The eyes of the white night are sharp!

The weaver could only step back, although her face was hung with a frightened expression.

But the hand that gripped the necklace was very tight, and there was no meaning of letting go.

“Is there a secret in this chain?”White night asked.

The weavers shook their heads, shaking their hair, and the scattered hair covered their faces.

It was like a crazy woman, and it looked a little scary.

“If not, why don’t you show it to me?”White night asked.

The girl still shook her head without speaking.

"If you do, I'll consider delegating between us."White Night said.

As the owner of the trading cabinet, the man who is digesting the "scepter of power and wealth" can completely forcefully cancel the transaction.

Moreover, this is a white night without any compensation, completely "live **" transaction.

White Nights itself doesn’t come at any cost.

“No, you can’t take it off!”

Hearing that the white night wanted to cancel the transaction, the weaver girl was even more confused, and finally explained the reason.

“Why, what will happen if it is taken off?”White night asked.

"It's going to be terrible, so don't take it off."The weaver said.

White Night nodded: "You said so, I'm more interested."

The weaver girl stood still for a moment, and did not think that White Night would give her this answer.

The death of the movie is not the same.

But after a second, the weaver was decisive and turned around and ran.

He is a standard weak woman.

Without running out two steps, the weaver fell to the ground, and both issued a "tick", which seemed to fall heavy enough.

I can’t get up for half a day.

With the strength of Chen Xiong's white night, there is no sympathy, very bad laugh, to the weaver girl.

Suddenly there was a fog around.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the point where he could not see the five fingers.

There was nothing but the white mist in front of him, and everything was replaced by the white mist.

White night did not become surprised, took two steps forward, came to the place where the weaver had just fallen, crouched down.

Of course, there is no longer a girl's face here.

I was afraid that in the fog, she had disappeared.

“Back to the village?”

The night in the dark, in the direction of the village.

Only two steps out, there was a sharp and piercing, crying bird call from the left side.

It was the same as the bird call I heard when I first entered the night.

But then the sound was far away, and now it was close.

The white night looked to the left, and the fog rose like waves, but did not see any birds.

Instead of sight, on the right side of the body, a black shadow struck.

Head straight in the white night.

The right hand was raised at will, the five fingers were opened, and the black shadow was held in the white night.

Look at the “snapshots.”

This is a black and white bird, the belly is bounded by the chest, before black and white.

It's a magpie.

But unlike the average magpie, the head of the magpie is incomplete, just a bird bone, and its wings are also bones.

No feathers, no flesh.

Black blood, constantly penetrating from the empty eye.

The white hair of the abdomen is also dyed into a semi-black and non-red color.

It looks very strange.

The magpie caught in the white night, constantly struggling, the power is amazing.

It was as if the hand was not a strange magpie, but a golden eagle.

The magpie continued to make a sharp and harsh, and the ghostly voice of crying.

It seemed like a signal that a great deal of chirping sounded from all sides.

The original white mist began to become gloomy and dark.

A little bit of night hanging over.

The sound of birds is also getting louder, replacing all the sounds between heaven and earth.

There is a mist, and there are such strange magpies everywhere.

The road that can be moved forward in the white night, the place where it is hiding, is completely cut off.

The birds suddenly stopped and then erupted again.

Like an offensive signal, the "darkness" composed of magpies instantly engulfed the place where the white night was fought.

It looks like a feast has been held.

After five minutes, the black magpies slowly dispersed, and the thick fog around them gradually dispersed with them.

Not long after, everything was restored to its original condition.

The place where the night was just now was empty.

It seemed as if it had been torn and tugged by the eccentric magpies—but it was too clean.

Not even a trace remains.

A door of time and space is opened, and the white night is leisurely stepping back to this place.

“Is this the legendary bridge?”The average person can't stand it."

Laughing twice, he walked in the direction of the village.

There is no need to deliberately take care of the speed of the weaver, white night soon back into the village.

This village is still the same as when the white night first entered.

Quiet and peaceful, those who are playing children see the white night, and another smoke runs away.

But this time they ran and shouted, "No, the bandit is back!"

The white night is not only not ashamed, but nods its head in a deep sense.

Their "tough temperament" is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, which is very good and conducive to the subsequent good communication.

Ignoring the group of children who went to ventilate the news, went directly to the door of the cow and Lang's house in the white night.

The old cow that had been outside was no longer there.

The house was quiet, and there was no trace of the cow.

I don’t know where a cow is.

Cows, weavers, old cows, these three important people, all disappeared at the same time.

Of course, it doesn’t matter.

Because the cow Lang took the white night machete, trying to find him, is not a difficult thing.

By the time the villagers of the village chief came to the door of Niu Lang, the white night had left, and it was empty.

The children of the "wolf" were scolded, and the villagers dispersed again.

On the other side, the white night has come to the village closer to the outside, next to the fence wall.

This corner, the sense of the village's paradise, has a layer of cold meaning.

The cow stood there, with his back to the white night, and before his eyes was the old cow on the fence wall, motionless.

The old cow had a ghastly wound in many places, the kind of wound that had just been forcibly stabbed out of a piece of meat.

But the strange place did not shed half of the blood, but it was as if the living creatures were constantly shrinking.

The cow's hand was holding a machete given in the white night, but there was blood on the face and dripped on the ground.

There was no hidden footsteps, so that the cow and the bull could sense that someone was approaching and turned around.

Showing a half-stained face stained with blood, he could see that he had the other hand, holding a piece of freshly cut off, and blood-stained beef.

The face is full of signs of bite.

The weavers did say that the cow and the man "cut the meat to feed themselves" action.

But she clearly didn’t say complete.

After cutting off the beef, the cow is eaten directly raw, and the bosom drinks blood like a beast.

“It is you!”

Seeing the white night, Niu Lang was suddenly surprised and took two consecutive steps back.

Suddenly, he went from being a murderer to a bald man in the beginning.

The blood of the body and the machete of the hand, there is no way to cover up the "temperament" emanating from the inside out.

Caught in the old cow, the cow seems to remember the man who has a knife now.

Try to hold your chest up and make yourself look domineering: “What are you doing when you come back?”

"My sister is lost."

White Night smiled and said, "I wanted to ask you if you saw her, but I'm more interested in you now."

“Me, what happened to me?”The cow waved a knife in his hand.

“I want to know why you eat beef.”The night said, “You know what?Beef can be fried, halogen, steamed, brushable, roasted, but you eat raw.”

“Because I’m hungry, can you take care of me?”

The cow said, “I love how to eat!”

"You should not be hungry, but the reason why others are hungry."

The white night pointed to the bulls and bulging general belly, as if they had increased when they first met.

“It’s all about your shit!Get off!”

The cowman glared at his eyes and waved the machete of his hand, "I will not give you, if I don't roll, don't blame my hand for the knife."

At the end of the day, there are some small things.

He is a man with a knife.

“Have you forgotten?Your knife or I gave it to you."

White Night said.

"Well, now it's mine."The cow said.

"No, it's just temporarily in your hand."The white night casually hanging on the side of the left finger, slightly moved.

The machete of the cowman's hand immediately took off his hand and opened a deep mouth in his stomach.