Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

The drunkard glanced at the two of them, did not speak, and went to sleep on the bed.

Tsing Yi stepped forward: "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry, sleepy." The alcoholic said without opening his eyes.

"Then you rest early." Tsing Yi turned off the light for him, and went to his room with Bai Yi.

The door was closed, the drunkard opened his eyes again, he sat up, glanced at the closed door, and lowered his eyes slightly.

Then he picked up the wine gourd on the bedside table and started drinking again...

He was not the only one who suffered from insomnia tonight.

Jun Moyan was lying on the bed with one hand behind his head, looking at the ceiling, frowning.

Something that happened that couldn't be explained by common sense made him feel that the world was a little bit mysterious.

He has always been in a passive disadvantaged position, which makes him feel very irritable, as if holding a fire in his heart, nowhere to send it.

It was definitely the first time that he couldn't figure out the opponent's movements, nor could he find his figure.

"Meow~"

The little milk cat in the neck moved, the small paws holding his neck tightly, and the little head rubbed him.

Jun Moyan raised his hand and smoothed it out.

It was not until midnight that he slowly fell asleep.

However, less than half an hour after falling asleep, Jun Moyan fell into a chaotic zone.

It's the kind of failure that suddenly fell from the land into the abyss.

The falling speed is fast, and the extremely fast wind blowing by his ears is about to make him unable to open his eyes.

As he fell deeper and deeper, his surroundings became darker and colder, it was as if he had fallen into a bottomless pool, as if he would never reach the bottom.

I don't know how long it has passed, and there is no longer the black that can't see the five fingers around. Instead, it is the kind of hazy black that can be seen clearly but not really.

The dark breath came to his face.

He didn't fall anymore, but it didn't look like he was stepping on the ground.

So he lowered his head and looked to the ground, only to see the black smoke swirling around, and the part below his calf could not be seen clearly.

Jun Moyan frowned and looked at everything around him vigilantly.

There is a black mist everywhere here, and it is impossible to see the scene three meters away.

The bursts of cold breath struck, making Jun Moyan feel like he was in hell.

He stepped up and walked forward carefully.

The further you go, the thicker the black fog and the lower the temperature.

This kind of coldness is frozen into the bones, as if to freeze human blood.

This gloomy, dangerous and unknown place, Jun Moyan should have been wary and fearful, but he actually felt kind.

This kind of intimacy, not knowing where it came from, made him feel inexplicable and strange.

I don't know how long I have been walking, the sound of the river beating against the shore came from the front, faintly, and mixed with the scream of thousands of ghosts.

Jun Moyan paused, as if he was hesitating to move forward.

However, because his curiosity was superior, Jun Moyan hesitated for a moment, and then continued to move forward.

He wanted to find out exactly what this place was.

The closer you get, the clearer the ghost's cry, which makes people feel chills.

The outline of a stone bridge in front was looming in the black fog, making Jun Moyan stop.

The stone bridge gives people a simple and heavy atmosphere, which seems to be made after thousands of years of wind and rain.

And under that bridge, a yellow river that was stirred by mud crossed the bottom of the bridge.

The river is so swift that I can't imagine what a dead body would be if someone fell.

The roar and roar of the ten thousand ghosts came from the river.

A gust of overcast wind blew the black mist away a little.

Jun Moyan looked intently, and when he saw things in the river clearly, he felt his scalp numb and his back became cold.