipated.

Five hundred miles away, such a remote place, can avoid the threat of death.

Even if he wanted to save those people, there was no other way.

He smiled strangely, unexpectedly, he really escaped the shadow of death once, why didn't Sun Xiaowu back then have such good luck as himself?

Xia Yu got up, opened the curtain and got out of the carriage. A voice came from under the carriage: "Rest here."

Song Jing then got out of the carriage, and seeing the Phantom skillfully set up the tent, she couldn't help smiling wryly, she was really thoughtful of taking care of herself, an ordinary person who had lost all spiritual power.

Sitting silently, finishing the food silently, finding a place to rest silently...

A phantom is the polar ice, and a Xia Yu is extremely indifferent.

Song Jing propped her chin and thought, why are the people around her always so awkward?Obviously just with Xia Yu...

There was a trace of blush on the pale face, Song Jing thought helplessly, maybe it was just a momentary disturbance of each other...

"Thinking about what?"

Song Jing looked up and saw Xia Yu standing, looking down at him condescendingly, with a trace of patience on her haggard face: "I want to leave for a while, don't leave wisely."

"I'm not leaving." Song Jing bent her lips.

Xia Yu turned and left, her pace was hurried.

Are you going to meet the Yaoyue Sect?Or go directly to see Shu Jinxiu?

Xia Yu's complexion seemed to be much worse.

He looked towards Phantom, and actually saw a hint of worry in Phantom's eyes watching Xia Yu leave.

I want to follow up and have a look.

Song Jing looked up at the gradually dimming sky, but now her identity seemed to be a prisoner.

Xia Yu walked into the dense forest.Leaning against the tree trunk, the hand that was tucked in the cuff was exposed, a piece of purple ten-finger fantasy was sandwiched between the fingers, and the lavender smoke was dense. He closed his eyes and slowly fell into a trance.

It seemed that he saw the white body of the man again, lying willingly under his body, or frowning, or bewildered, the face that was always cold and unable to see thoughts, showed such a real expression for the first time.

It seems that I can seize it by myself, firmly imprisoning it, and never let go.

With crystal tears overflowing from her eyes, Xia Yu relaxed her body tiredly, and slowly sat down on the ground, not knowing how to face that person.

After doing such an intimate thing, although he thought about it as if nothing had happened, even though he perfectly pretended to be the same indifference as before, he understood that something was different.

I don't know when, this layer of camouflage will be broken, but my mother died at his hands.

How to do?

There are endless contradictions in the sunken eyes, can you give yourself an excuse to let go and embrace the sunshine you yearn for?

When Xia Yu returned, the surrounding area had already become dark and fell into a silent night, only the slight insect chirping was very clear.

Song Jing couldn't sleep, he was waiting for the moment in the early morning, when a large number of souls would be harvested, but he knew very well