My Husband Is the Villain

The night was like a dark gray net, silently shrouding the world. The bustling and lively human world town has become a unique scenery in the moonlit night.

"Master Zhuohua."

A black figure appeared silently behind him, his face and figure hidden in the shadow of the road. At first glance, it seemed like a ghost without support.

He stood respectfully, describing humility.

"Yeah." Zhuohua slowly turned his eyes back, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes fell on the lantern in his hand, and he answered lightly.

On the clear paper, a vigorously circling Chilong is drawn with fine brushwork, with five claws showing its vivid image, as if it is about to jump out of the paper.

"The matter has been done, sir, can you stay for a while?" The shadow bowed his head respectfully.

Zhuohua's thin lips pursed slightly, he didn't answer, but raised his head again.

The bright red and yellow lights on the street shone on his picturesque facial features. He looked at the cheerful street, and the indifference in his eyes gradually turned into a little confusion.

He doesn't understand, where does the joy of stacking and crowding human beings come from?

He tried to see the source of the joy in their eyes, but couldn't find it.

"Sir?" Seeing Zhuohua stunned, Hei Ying added softly.

Zhuohua took a deep breath of the hot air that was exaggerated by the excitement. I don't know if it was his illusion. The moment he inhaled, his whole body and mind seemed to be hot.

"Let's go." His thin lips parted lightly, and the moment he walked into the shadow, a very shallow dark black flame suddenly ignited on the lantern in his hand.

The flames spread wildly, and with the power to destroy everything, the lanterns were quickly swallowed up in a few seconds.

Zhuohua looked at the annihilated dust left on his fingertips, and the moment he released his palm, there was a sense of heaviness in his heart.

He stopped suddenly, turning his head back as if afraid of losing something.

The chaos and complexity of the street market has not changed in the slightest, Zhuohua's eyes swept around in a hurry, and a certain place in his heart is still empty.

He slowly retracted the loneliness in his eyes, but his figure was like a child who couldn't feel safe and lonely. The shadow silently followed his pace and sighed silently.

Lin Qingxu pushed aside the crowd like crazy and ran to the end of the street corner, but there was no one she saw there.

"Ayan, Ayan..." She murmured his name, and lost her mind, looking around for his trace.

In that moon-white gown, her familiar face engraved in her blood...

No, not at all.

As the hustle and bustle moved away from her, Lin Qingxu frantically ran through the streets, and when he saw someone familiar, he rushed over to call him, one, two... ten, dozens...

No, they are not.

The rush made her panting, her clothes were messed up, her hairpin fell off at some point, and most of her hair was loose, and she looked like a ghost for a while.

The night gradually deepened, the hustle and bustle slowly receded, and there were fewer and fewer people on the street. Lin Qingxu wandered on the road like a ghost, with Su Yan's appearance in his mind.

He was full of joy when wearing the red wedding dress, he who gently took her into his arms, and he who knew what happened to him was full of condense... In the end, it all boiled down to that moon-white figure.

The long-suppressed lovesickness and pain suddenly found an outlet at this moment, like a flood gushing out, instantly breaking down the strong fortress she had forged for a long time.

Lin Qingxu leaned against the foot of the unoccupied wall, hugged his arms, buried his face and whimpered in a low voice.

Was that person just now really Su Yan?

In fact, when she found that there was no one there, she already knew that maybe she was wrong. This is the human world, the human world close to the world of immortals, Su Yan will not be here, he is in the devil world, it is not him, maybe it is a person who has a portrait of him, or it is just a phantom that she has over-imagined...

Missing was tumbling in her mind, and Lin Qingxu shed tears silently, doing self-coaching in her mind over and over again, but the rush of sadness seemed to want to drown her.

When going down the mountain, the sound transmission stone that Zheng Muyang gave her was hot in her cuff, but she couldn't tell if she took it out.

Just leave her alone for a while, just for a while.

Lin Qingxu spoke to himself silently in his heart.

The low whimper gradually calmed down, but the tears seemed to be unable to dry up and flowed down endlessly down the eyes.

Lin Qingxu slowly raised his head, wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve, bit his lip and cursed himself for no use.

Tears soon wet the sleeves, and she was heartbroken, so she simply covered the wet sleeves over her eyelids and let them flow.

Tears flowed out silently, and the world suddenly became quiet. It was also at this time that Lin Qingxu suddenly realized that another person's breathing was mixed in the air.

"Mu Qingqing." The man approached slowly and squatted down in front of her.

Lin Qingxu's huddled figure moved, she pressed her lips down, took a deep breath to make sure the tears in her eyes were dry, and then put down her covering hands.

She looked at the man who didn't know how long she had been here, and her voice was dry: "Brother Pastor."

Seeing her red and swollen eyes, Mu Xiu narrowed his brows slightly, but he slowly raised his palm in her dumb eyes.

In the palm of her hand, there was a hairpin that she didn't know when.

Lin Qingxu's breath suddenly suffocated, and stared at his palm in a daze.

As her thoughts went back and forth, she lowered her eyes deeply, her breathing was a little chaotic, and she was even more at a loss.

She suddenly remembered what Zhou Wen had said to her, Mu Xiu was cold and distant, why did he treat her alone?

But Mu Xiu didn't seem to see her thoughts and put the hairpin directly into her hands, the sound quality was the same as before: "Don't think so much, just pack yourself up, we have to rush back to the pie immediately. ."

Lin Qingxu held the hard object in his palm in a daze, and then he separated his thoughts.

Why did the pastor come here so suddenly?

Mu Xiu guessed what she was thinking, his dark eyes looked at her quietly, and he said in a deep voice, "There is something wrong with the Mushan dispatch, and I was ordered to come out to find you."

...

The triangular-shaped spire stone that they saw when they came out on the mountain road has been cut into two parts, one part is still standing in the distance, and the other part is scattered ten meters away, and the interface between the two rocks is surging with demonic energy. .

And another mountain standing side by side in the distance has been cut off from the middle.

The rocks crumbled, and the blood gushed out.

An hour ago, there had just been an inhuman slaughter there.

Looking at these, Lin Qingxu's mind "buzzed", and the whole person was stunned.

She stared blankly at the undissipated demonic energy between heaven and earth, her whole body trembling.

Mu Xiu lightly pressed his hand on her shoulder, conveying his strength silently, he lowered his gaze, his voice was harsh, and his words were indescribably heavy: "The Dusk Mountain Sect was strangled by the demons, and no one was left alive."

The author has something to say: a little bit today, more tomorrow.