Half of the moon is half behind the clouds.
The surrounding was so permeable that the coolness also hit people's hearts. The sky was a bit dim, with layers of black clouds, except for the covered full moon, even if there were so few scattered stars or two.
It may be too quiet, from time to time there is a sound of wind blowing, and even the rustling of leaves being shaken can be clearly heard.
Xiao Chen stood at the window and squinted, as if remembering something.
Tan Jun's eyes rolled, not knowing when he stood behind Xiao Chen, and then took advantage of his inattention to hug the opponent's waist directly, and his head leaned against his left shoulder like a rogue.
Xiao Chen was startled, and pushed the other party, but did not push away, waiting for him to see who he was, softened his body, and helplessly maintained a somewhat awkward posture.
"What are you thinking?" Tan Jun followed Xiao Chen's gaze and looked out the window.
Xiao Chen smiled, chuckled, and then reached out to close the window.
Xiao Chen turned around in Tan Jun's arms, looked at him, and looked at his eyes.
Tan has a pair of gray eyes, the candlelight shimmering in the room reflected in his eyes, flashing a bit, as if his eyes were full of stars.
Xiao Chen paused, as if missing something, softly, "Do you remember the first time we met?"
Tan Jun raised his eyes and stared at him.
Xiao Chen is not an indigenous person in the village of Kuadu. He came here with his remarried aunt when he was three years old.
Tan Jun was nine years old at the time, and he was very fast. Although he was young, he had a temperament that was not close to others. He had a cold face, and he was well-worn. Like a wolf.
Xiao Chen came from the city, white and pure, even tenderer than the little girl in the village, and she was very clever in every move, even with her big eyes open, she liked them.
But the little **** in the village didn't know if it was xenophobic, even if Xiao Chen didn't want to provoke them, they also like to tease him, and then try to force him to cry.
Xiao Chen was still not very able to speak, and was too sensible. Every time he was bullied, he kept silent and suffered silently.
"Why don't you resist?" Liu Hai half-covered the boy's eyes, making him unclear.
Xiao Chen rubbed his palm and blinked, sitting on the ground, looking up helplessly at the boy who suddenly talked to him.
"Does it hurt?" The boy looked somber, and his voice was hoarse.
Xiao Chen shook his head indiscriminately, not knowing if he was aggrieved, he pouted, and nodded again.
The boy laughed suddenly, Xiao Chen was a little surprised, raised his head and pursed his mouth, as if dissatisfied.
The boy glanced at the two or three little butts who had just rushed out and pushed people and ran away at the corner of the wall observing the situation. The expression returned to indifference.
He glanced at Xiao Chen and walked toward the group of people with a cold face.
Xiao Chen flashed the picture at the first sight in his brain, and suddenly burst out laughing, extended his index finger to Tan Jun's nose, and gently scraped it.
"Thank you for protecting me all the time." Xiao Chen said it word by word, not very loud, but with a real feeling, her mouth slightly raised, and her eyes slightly moist.
Tan Jun didn't speak, but simply reached out to smooth Xiao Chen's hair and smiled.
Xiao Chen curled his lips, smiled a little, and sighed. He looked at him and looked at each other's eyes very seriously. He thought, "I will protect you in the future?"
There was a moment of silence.
Someone answered, "Okay."
You do n't know, from the moment you appeared in my life, my eyes can no longer be removed from your body, and since then, my world is only you.
Hu Bing handed the silver knife into everyone's hands. In the process, he and Huang Ke looked at him several times. Hu Bingya clenched his teeth, trying to pretend not to see the eyes he explored, maintaining his ignorance Looks like.
Ma successfully nodded after receiving the knife. He had Wu Qing under his eyes, and he could see that he did not rest well.
Ma Hang stayed in the room because of the injury and did not let him out.
After Hu Bing divided the knife, he was going to knock on Xiao Chen's door-after Zhang Xiaojun died, Jin Hong and Xiao Chen's room were separated.
Huang Ke, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to understand Hu Bing's intentions. He suddenly stood up and stopped Hu Bing's way. In an instant, Hu Bing's face was very ugly.
Huang Keyan concisely said, "Give me the knife, I will come."
Hu Bing pursed his lips, as if he had made a long psychological struggle, and finally put the silver knife he was going to give Xiao Chen into his hand.
Huang Ke's attitude towards Xiao Chen is also very strange.
Hu Bing was keenly aware of this.
The silver knives prepared by Hu Bing were turned in the storage room on the second floor. It was only after he realized that the villagers might be werewolves that he realized that there was no silverware in the whole house.
Thinking of this, Hu Bing held a hand with a knife.
These props appeared too timely, but instead made him feel unreal, as if someone in the midst was calculating something.
Hu Bing stared at Huang Ke's back, wondering why he suddenly felt a little flustered.
But now Hu Bing has no time to think so much!
Because it's getting late at night!
If his conjecture holds true, these villagers will be transformed into werewolves tonight! And everyone in this room is sweet and sour for the werewolf!
Thinking of this, Hu Bing took out the lighter he had prepared from his pocket and pursed his lips.
Werewolves are afraid of silver products and fire.
"Here burned here." Hu Bing's mind could not help but the low, cold voice.
And the mysterious man.
Hu Bing's eyes were dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. Hu Bing faintly felt that he was not far away from the so-called truth.
This step may be death, but if it succeeds, it is desperate.
Huang Ke paused outside the door of Xiao Chen's room. I don't know if it was oppressed. The cold sweat on his forehead kept flowing. Even the closer he was to the door, the more oppressive he was , And his expression became more and more fierce, it seemed that he would kneel because of the weakness of his legs in the next second.
Finally, Huang Kedong knelt down directly, and the knife that he wanted to hand over to Xiao Chen fell off his palm.
'Do n't think about things that do n't belong to you. 'Whose voice pierced his eardrums and poured into his heart!
This voice is angry, even killing, and there is a strong possessive between the lines.
Huang Ke's heart shook, something was pulled out of his head, and his expression changed from twisted to dull, even apathetic.
The whole person is like a puppet with a broken line. After losing his life, he can only be manipulated like a machine. Huang Ke stood up expressionless, turned back expressionless, and finally left.
Ah.
Someone sneered.
Remembering such things, even if you have them, is not your own experience.
he! its mine!
"Wow!" A sudden, howling noise cut through the sky, dragging the voice to the elders, and frightened the originally sleepy crowd into a jerky, and stood up.
The call was very sharp, even sad, and the source of the call was a long distance away from here.
Waiting for this cry, which was too disproportionate to the silent night, finally stopped, and before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, the tiger's body shook in the next second.
"expensive---"
"Wow--"
"Oh ---"
At the moment when the first howling stopped, it seemed to be in response to it, and howling of different sizes suddenly sounded, coming from all directions, this barking echoed with waves in the silent night, like It is boiling in a carnival.
The month is completely round! The entire outline is exposed from behind the clouds! The dead leaves on top of the big tree seemed to be sprinkled with a layer of silver powder, cutting out light and shadow.
"Boom ---"
"Da da--"
Strange sounds came from outside the house, burst after burst.
Ma Chengcheng's hands are all sweat.
He thought he would live a lifetime again, and he knew all the truth about this village, and he knew that Tan Jun was the one who cursed the village and killed himself. But it 's ridiculous that he does n't know anything about him, but what he has experienced now deviates greatly from his memory.
Could it be that after his death, the remaining few people also encountered these things? Know that villagers are actually werewolves?
After all, he didn't know anything.
That's ridiculous!
"Boom boom!" Someone was knocking on the door.
Everyone's heart tightened and they got their weapons.
"Squeak--" It seemed that some sharp objects were scratching the glass and the wall, making an extremely unpleasant harsh sound, and it made people feel numb.
"What should I do?" Jin Hong asked in a panic, showing that she tried to control herself not to be afraid, but at this moment of life, she couldn't control her collapse.
No one has yet answered.
"Boom!" The door was directly knocked open again, but unlike the last time, the door panel was directly hit and flew to the ground.
The hairy monster stood with a pair of green gloomy eyes and stood at the door. It was huge, with the height of a semi-adult male, with very rough arms and muscular arms! Its body is like a human, and like a wild animal, it has a wolf head!
Werewolf!
Everyone choked!
The werewolf moved his neck, his bones made a clicking sound, and the corners of his mouth were cracked, and his faint eyes fixed on everyone present.
Hee hee, it's food.
Tan Jun held Xiao Chen in his arms, his eyes were affectionate, his eyes contained many emotions that were unreadable, and finally, he gently painted a cross symbol on Xiao Chen's head with his index finger .
Xiao Chen, who was originally sleepy, blinked confusedly, tilted his head, and looked at him with some doubt.
Tan Jun smiled and leaned to his ear, "Remember, don't be afraid! No matter what happens next! You just need to remember! I! Will definitely come back to you!"
And my only requirement for you is that you can protect yourself.
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Amway talks about Ji Youwen: "Let the Gun Master Feel" by Shen Weihuang
I, Shen Yangyan, have a gun, and my gun is naturally tempered, not easy to mess with!
My gunman is grumpy and talks a lot.
Copy one:
On the first day of the earthquake, I was dragged in front of my gun by a husky and a cooperative case of aquatic plants.
On the third day of the earthquake, I was framed in a serial killing in the copy. No one believed me. I shot everyone to believe me, not my hand, but my gun.
On the Nth day of the earthquake, all obsidians in Jinshi were shot by my gun, because I felt that other people 's golden fingers were better than mine. My gun was not convinced, and cut off the chance of others getting golden fingers.
These are really not my hands! I talked the most :)
Copy two:
Interview: What is the last thing you regret in your life?
Everyone shivered. Answer: Know Shen Yangyan.
There is only one gun, frankly: hate Shen Yangyan.
Shen Yangyan: Xie invited, found a gun.
Shen Yangyan is an unreasonable lunatic to everyone, and is a great devil with a force value that is proportional to the destructive power, but only the broken candle gun knows that this is all its hatred, so that Shen Yangyan has been blamed on unjustifiable charges.
All living beings only knew that Shen Yangyan was the fierce demon king, but he did not know that he was feeding the devil in private, leaving the world for purgatory.
Shen Yangyan: I was forced, thank you.
Candlebreaker: No, you are not, you are voluntary.
Pseudo-straight attacks that are always persuading, but always being / controlled to draw people × is the real fierce guns that do not listen to persuasion and will dry.