I became my brother's cloud baby

The sword dug deep into the rotting body.

It was too late to draw the sword, and there was another scream from behind.

Wu Zhi turned his head, and saw the young man behind him screaming, his originally dark pupils had turned green.

There were scratches of different sizes on the boy's arm, some of which had overflowed with green blood.

Seeing this green blood, Wu Zhi realized something was wrong: "Don't be caught by him, it's poisonous."

Ren Yanxing took a few steps back and covered Wu Zhi's nose: "There is a fragrance."

More than one was unstable, and his back was pressed against the cold wall.

The person in front of him was very close to him, that person not only had a faint fragrance of flowers on his body, but also carried a little bit on his hands. Bursts of flowers.

Just as Wu Zhi was about to say something, he felt his feet loosen, and there was a sound from the ground, and they fell down.

At the moment of falling, Ren Yanxing stretched out his hand to protect Wu Zhi's head.

His vision turned from white to black, and when Wu Zhi fell to the ground, it didn't hurt that much.

But in the next second, he felt the hand on his head lowered, and then he sat up as if waking up from a dream, and groped in the dark to hold that hand: "Ayan, does it hurt?"

A familiar voice came from in front of him: "It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt to fall from such a high place?

The damp smell broke his endless thoughts, he turned his head to look, and heard the sound of gurgling water not far away.

"There is the sound of water."

After the words fell, the flames spread around.

Ren Yanxing didn't know when he was already holding the torch in his hand, and he raised the torch in his hand a little higher to see the surrounding scene.

The surrounding walls were stained with water, staining the paintings on them, Ren Yanxing reached out and touched the murals: "Where is this?"

"How is your hand?" Wu Zhi took his hand and looked at it by the firelight.

The slender and fair hand was flushed red, and the bony fingers were scratched, dazzling against the whiteness.

Ren Yanxing withdrew his hand: "It's a small matter."

Wuzhi looked at him for a while, then reached for the torch: "I'll get it."

"Where did you get the torch?"

"I still have some left over from what Ah Qing gave me before." Ren Yanxing replied.

Wu Zhi raised the torch a little higher, his eyes gliding over the mural, he frowned slightly, the mural was already wet with water, and nothing could be seen at all.

There is only one way here, and the two can only go forward.

Wuzhi walked forward, and he didn't forget to stretch his hand back, signaling Ren Yanxing to give him his hand.

When he held that familiar hand, he felt more at ease.

The road was narrow and small, and the two had to walk one behind the other.

A footstep other than the two came from the front, and Wuzhi stopped involuntarily.

The two looked at each other, extinguished the torch and hid to one side.

Faint flames shone from the front, reflecting a slender figure.

Wu Zhi looked at the figure, and suddenly felt familiar.

The flames shone upwards, reflecting the man's face.

It was a young man with fine features, dressed in a Chinese robe, and even the torch in his hand was slightly more luxurious than the one they held just now.

This person is none other than the young man Ah Qing whom he saw in the north of the island that day.

I saw Ah Qing walking in skillfully, holding a torch in his hand, flustered and not knowing what to do.

The torch in Ah Qing's hand was very bright, completely different from the one given to them that day, it was enough to illuminate the whole room, and only then could it be seen clearly that the place was full of stones, and there was a transparent lake in the center.

He seemed to be familiar with this place, and he came to the lake with a torch.

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