Who the hell is 010
Earthquake...crack...fall...fire...
Luo Wen'er fell into a nightmare again.
In the dream, the fire is rolling and erupting.
In the flames, there is something swimming. It is so fast that it rolls the flames to make an infinitely rotating whirlpool.
In the depths of the whirlpool, there were bursts of roars, as if they were from ancient memories. This memory had been sleeping for thousands of years, but it was awakened by the intruder, so it rolled up, roared, and finally rushed out of the hurricane-like whirlpool and rushed to her...
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Luo Wener suddenly sat up from ** and sweated coldly.
The night spirit star emitted a faint light on the table. However, the roar in the dream did not go away with the awakening. It was... in my ear.
A mass of yellow, rising from the gray bed mantle, followed by another mass...
Countless yellows are on the bed, walls, and the ground shaken, like shattered crystals.
A little bright gold suddenly hit the window frame.
She turned around and was shocked to see that the window paper was burning quickly.
She jumped out of bed, heard the sound of armor, and was coming this way.
"Bung".
The door panel separated directly from the door frame, hit the wall and split into two halves.
The tall and magnificent figure is like the birth of a god, and the black cloak is coated with a layer of glittering gold edges, spreading furiously in the wind, exuding a strong murderous atmosphere.
The murderous spirit came to her face. After waiting for her to shout, someone put her under his armpit and flew out of the door with just one step.
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I don't know when it snowed again. The snowflakes were very big and hit my face, but it was actually hot.
What is hotter is fire.
Countless fires roared from the top of their heads and flew by. Wherever they fell, they burned quickly. The flame spread like a curved snake, spitting bright red letters and winding freely.
The world seems to be full of shadows, swaying around, colorful and mixed, like a group of demons dancing.
The sound of killing, the sound of war drums, the sound of weapons fighting, the sound of sharp blades into the bones... They are connected together, as if they converge into a roaring ocean, with waves surging, and the evil waves are surging. And people, just a piece of wood, fluctuated in the landslides and tsunami.
She was struggling and shouting, but she couldn't hear her voice at all. There was only countless panic in her ears.
The air was filled with the smell of fireworks and burnt wood, and a strong fishy smell splashed on it, steaming out one bloody fog after another.
Emy, has the enemy begun to attack the city?
It seems to take advantage of the wind, but suddenly, the sound of killing suddenly became far away.
She is actually in a dark room, but the fire can still be seen between the cracks and windows.
Without giving her any chance to question, Qian Yuyi directly lifted a box and threw her in.
Luo Wener was shocked.
Before sitting up, the lid of the box had fallen, and it was locked with a "ka" sound.
Endless horror penetrates the noise outside and comes from the edge of darkness.
In an instant, she seemed to become a six-year-old girl, deceived into the box by other children in the orphanage and locked inside.
Small suffocating space, helpless calls and help, endless black despair, bursting fire...
That was her nightmare that will never fade away, and now it reappears in front of her.
She kicked and shouted, but this cramping space was like a copper wall and an iron wall. No matter how hard she tried, she was left only to suppress the rising fear.
"Bout me..."
"Thousand Wings..."
It seemed that there was a little soft sound in the box, and her waist was numb.
The moment her consciousness disappeared, she seemed to see the ink cloak rush into the sea of fire like a huge eagle wing, and disappeared in an instant.
And the flame rises to the sky...
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Yunfeng collected the last silver needle stuck on Luo Wen'er's head and glanced at the thousand wings sitting on the chair.
In this long hour, General Qianyu has been sitting in the chair, seemingly calm, but he leaned forward slightly, put his hands on his knees and clenched them into fists, and his eyes looked at this side in an instant.
Last night, the enemy attacked the city. General Qianyu originally commanded resistance at the head of the city, but disappeared for half a cup of tea for no reason... Then just an hour ago, General Qianyu suddenly kicked open his door and held the woman in his arms. At that moment, the thousand wings turned out to be the panic he had never seen before...
Yunfeng frowned, covered his anger, and said calmly, "She was just scared..."
"Are you scared?"
Yunfeng nodded: "I think I had a similar experience before, so this time I was frightened again, which led to be confused and unconscious. However, the depression has been dredged now, and it should be all right until tomorrow morning.
Seeing that Qianyu's eyes were relaxed and breathed, Yunfeng was even more annoyed, but he heard him say, "How about Vice General Yue?"
Last night, the enemy attacked the city and Yue Liying was injured by an arrow.
If Qian Yuyi didn't ask, Yunfeng really wanted to ask for justice for Yue Liying, but Qian Yuyi asked again, and as a result, a different feeling rose in his heart. However, he knew that he should not have any coveting for such an unparalleled woman. All he could do was to watch her silently, look at her, and do everything he could for her.
"The arrow has been taken out, non-toxic and drugged. General..."
He gritted his teeth and was ready to remind Qian Yuyi to move to see Yue Liying, but he saw that Qian Yuyi nodded and had to swallow the words behind and exit the door.
Qian Yuyi walked to the bedside, stood silently for a while, and squatted down.
The face in front of him is quiet, his eyebrows are relaxed, and the corners of his lips are slightly upturned. He is not as pale as when he took her out of the box, trembles all over, sweating profusely, and his fists are tightly clenched, and he can't wake up.
Thinking about it, my eyebrows didn't feel tight.
He slowly stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and gently put it on the sleeping face.
Soft and smooth, with a slight coolness, like a piece of good jade.
He nostalgicly stroked the softness of his hands and couldn't help getting closer.
The slender eyebrows are bent into delicate arcs, like the wings of a swallow. The dense and slightly curly eyelashes are like two small feather fans, quietly spreading a faint shadow under the eyes.
He didn't know whether she would be surprised or angry if she woke up and saw herself in front of her. However, no matter what, her eyes were always black and white, like flowing streams, clear to the bottom, which was difficult to move.
The finger moved slowly and fell on her slender and straight nose. Suddenly, she became playful and gently pinched it.
She immediately frowned and pouted.
He couldn't help laughing, and his eyes unconsciously moved to her lips.
The small mouth like a diamond horn, with a faint cherry color, and the corners of the lips are always slightly raised. Even if they are angry, they seem to be smiling.
Unconsciously approached her, and her lips gently swept over the cherry color.
The faint fragrance lingered around his nose, and he couldn't help taking a deep breath. However, he finally let go and looked at her for a moment. Suddenly, his eyes were full of doubts and deep pain.
After rolling back and forth like this, he closed his eyes and his hand fell on her face again. His thin lips moved slightly, as if he were asking, as if he was talking to himself, and more like a sigh...
"Who the hell are you?"