At this moment, Bai Yao raised his hand to cover his lips again and coughed twice.
Wen Xiaoyun quickly pushed the umbrella he handed over, "Brother Bai Ya, you are weak and cannot get wet in the rain."
Bai Yu raised his sleeves and showed them in front of Wen Xiaoyun, curling his lips helplessly, "It was you who was vomiting blood just now. It's obvious that you are weak."
Wen Xiaoyun blinked, "Otherwise, let's hold an umbrella together. We are all men anyway, so there is no need to avoid suspicion."
As if he heard something funny, Bai Yu laughed out loud, "It's weirdest if two men hold an umbrella together. It's more natural for a man and a woman to hold an umbrella together."
Wen Xiaoyun shrugged indifferently, "Then just think of me as a woman. No one can see me on a rainy day anyway. As long as you feel comfortable, I'll be fine no matter what you think about me."
Bai Ya smiled even more happily, "Brother Wu Cao is so righteous."
Wen Xiaoyun smiled, raised her hand and held the umbrella between the two of them, and walked forward slowly to the rhythm of the white owl, "By the way, Brother Bai, can I ask you something?"
Bai Yu calmly took the umbrella and thoughtfully held the umbrella for Wen Xiaoyun, "But about my identity?"
"Can I ask?" Wen Xiaoyun asked carefully as she looked down at Bai Yao's beautiful white boots stepping into the water.
Bai Yao looked into the distance with deep eyes, "At least for now, let's keep a little sense of mystery."
Wen Xiaoyun raised her eyes and glanced at him, and her beautiful profile once again touched her heartstrings.
The two of them were finally speechless, stepping on the rain curtain that passed on the bluestone bricks, watching the wind and enjoying the rain.
The road was so long that she really wanted to keep walking like this.
The road was so short, so short that before she even had a taste of it, it was time to say goodbye.
Finally, some pedestrians could be seen on the road ahead, and Wen Xiaoyun came back to her senses with a sense of loss.
"Promise Bai Yu that if we meet today, don't tell anyone else."
"Well," Wen Xiaoyun turned her head and looked back, but there was only a whirling wind in the position of the person next to her.
The smile on Wen Xiaoyun's lips turned into a sigh before she could raise it.
"The torture chamber!"
A familiar male voice suddenly came from the front.
Wen Xiaoyun was startled for a moment, and then she saw the cat-eared man wearing a raincoat riding a horse and rushing toward her.
"Mrs. Yin hasn't seen you for a long time, but I'm so anxious. Where have you been?" Mao Erdu ran up to him, brushed off the hood of his raincoat, and said out of breath, "By the way, your horse Woolen cloth?"
"Hey, it's a long story. Let's go home first." Wen Xiaoyun held an umbrella with a complicated look on her face.
Mao Er hurriedly dismounted, "Then you ride this and go home quickly. My home is over here, I'll go home first."
"Okay, thank you brother Er Er." After saying this, Wen Xiaoyun put away his umbrella, mounted his horse and galloped away in the light rain.
At this time, at the other end of Yanzhou Fucheng, a giant wild dog covered in blood limped into an alley, flicking its tongue.
In the rain, its half-cut tail was covered in blood, and mixed with the rain, a ferocious blood trail trailed out.
Its mind was already in chaos, otherwise it would never have chosen this alley when it was seriously injured.
Because this alley leads to the residences of ordinary people.
Every living ordinary people.
On the verge of death, it only knew that there was an irresistible smell in front of it, attracting it.
The smell was all too familiar to it, and it had a fatal attraction for it.
Enduring the unbearable pain as if his stomach was on fire, it dragged its almost wasted body and finally greedily reached its target.
Its body suddenly collapsed, and the remaining eyeball also lost its last luster, becoming gray and only a greedy tongue remained, greedily extending forward.
The rain came down hard, hitting the body of the wild dog and the other corpse opposite it.
Her long hair was disheveled, but she was wearing some men's clothes. Her face was pale, her originally beautiful eyes widened in fear, but her purple lips formed a strange arc, creating two beautiful dimples on her cheeks.
Although her body and limbs were still there, they were far apart, and she was made into an extremely humiliating gesture, which made the smile even more eerie and terrifying.
The rain was getting heavier, and it was as dense as fog. No matter how strong the wind was, it couldn't lift it or break through it.
It's like washing away everything in this world, whether it's good or ugly.
