In the dark world, blood flowed, blood filled the air, and the waves of blood beat against the dark brown cliffs. Yue Xiaoli squatted on the bank of the river, with a burst of acidity in his stomach. Where was he? No moon, no sun, just endless darkness.
"Did you see it? This is my world." The voice of Red Blood Yuhun sounded in his ears.
After a moment of dizziness, my vision returned to reality. It was still this castle, this room, this painting, the dark background, and the flowing blood. After freeing himself from all the oppression, his body was so limp that he could no longer stand up. He could only lie on the ground and gasp for air.
"Remember not to block my way from now on." Red Blood Yuhun knelt down and pinched Yue Xiaoli's neck fiercely. The air he just felt was cut off. Yue Xiaoli felt a little dizzy, feeling his tears wet his cheeks unconsciously. Is this the person who once held her and protected her?
"You're crazy, brother." Crimson Blood Yuzhu broke through the door, breathing a little raggedly, obviously coming in a hurry.
"It came in time." The corners of Crimson Blood Yuhun's mouth raised, revealing a playful smile. He let go of his hand, turned around, and walked away through the window, leaving only his back. From beginning to end, I never missed the person in front of me.
"Why are you doing this!" After a moment of silence, Chixue Yuzhu helplessly helped Yue Xiaoli, who was lying on the ground in shock, and sighed.