There was heavy rain outside, and dense rain curtains were poured on the roof of the subway. Xia Mi jumped around Chu Zihang without a rest. Chu Zihang was holding his cell phone. At this time, the message clues from the computer terminal had locked the area where he was located.

However, Chu Zihang did not find any clues of valuable information here. If the only thing to say is that there are very few people on this subway, and occasionally one or two people pass by the subway entrance.

But this is completely understandable. It is already midnight, and many lines have been shut down, so it is also necessary to have few people.

The only abnormal thing here is that it is too normal.

He cast his eyes on Xia Mi, who was behind his back, like the kind of plaid jumping game that he played in elementary school. His calves wrapped in white lace bent and then jumped, landed in another plaid, jumping from another plaid to another, repeating this way.

"Xia Mi, didn't he come out of the teenage girl?" Chu Zihang asked after being silent for a long time.

After Xia Mi jumped to the ground, she bulged her mouth, "I don't know, maybe he is here to look for the Dragon King."

"Where did he go?"

"in."

Xia Mi pointed deep into the subway, and Chu Zihang walked down the stairs and walked more than a dozen steps inside. The platform made of marble tiles was spotless, smoothly contrasting with the fluorescent lights above his head. Looking far away, the subway platform could not see the edge. The more you looked in, the more you could reveal an extremely strange feeling.

"How long has he been there?"

"About...half an hour?" Xia Mi pointed her finger at her red lips and recalled. Chu Zihang reached out to the tennis bag and pinched the handle of the Yushen Sword, Cun Yu's knife.

He jumped off the platform and listened to the sounds in the track, but the moment he landed, his eyes blurred for a moment, and a strange feeling flashed through his heart.

The platform is still the same platform, and the track is still the same, but the rails are slightly vibrating at this time.

Chu Zihang lowered his head in shock. The rails seemed to be affected by some gravity and were gradually bent and deformed, and soon became a "U" shape. This powerful force reminded Chu Zihang of the Chengnan Railway Station incident.

He turned around and Xia Mi was sitting on the platform, swinging her calves.

"What's going on?" Chu Zihang pointed to the deformed railway tracks on the ground. Xia Mi looked at the railway tracks, as if he had a slow reaction. He suddenly showed a surprised expression, clenched his fists and placed them on his chest, "How did these railway tracks bend!"

Chu Zihang's face was unhappy. In fact, he knew something, but he was always testing it.

He jumped onto the platform and walked towards Xia Mi. Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang, and the expression on his face was still full of smiles. Chu Zihang was approaching step by step with the village rain, the air gradually became anxious and the temperature was rising.

"Xia Mi, where is Yuan's teenage girl now?"

"Inside, what's wrong with you, senior brother?" Xia Mi didn't understand why Chu Zihang asked a question twice, but Chu Zihang didn't believe it. His clean face was full of rigid seriousness, "Have you done anything to him?"

"ah?"

Xia Mi was extremely surprised, widened her eyes and opened her mouth and shouted, "Senior Brother, how can you slander my innocence for no reason? I, Xia Mi, are not that kind of person. Although I am in the same group as Yuan Zhinu, I am in Cao's camp and my heart is in Han!"

Chu Zihang pursed his lips, but in fact he didn't mean that.

"Senior Brother, what's wrong with you?" Xia Mi stood up, tiptoed, stretched out her little hand and touched Chu Zihang's forehead. Chu Zihang's forehead was still a little sweaty and sticky. Xia Mi bulged her mouth, her eyes turned, and murmured, "I don't have a fever, either."

When Xia Mi was about to stop, Chu Zihang suddenly grabbed Xia Mi's wrist. Xia Mi's delicate body trembled in shock, and looked at Chu Zihang with incredible eyes. A few red shyness surged on her face, and she said shyly: "Senior Brother, what are you doing..."

Chu Zihang stared at Xia Mi without saying a word, his eyes as hard as iron.

"It's a lonely man and a widow here. Senior brother, you won't do this well. At least... at least change the place..."

Not only did Chu Zihang not stop, but also put Xia Mi's arm next to his nose, and a faint fragrance of girl was passed on to his nose. Chu Zihang was so familiar with this fragrance.

How familiar is that Chu Zihang's dreams were like this.

Gentle as a gentle homeland where spring flowers bloom.

The red glow on Xia Mi's face spread to her neck, her delicate red lips opened lightly, her eyes hiding the reserve and youthfulness that only a girl could have, and even the air seemed to be filled with the breath of first love.

"Xia Mi." Chu Zihang spoke again, his eyes in the contact lenses were emitting a faint golden color, and his expression seemed a little tight and a little unnatural, "You..."

Xia Mi's eyes stared at Chu Zihang's eyes. When Chu Zihang hesitated to pronounce Xia Mi's name, he could feel the girl's arms trembling, as if he was absent in class and was found by the teacher to call him and answer the question, with his eyes confused and helpless.

The simplest mantra in the world is a person's name.

He saw that there was a special emotion in Xia Mi's eyes, a little nervousness and helplessness and a little final expectation.

She didn't want Chu Zihang to understand too much, at least they should have time to enjoy the last gentleness.

At least... I have to finish today's dinner.

She actually bought dumplings, dough and pork and vegetables for meat filling.

Chu Zihang's words came to his mouth and seemed to swallow them again. He slowly put down the girl's arm.

"Senior Brother..." Xia Mi's voice was soft.

Chu Zihang was a little dizzy, and that contradictory psychology dominated his actions, and his ideology changed at this time.

He has never been a hesitant person. He has always thought about doing whatever he wants, like a knight who avenged his grudges in Jin Yong's martial arts.

But now hesitated for a girl to question his judgment.

He has never been indecisive before. Whether it is life, study, or task, his sharpness and sharpness of his sword is a true portrayal of his heart.

Chu Zihang was in pain now, as if there were two voices in his heart that were controlling his judgment, focusing on goodness and evil.

He held his head up forty-five times, and a line of tears burst out from his eyes when he could not even notice it, like a handsome man in the comics who burst into tears in the cold wind and rain, with a sad and beautiful feeling of a hero in the evening.

"Senior Brother..."

Xia Mi reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Chu Zihang's eyes. The dreamy fragrance once again spread to his nose. It was like fate mocking his incompetence. The answer was clearly in his heart and reality was in front of him, but he tried to make the final fantasy and struggle.

"Xiami, you are not a human being."

Chu Zihang's voice was very light, and he used all his strength to squeeze out a few words from his teeth.

Xia Mi stared at her eyes, pretending to be calm, and shouted: "You are not a human being!"

"Stop messing around, I mean... you are not a mixed race."

Chu Zihang's face was slightly pale. When he said this, his lips were shaking miserably, and his voice was trembling.

"I don't understand what it means." Xia Mixiu frowned slightly, and she was so nervous that she couldn't breathe. The process was too fast.

"You are the Dragon King, are you?"

Chu Zihang stared at Xia Mi's eyes. Xia Mi opened her cherry red mouth and her eyes dodged. She was at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to answer Chu Zihang's question.

The atmosphere was silent for a few seconds, and Xia Mi raised her head.

Chu Zihang stared at the girl, and the person in front of him became a little unfamiliar. He obviously had the same appearance, but he felt that he was missing something, a confused sense of strangeness.

"How did you know."

After all, Xia Mi admitted that her previous reserve and shyness were no longer replaced by noble and strange coldness, and even her tone changed.

"Why are you lying to me?"

Chu Zihang was shaking while holding Cun Yu's hand, not sure whether it was caused by nervousness, fear or anger.

"I didn't lie to you, I've always been the Dragon King."

"That's it, I understand." Chu Zihang took a few steps back, put the God-Slaying Sword, Cun Yu in front of him, and made a gesture of preparing to draw the sword. Xia Mi stood empty-handedly not far from Chu Zihang. She squinted her eyes, "Are you going to attack me?"

"I have to do this!"

"Do you hate me?"

Chu Zihang was stunned and relaxed in his sword holding posture.

Hate?

I obviously don't hate at all, and I'm even a little reluctant to let it go.

Chu Zihang shook his head, as if he had got the answer he wanted, and Xia Mi finally smiled softly.

"I can give you a chance to let you go, and Natsuya wants to have the last supper with you."

The girl gave alms to Chu Zihang like a noble queen. At this time, she was no longer Xia Mi, but Yemeng Gard.

“No need.”

Chu Zihang rejected the familiar person in front of him with expressionless expression. This was no longer his recognition of the girl.

The girl he knew only exists in his dreams, in his heart, and in his soul.

As Xia Mi said before, the soul of another person lives in everyone's heart.

"Then she will be sad. Do you want her to be sad?"

Chu Zihang gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and squeezed out some words from his teeth, "You can take action, stop asking these unrealistic questions!"

"You will die," said Jemengat.
Chapter completed!