His pupils suddenly condensed, Di Cheng's body gradually tightened, his eyes turned, and he looked towards the window sill. www.pAo8.cOM_There was no one there anymore, only the moonlight swayed through the trees and shadows in the night, but he absolutely believed that he was not
Hallucination!
Gray hair?
Skynet...the white-haired witch!
If she is really here, then... Wu Nong has also come from ancient times! And You Ling! There may even be... Yaya!
Coming quickly enough, Di Cheng's expression turned cold, but he didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he flashed a few fierce excitements. He gently moved out of the entanglement of Jin Yixuan's pink arms and legs, casually put on his pants, and swollen his muscles.
His upper body moved to a dark corner by the window sill and looked outside.
It was a quiet midnight, a quiet community, the big trees outside reflected a different kind of darkness in the moonlight, and several street lamps had sleepy eyes and lowered their heads. Di Cheng squinted his eyes and carefully searched for suspicious shadows in the forest.
The ears are also focused on looking for strange sounds.
If it is really Skynet's tracking troops who have arrived, whether it is Wu Nonggu, the white-haired witch, You Ling, or the ghost doll, they are all ghost-like existences, erratic and flickering, not only difficult to deal with, but also difficult to find.
, absolutely cannot let go of anything suspicious.
Suddenly, Di Cheng's eyes trembled, and at the corner of the house, a shadow seemed to flash away.
Sure enough there is someone!!
I would like to see how strong you are! Di Cheng pulled out the Huangquan knife and quickly turned back to the door, opened it quietly, and ran out silently.
In the corner of the hall, the snow lion had already woken up. Its huge body like a lion leaned down slightly, its golden claws clenched on the floor, its bright eyes stared fiercely outside, the corners of its mouth trembled slightly, and its fighting spirit was rising. It was not only it.
, Shalang, who lives downstairs, has also appeared in the dark corner of the hall, his whole body tense, tungsten gold claws protruding from his feet, and the chill is overwhelming.
Sensing Di Cheng's arrival, Shalang simply made a gesture and pointed to the window next to the hamster's cage, indicating that there had been a flash of someone there.
Di Cheng's sharp eyes moved in the darkness, pointing at the snow lion, and then pointed at the room where Jin Yixuan was on the second floor.
The snow lion's spirituality was comparable to that of humans. It quickly understood what he meant, put all its golden claws into the meat ball, and quickly ran upstairs. Although it was fast, it did not make any obvious noise.
There are snow lions guarding Jin Yixuan, so Di Cheng can attack with confidence.
"Go to Wu Nong Valley!" With a low hum, Di Cheng winked at Sha Lang, held onto Huang Quan tightly, and rushed out.
"Wait!" Shalang was about to bounce up, but he stopped and lowered his voice to stop.
"What's wrong?" Di Cheng quickly retreated into the darkness and asked quietly.
"You said...Wunong Valley? Skynet?"
"It should be about the same."
"But the figure I saw was...in ancient costume."
"What do you mean?" Di Cheng frowned immediately.
"The person who flashed past the window just now was... Qingshan!"
"Sure?"
"Absolutely."
Di Cheng's expression slowly became serious. Qingshan? Could it be... the Yin Clan? It was reasonable for Skynet to come to him, but the Yin Clan...
No, the white hair I saw when I woke up just now was most definitely the white-haired witch.
Skynet? Hidden Clan?
Did they come over at the same time, or... was it a misjudgment?
Di Cheng and Sha Lang hid in the corner of the hall, neither of them taking another step outside, waiting vigilantly. Before they were sure of the other party's origin and purpose, they would not be stupid enough to take action rashly. Especially... Wan
If the Yin tribe really comes over, will Yuwen Huangxue come to avenge the massacre at the Imperial Tomb that day?!
As time passed, Di Cheng and Sha Lang waited nervously. Even their breathing was as slow as possible, but their momentum did not relax at all.
But what they didn't know was that the night outside was also unusual.
The white-haired witch stood quietly among the dense branches, silently, her breathing frequency matched the breeze, her soft body matched the branches, and her whole person was perfectly integrated with the darkness.
Her body is very soft and light, like a willow leaf growing from a branch, but her eyes, looming in the dancing white hair, are filled with a biting cold light, staring straight ahead ten meters away.
There is no unusual canopy.
The breeze blew, the branches and leaves swayed, and little moonlight shone into the tree crown. It was empty and empty without any human figure, but it was the tree crown that made her feel threatened, and it was that threat that gave up the idea of entering the villa.
In the big trees on the roadside behind the white-haired witch, there were also a few erratic figures blending into the dark night. Without exception, they stood quietly, trying their best to fit in with the surrounding environment, but no one took any action.
They were waiting for the white-haired witch in front of them to give the signal to take action. Although they didn't know why they didn't act according to the plan, the long-term hunting mission made them develop super vigilance and patience.
Time passed by, Di Cheng and Sha Lang were waiting in the room, the white-haired witch outside the room was waiting, and other people behind were waiting as well. A strange silence circulated in this space, and a cold feeling
Depression permeated the hearts of everyone.
But from beginning to end, no one acted first, maintaining the same posture and the same mood.
until……
Two hours later, when the clock in the room struck two o'clock at midnight, the white-haired witch slowly took back the dagger in her hand, her body swayed lightly, and floated into the darkness of the ground like catkins. She tapped her feet lightly, erratically but still.
Leave this area quickly.
Several men in the darkness of the canopy behind them squinted their eyes slightly, hesitated briefly, swayed their bodies at the same time, exited the canopy, "floated" into the darkness, and quickly disappeared.
However, the white-haired witch did not really disappear when she retreated. Instead, she stopped at the edge of the community hundreds of meters away from the villa. Her eyes passed through the gaps occasionally exposed in the swaying branches, and she still locked her eyes tightly.
A threatening feeling in the tree canopy.
Soon, silhouettes of people flashed past and silently gathered around her. No one made a sound or asked. They stood silently and waited patiently.
After another half-hour of spying, the white-haired witch's eyes flashed solemnly, her feet touched the ground lightly, she flew in the air, touched the wall again, jumped to the street, and disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, those figures also surged out and quickly evacuated the community. This time they really evacuated!!
The mission...was forced to be cancelled.
The cancellation was inexplicable. Even the white-haired witch didn't expect that she would retreat without a fight, but she knew best that if any imaginary enemy really existed, then she would be defeated in tonight's silent duel, and she would be defeated miserably.
Ten minutes after they left, a slight laughter suddenly came from the tree crown where the white-haired witch felt threatened. The branches swayed, and a figure jumped down from the branches. His movements were clean and neat, but still chic.
The moonlight shone down, clearly reflecting the face of this person, with a clear face and an elegant temperament. He was wrapped in a green shirt, his long beard danced lightly, and his long hair was tied up casually. He was free and easy without losing elegance, and was gentle without losing majesty. Especially
Those eyes are so deep that one can't help but feel a bit fearful.
The retro attire and unique temperament are exactly the guardian of the Yin clan leader - Yuwen Huangxue!!
Swinging his long sleeves, Yuwen Huangxue stepped forward, and the sentence he said when they first met that day reappeared: "Every bustle in the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle in the world is for profit. Who knows that today is quiet, and who knows that the past is panic. Time flies.
, the years have troubled me, little friend Di Cheng, I haven’t seen you for two years, do you ever remember your old friend from back then?”
Yuwen Huangxue! Di Cheng, who was silent, immediately identified the person. But when he confirmed that the person was Yuwen Huangxue, the nervousness he imagined did not appear, and he regained his composure.
Instructing Sha Lang not to take action rashly, Di Cheng walked out of the darkness, chuckled, and opened the door: "We said goodbye in the snowy mountains. I thought there was no hope of seeing him again in this life, but I didn't expect... you would come thousands of miles to look for me."
The two stood still in front of the door, ten steps apart, neither of them moving forward, looking at each other under the silver moonlight.
"I have spent my life chasing and going for profit. What if I need to search thousands of miles away?" A faint smile spread across his face. Yuwen Huangxue was as elegant and refined as before, but compared with that day, that faint smile was
Of course, the loneliness is no longer there, and both the momentum and the spirit seem to be brand new.
Then I was like a trapped bird in a cage, but now I am like an eagle in the sky!
"You, Yuwen Huangxue, are one of the fifteen most powerful people on the list. I, Di Cheng, think I am no match. If I have something to ask, I will answer it. If I can answer it, I will answer it." Di Cheng met the deep gaze.
Yuwen Huangxue was slightly surprised, and looked at Di Cheng with a smile as if in wonder: "This is not like your character. Although the ranking on the list is somewhat interesting, but according to my understanding and observation, the thirty-one ranking on the list is higher than yours."
It is not true. I came here today...to test...what your true strength is!"
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