Xiao Yunlong and Qin Mingyue drove back. They were already soaked to the skin. After rowing ashore, they immediately left Lishui Yunshan Scenic Area.
After all, they fell into the lake and had already become the focus of attention. If they didn't leave quickly, they might be surrounded by tourists in the scenic area.
Xiao Yunlong pulled Qin Mingyue all the way and quickly left the scene, got in the car and drove quickly back to the Qin family's old house.
He and Qin Mingyue laughed non-stop along the way. Recalling the scene when they fell into the lake together, they couldn't help laughing and burst into laughter.
Driving back to the Qin family's old house, Xiao Yunlong stopped the car and said to Qin Mingyue: "Mingyue, go take a bath and change into some clothes. Although it is summer, you still have to wear wet clothes all the time. Be careful of catching a cold."
Qin Mingyue nodded. Looking at Xiao Yunlong's appearance, she couldn't help but smile and said, "You should also take a bath."
Xiao Yunlong smiled and walked out of the car with Qin Mingyue.
Walking into the Qin family's old house, Chen Yahan greeted them. Seeing Xiao Yunlong and Qin Mingyue all wet, she looked stunned and asked: "What, what's going on?"
"Aunt Chen, nothing's wrong. I just played in the water for a while and got wet all over." Xiao Yunlong said with a smile.
"Hurry up and take a shower and change into some clothes." Chen Yahan urged.
"Mom, find a set of dad's clothes for Yunlong to change into. He should be able to wear dad's clothes too. Look for something that looks younger, don't look for something too old-fashioned." Qin Mingyue said.
"You don't need to worry about it. There are clothes at home. I have prepared the clothes for you and Yunlong. I thought that sometimes you and Yunlong might stay at home overnight when they come back, so I prepared them. But Yunlong's clothes I bought it based on my approximate height and body shape, so the size won’t be much different." Chen Yahan said with a smile.
"Thank you so much, Aunt Chen." Xiao Yunlong smiled.
"You kid, you still say these kind words. Go take a shower and change clothes." Chen Yahan said.
Xiao Yunlong and Qin Mingyue agreed. There were several bathrooms in this old house. Chen Yahan brought Xiao Yunlong a brand new set of clothes, took him to a bathroom, and let him take a bath.
It was already afternoon when they came out from the shower.
Xiao Yunlong was wearing the clothes Chen Yahan prepared for him, and they fit her very well. As for Qin Mingyue, she had her own clothes at home.
"Yunlong, Mingyue, why don't you go back to Jianghai City today and stay here for the night. It's rare to come back, so stay longer. Return to Jianghai City tomorrow." In the hall, Mr. Qin faced Xiao Yunlong and Qin Mingyue. said.
Qin Mingyue looked at Xiao Yunlong with her eyes, somewhat inquiringly.
Xiao Yunlong smiled and said, "Okay, I have no problem."
"Then go back to Jianghai City tomorrow." Qin Mingyue said.
"Haha, that's great. As an old man, I just want you to stay with me more, and that will make me happy." Mr. Qin smiled.
Chen Yahan in the hall smiled and said, "Then I will go prepare dinner."
"Mom, I'll go with you." Qin Mingyue said, she stood up and followed Chen Yahan out of the hall.
Xiao Yunlong looked around and asked: "Old man, where is Uncle Qin?"
"Yuanbo went out to meet a friend. He will be back in a while." Mr. Qin said, and he smiled and said, "Come on, Yunlong, drink tea and chat with me."
"Okay." Xiao Yunlong smiled.
He was enjoying this time very much, it was peaceful but fulfilling. Being able to accompany Qin Mingyue and being with people of the older generation such as Mr. Qin seemed to be a happy and joyful life, but also filled with a sense of warmth.
However, he didn't know how long this peaceful day could last or whether it would be broken by others.
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A remote and mysterious island in the Caribbean Sea.
This is an extremely remote island, with few people and no birds... This is only in the eyes of outsiders, but it is not actually the case.
The bloody setting sun reflects on the island, giving it a bloody luster. The island has towering ancient trees and a natural rain forest. This dense rain forest seems peaceful, but once someone sneaks in, it will be unknown in an instant. Died unconsciously.
From time to time, three sharp whistles of different lengths, like bird calls, were heard in the forest. Every time they sounded, corresponding responses would come from all directions. This was a kind of secret signal. As long as there was no corresponding response from any direction, That means something unexpected happened.
If you sense it carefully, you can faintly feel that there are frightening auras that appear and disappear in this forest. It is filled with a sense of darkness and blood, as if the god of death has come.
In fact, this is a kingdom of death.
The dense forest on the outside obscures the situation inside the island. If someone can break through this rainforest and go forward, they will see an extremely tall and majestic castle standing in the middle of the island.
This castle is completely black, made up of huge black rocks. It looks tall and majestic. It stands on the island, but it exudes an indescribable pressure that makes people want to take a look. My heart was broken, and I could not help but feel the fear of falling to my knees and worshiping him.
The black castle does not have any decorations. There is only a very conspicuous logo pattern on the front of the castle. This pattern is a sickle, a bloody sickle.
The bloody sickle is painted vividly. It looks like a real sickle still dripping blood hanging above the castle. It gives people a sense of death for no reason. In fact, the whole castle gives people a sense of death. It's a lifeless feeling filled with a strong aura of death.
In Western mythology, the weapon of death is a sickle dripping with blood, which is specially used to harvest the lives of others.
Therefore, a bloodthirsty scythe often represents death...
The black castle is still dominated by dark tones, but there are many more paintings on the tall walls. Even the dome of the ten-foot-tall castle is embossed with various paintings. The reliefs of these paintings are based on bloody Killing is the main theme, and the main character in the painting is Danatus, the god of death in Western mythology, who walks the world and kills and kills bloody things.
There is no electricity in the entire castle, so there are naturally no electric lights. However, there are more than a dozen light stands the size of millstones hanging from the high roof. The lights on them are actually thick-armed tallow candles, which fill the room with strange lights. shadow.
At the top of the castle hall, a man as tall as a mountain stood in the middle of the hall with his back to the door. He was tall and tall, but he was covered with a black cloak. He was wrapped in this black cloak from head to head. With the help of a bear Under the candlelight, I actually saw this burly man in a cloak reaching out to wipe a sharp sickle. There was a flash of red light on the edge of the sickle, as bright as blood.
Behind him on both sides, two rows of men in black robes stood neatly. They stood solemnly, motionless like sculptures, but there was an extremely frightening aura of death permeating their bodies.
In the middle of the hall, on a carpet that looked like it was soaked in blood, three men were kneeling. They bent their waists to the maximum, and their foreheads touched the ground, motionless.
"Joseph, you are back. What I hope to hear is good news."
I don't know how long it took, but the man in the black cloak in front spoke. His tone was calm but sharp, just like the edge of the bloody sickle in his hand, which was as cold as the cold.
Among the three figures kneeling on the ground, the figure of the man in the middle trembled slightly. He was still bent over and kneeling without raising his head. He said: "Great God of Death, Joseph has failed to live up to your expectations. We The operation failed."
"fail?…"
The man in the black cloak's tone sank slightly. As he said these words, the temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped sharply, as if the cold winter was coming, and a frightening coldness filled the entire magnificent hall.
"You led a total of fifty strong men from the temple, combined with the Night Rattlesnake mercenary group, and the Hunting Tiger mercenary group, but they failed to kill the Demon King's mercenary group? As far as I know, the Demon King's mercenary group only has a dozen people. Right?" The man in black cloak spoke again.
"We had originally encircled the Demon King's Mercenary Group in a rain forest in southern Eastern Europe. We planned to continuously narrow the area and completely kill all the members of the Demon King's Mercenary Group. Who would have thought that the members of the Demon King's Mercenary Group would come from the right? He suddenly broke out of the encirclement. When I led the people to surround me, it was already a step too late." Joseph, the man kneeling on the ground in the middle, said.
"I didn't expect that the Demon King's mercenary group without the Demon King is still so strong. No wonder they can become a legend in the mercenary world." The man in the black cloak said, and he continued, "The Demon King's mercenary group without the Demon King has the combat effectiveness They are still so powerful. If the Demon King returns and leads them again, wouldn't you be even more powerless? Is it because the strong men in our temple are too weak? Or are you limited in ability and unable to complete this siege well? Killing operation?"
"Lord Death, it's my lack of ability, it's not my great temple that's not strong, it's all my fault." Joseph spoke, with a slight tremor in his voice.
"The Temple of Death does not need weak people. Since you admit your mistake, then rest in peace."
The man in the black cloak spoke. As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't see him move. He only saw a black shadow flash past and a bloody edge cutting through the void.
Chi…chi…chi…
Three blood arrows shot into the air, and suddenly the three men who were kneeling on the blood-colored carpet were separated from their bodies, and bright red blood continued to shoot out from their severed necks.
Looking closer, the man in the black cloak had already stood back to his original position, as if he had never moved from beginning to end.
But on the edge of the bloody sickle in his hand, there were drops of blood flowing down.
Six of the men in black robes standing in the temple were dispatched. They lifted up the corpse on the ground, and the head retreated in the blink of an eye. The blood stains on the ground were not cleaned up, and gradually seeped into the carpet, becoming that Blood dye.
Perhaps that's why this carpet has such a bloody red color.
At this point, the man in the black cloak in the hall slowly turned around. As soon as he turned around, the two rows of black-robed warriors kneeling down.
Just because this man in a black cloak is the Lord of the Temple of Death...the God of Death...