Outside the elegant inn, a dark shadow stood quietly. However, he could not be seen. No one knew who he was. His robe moved automatically without the wind, and his black hair was fluttering, caressing his cheeks. The cheek revealed that thousand-year-old face of ice.
The leaves have withered and withered, and the fallen flowers are still chasing after a few nights.
My thoughts are only half broken
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Holding the empty butterfly cup in hand, the shadow in the turbid wine has faded
Half of the red wax I lit for her has gone out
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You should always believe that dreams are as beautiful as flying together
Dream is beautiful
He looked at that room, as if he had seen the people in the room through the walls. What was brought in the air was her low singing, smooth and melodious, with sadness.
She got it, she really got it.
Moi slowly closed his eyes and listened to her singing softly over and over again. Her sweet singing voice was filled with sadness, which vividly and vividly interpreted the scars in her heart, sadness.
Moi suddenly opened her eyes. How could she be so sad? She already understood it completely after just one song. How could she understand it? Could it be that she has experienced something before? how so? What kind of past does she have? Such a deep wound, although she suppressed it tightly at this moment, how could it escape his sense of smell? He smelled her incredible sadness that made him feel incredible.
"Where did she come from?" Moi turned to look at the sky. There seemed to be a wonderful face in the sky. It was so beautiful that it didn't look like it was in the human world. "Yier, she is really similar to you."
Sighing slowly, Moi turned to look at the room. There was no singing in the room anymore, only the faint fragrance of tea drifted out from time to time. She also loved tea!
Looking at those melancholy eyes, he looked at her quietly, as if he had seen that wonderful face through that layer of gauze. She was really beautiful, really.
He slowly raised his head to look at the stars in the sky. The stars were dotted just like her eyes. They were astonishingly beautiful. He nodded quietly and smiled bitterly. Maybe this was the best ending.
Suddenly, Moi turned to where Qianqian was standing. How could that kind of breath, that kind of breath? how could be
The Dragon Clan, that was actually the breath of the Dragon Clan. Even though it was covered by the breath of the grassland, the breath of the Dragon Clan was still emanating from her. The breath of the Dragon Clan that he would never forget was deeply imprinted on him. The breath of the inner world, I didn't expect, really didn't expect, to appear on her body.
Who is she? Why is she in the human world? Why come back
Maybe it’s time to get the answer, but is that answer what you want? Mo Yi hesitated, and there was a rare hesitation seen in thousands of years on that thousand-year-old ice face. It was just because her appearance disturbed the quietness and disturbed his heart that had finally calmed down.
Should everything continue? Mo Yi closed his eyes in pain, God, once is enough, why bother to do it a second time? He is really, really tired.
A gust of wind passed away quietly, and Moi's figure disappeared from the place.
A gust of wind gently blew over Qian Qian's cheek, blowing her veil. She slowly came to the window, opened the window and looked at the night sky. The night sky was still dotted with stars. It seemed that she had not seen such a beautiful night for a long time. The pain in Qianqian's eyes dissipated a little, "Brother Qinling, are you also looking at the night? This night is so quiet and beautiful."
Looking at the night sky, Qian Qian couldn't help but feel a little dazed. She looked at it dreamily. She didn't know how long it had passed, but she had been standing there quietly like a statue, motionless, as if she had entered a painting. .
In the distance, on the roof of a building, a white figure is lying on the tiles, holding a wine bottle in his hand, drinking alone, looking at the night sky. As soon as he is free, he will come to a higher place. As long as the night sky is clear, he will I would look at the stars in the sky, and then have a drink alone.
Suddenly, as if he felt something, he turned his head and looked around, but there was nothing around him. His beautiful sword eyebrows tightened slightly, twisting into a Sichuan character in the middle.
He stood up gently, as if he was looking for prey, searching carefully, and finally his eyes were fixed on the white shadow. There were candles in the room, illuminating her figure brightly in the night sky. The starlight shone on her body, making her look like a fairy who was not like the fireworks in the world.
Such a woman, such a woman does not belong here at all.
He was stunned, staring closely at the white shadow, fearing that she would suddenly disappear in the next moment. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. Where did she come from? Where are you going
Immediately, like a feather, he gently slid down, and came to his vicinity so lightly. Standing closer, he could see the sadness in her eyes. Although she was covered with a veil, the exposed Half of her face told him that she was so beautiful.
But that sadness, what kind of sadness is it? She stared blankly at the night sky. Did she like to stare at the night sky like him? The corners of his slightly pale lips slowly raised in an arc. Since he likes to look at the night sky, it might as well...
Crunch!
The window was closed, which also blocked the bright white shadow. The beautiful face turned into a cold window. He paused and looked at the window in a daze. For a moment, Without any reaction, he immediately smiled to himself and looked up at the starry sky. In fact, the starry sky was really beautiful.
Immediately, he flew across like a feather and floated into the distance. But in that place in the distance, a low sound of "Wen Yuxiu" seemed to be heard. Like his name, he was as light as a piece of feather. Feathers are floating around in this space, seemingly unable to find their home...
Qian Qian turned around and looked at the figure who appeared in the room, the figure in black robe, but Qian Qian knew that this person was not Mr. Mo, because the familiar feeling had already betrayed him.
"You're here." Qianqian glanced at him lightly. She knew that he would definitely come. How could he not come to such a lively place
"Did you feel pain once today?" Murong Feng stared at her, as if he was afraid that she would lie to him. Qian Qian was stunned and didn't understand for a moment. She was indeed in pain today. How could he know? Eyes are the windows to the soul. Through Qianqian's eyes, Murong Feng already knew that she was in pain today, and the pain was severe, "Because, I am in pain too."
"What?!" Qianqian looked at him in disbelief. What did her pain have to do with him
"I don't know, it's never happened before." Murong Feng still stared at Qian Qian closely, as if he wanted to see through Qian Qian to see what was going on, and also wanted to know if all this was Qian Qian's. It was his own fault, but he looked left and right and couldn't see anything, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.