The dim candlelight was not blown out.
Two twisted shadows appeared on the hanging bed curtain.
At first, the two shadows seemed to be sitting opposite each other, perhaps undressing and whispering.
A hand as white as jade deep inside the curtain gently threw some clothes beside the bed.
Thick dress, silk white lining, embroidered bra...
Until two pieces of underwear, until there is no more clothes.
The light and shadow evoke the undulating mountains, which are so majestic.
It seems that the mountain breeze is floating, the peaks are trembling slightly, there are people climbing the peaks, and the black shadows are stacked on top of each other.
Twisted, entangled, and in a trance, a scream was heard.
Screaming gradually started, and then someone gasped.
The light and shadow are chaotic, and the black shadows sway and separate on the curtain, and then merge together again the next moment.
The cycle continues until the candle turns to ashes and the candlelight is extinguished.
The woman is delicate, the man is restless, and the voice in the darkness is a little clearer.
I seem to have heard the man say:
"Are you ready?"
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"Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry up and use a hammer. If you have the ability, do it yourself!"
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river.
On a silent night, the small desert city on the northwest border of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty welcomed thirteen visitors with cowardly dogs under the bright moon.
Within ten miles outside Mocheng, there are restrictions set up to prevent outsiders from entering.
At this moment, thirteen black shadow cats were in a corner, with a thin figure at the front, his chained hands spread out, constantly melting the restrictions.
"Sikong, isn't it your specialty to break this thing? It's already a cup of tea, and it doesn't make any big noise." Someone in the shadow was dissatisfied with the retort of Sikong who was breaking the restriction, and sneered a few times.
The thin figure slowly let go of his hand:
"You want to make some noise, right? Then I'll let go immediately and come on.
The noise you made is so big that when you attract the defenders of Mocheng, there are pursuers behind you and defenders in front of you. Let me see how you run away.
I'm not afraid. I'm guilty, but the crime won't lead to death. The worst I can do is be caught by the pursuers and returned to that sky-breaking prison. "
"Okay, okay, Sikong, Mr. Wang's mouth is tougher than his life. Why are you angry with him? Break it up quickly. The most important thing is to be careful." Someone in the shadow tried to persuade the fight:
"When we reach the territory of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty and the hands of the Great Qian Dynasty cannot reach out, we will be free."
The thin figure snorted and continued to release spiritual power in his hands, melting the restrictions without alerting the defenders.
This is his talent, the means by which he has been able to make ends meet for many years.
He must dare to claim to be second in this ability to break through restrictions. He is confident that no one in the world dares to claim to be number one.
If his hands weren't trapped by the prison chain, the power he could use would be countless times stronger than it is now.
Twelve of the thirteen people who escaped this time were all death row prisoners. They had violated the laws of the Daqian Dynasty and were powerful people. The Daqian Dynasty was preparing to be executed after the Nine-Day Conference. Now, they have all escaped. .
He, Sikong, was not a death row prisoner. The reason why he was willing to escape was because he had a letter that he wanted to send to a person from the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
This letter is not a simple one. It was passed down from his grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s grandfather’s.
As for how many grandpas there were, he couldn't remember clearly. Anyway, it was the Sikong family who had been keeping a letter a long time ago, saying that it was delivered to a certain Tianhuang nobleman in the imperial city of the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty.
As for why it was sent from the past to the present, he didn't understand.
But it doesn't matter, he is filial, which is a task passed down from generation to generation.
But in his generation, it happened to be the time to carry out a mission to deliver letters.
What does it mean?
It shows that he is the chosen one!
He couldn't imagine how precious this letter was.
He could imagine that after delivering the letter, he would usher in overwhelming wealth.
The moonlight shone fearfully on his thin face. There was a scar on the right side of his face, like a crescent moon gifted to him by God.
After another cup of tea, he whispered:
"alright..."
Everyone filed in and approached the desert city. They no longer had to worry about the pursuers and escaped into the ten miles of yellow sand. Wherever they went, they had their own destiny.
