Male God, a Little Su

Wen Yanqing squeezed the purse in her hand, feeling hot inside.

He wanted to ask how Su Yan felt about him.

When the words came to his lips, he still didn't dare to ask. He squeezed the purse in his hand tightly, as if it was his most important thing. After touching himself for a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and blushed, and took off the purse from his waist. It was as precious as Su Yan's hand .

"Then, then I'll give mine to you too!"

After that, without waiting for Su Yan's reaction, he turned around and strode back.

I was afraid of waiting for Su Yan's words of rejection.

However, when he got back to his seat, held the purse in his hand, and saw the woman's slender figure walking into the heavy snow, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and her dress was blown up by the wind, he sharply saw the woman The dark blue tassels around her waist sway in the wind.

Couldn't help it, and smiled——

In an instant, my heart was filled to the brim.

...

The moon climbed to the ridge of the roof, and the dead branches were reflected in the full moon.

Pale snow covered the ground, and in the deserted night, from time to time, from the deep mountains, there were a few wild beasts neighing.

The night seems more and more lonely, the wilderness is empty--

【Ding! warn! warn! The mission target is under attack, life is in danger! 】

【warn--】

Su Yan jumped up, threw off the quilt and got out of bed.

Grabbing a piece of clothing casually, he broke into the heavy snow without looking back.

Tonight's snow was falling extremely heavily and mightily, as if there was an urge to keep on falling.

Liu Cui and Su Qingyun were not disturbed, Su Yan rode on the horse, the wind and snow were swaying, and the cold wind was strong. Tearing in the air, making a howl like ghosts and wolves. One person and one horse quickly disappeared into the vast snow, until they could no longer be seen.

"Ah, help, help... help..."

The flames burned, covering the entire house.

The smell of blood was so strong that one could faint, the door was locked tightly, and Su Yan jumped onto the wall without a sound, and what caught her eyes was a horrifying scene.

Fragments of limbs were everywhere, blood stained the ground, and under the pale moonlight, there was a sense of aura.

There was a maid who was missing an arm and had already been burned into a ball of fire. She staggered and ran around until she fell down, her burned body curled up like a shrimp, and she couldn't get up again.

Also lost his voice forever.

Su Yan closed her eyes, and quickly jumped down the wall. Her figure was like a ghost, and she quickly entered the back house.

"04, where is Wen Yanqing?"

Her voice was hoarse from the wind, and she was only wearing a thin unlined garment. Because she came out in a hurry, she didn't even wear shoes.

Looking one by one, Su Yan was already numb to the tragic scene within sight.

"04!"

Facing 04's long silence, Su Yan couldn't help shouting, and there was a warning in her voice!

【Sorry, Master Host...】

04 was silent for a long time before slowly answering: [The life of the soul fragment is dying, and our system has automatically cut off contact with him. 】

So all of this depends on Su Yan to find it by herself.

Su Yan's footsteps didn't stop, but went even faster.

Resisting the urge to be rude, she pushed open the door one by one and went in.

Until, she saw a woman lying at the door, dragged out by her in a long trail of blood.

The woman's white underwear was so stained with blood that she couldn't see its original color. She was clasping the carpet with her fingers, obviously trying to crawl out.

The back was cut open with a long knife, almost exposing the bones.

Su Yan's heart trembled, and she knelt down on one knee to test whether the woman was still alive.

"Ugh—"

Suddenly, a bloody hand grabbed Su Yan's wrist.