The dream this time was clearer than before, and Lynch even had a real sense of being there.
In front of him is a gorgeous palace with black and red tiles and carved eaves, as if it is not in a dream. He reached out and touched the tall carved pillar, and sure enough, his slender five fingers penetrated the hard pillar.
Lynch withdrew his hand lightly and looked around. It is undeniable that he has an inexplicable sense of familiarity with everything here, but he also knows clearly that this is just a dream.
Presumably, he would not be able to wake up from this dream for a while, so he simply stepped in and started wandering here.
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"What?" A faint questioning voice caught his attention. For the inexplicable sense of familiarity, he followed the voice into the inner hall.
There were two people standing and kneeling in the hall, and there was a fluffy snoring beside him.
Among them, the tall and tall man, with a thin and slender body wrapped in a simple navy blue robe, has an elegant and peaceful temperament, like a green lotus. In particular, his eyes are extremely beautiful, the upper eyelids are curved and curved, the inner corners of the eyes are sharp and sunken, the outer corners of the eyes are thin and slightly curved, and the outline of the end of the eyes is long and deep; the eyes that occasionally glance over contain a calm, restrained and wise demeanor, In the end, they all settled into pure ink.
Obviously it is the darkest and richest color, but in his case, it is as clear and light as a cold pool, which makes people intoxicated and admiringly fascinated.
There is even a light blue mark the size of a teardrop at the corner of his left eye, resembling a petal shape, not only does not look feminine, but brings a bit of tenderness to those deep and cold eyes like a cold pool .
The voice that I thought was familiar before was naturally made by the person standing in the temple, and he had exactly the same face as him! Except for the petal imprint at the corner of the left eye.
Lynch was only stunned for a moment, and then returned to his previous indifferent appearance. Intuition told him that this was reasonable. He touched the corner of his left eye, and there seemed to be some burning sensation there. Feeling the strong fluctuations in my heart, everything seems to have an extraordinary connection.
"Shenjun, this subordinate is worried that that person's motives for approaching you are not pure." The coldness in the words seemed to be natural, but it was not difficult to hear the concern in it. The kneeling man bowed his head respectfully and leaned forward slightly, which was an extremely loyal and obedient gesture.
The man stared at the void, in the direction where Lynch was. Lin Qi had a calm expression on his face, but the alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he felt that the other party seemed to have seen him. But the man rolled his eyes in the next moment, and said lightly, without a trace of fluctuation between his brows. "Qin Chi, I have my own judgment on this matter, so there is no need to say it again."
"...Yes." The man's face was as cold as ice, his back was straight, and he had a stern demeanor. It was the robot at home!
There was a playful smile on the corner of Lynch's lips—that's why.
At this moment, the picture in front of his eyes suddenly changed—
The light drizzle was still pattering, and in the quiet courtyard, two figures, one green and one white, stood quietly under the eaves of the corridor, one in front and one behind.
Wearing a simple blue shirt embroidered with exquisite dark patterns, it is a god who is exactly like Lynch. And the other one was dressed in a beautiful white dress, her hair was wrapped in a gold-woven ribbon wrapped in silver silk, and her handsome face with sharp edges and corners was not much better than Lynch. There is a gentle look between the brows, with a handsome, timeless, noble and Qinghua demeanor.
Lynch's mind turned carefully, and he had some vague impressions. When his eyes touched the big white peony on the other party's white robe, he remembered, isn't this the man who spoke harshly in the dream last time
The young man in white walked slowly to his side, turned his head and smiled gently at the god, and said, "Ah Qi, it's cold here, go inside." The voice was indescribably gentle.
Ah Qi? Lynch savored these two words carefully, and the smile on his lips widened.
In front of the two of them, there was still a drizzle mixed with the breeze, but at this time, it really seemed that it was a bit cold as he said. The sound of falling needles can be heard all around.
The man just stood there quietly, looking at the man in white silently.
The wind blew, and the sleeves of the two were lifted; there was the sound of interlacing and rubbing blue and white cloth, and the robes fluttered, showing a wanton and unruly beauty.
When the dark tide was raging between the two, the man in white suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the man's hand hanging by his side, "Don't think about him anymore. From now on, you are mine." The words were unquestionable, Hei Liang Their eyes stared at each other affectionately.
The man didn't speak, and there was no fluctuation in his brows, he just looked down at the hands held by the two. The long and fine eyelashes covered most of the eyelids, and it looked unspeakably affectionate and melancholy, elegant and quiet, and even showed infinite tenderness!
With this appearance, I am afraid that anyone in the world will inevitably indulge in it, unwilling to struggle, and will not have the slightest desire to resist!
The man faintly prepared to withdraw his hand, but as if he had just exerted force, the other party suddenly clenched his hand tightly and pulled him into his arms.
"Ah Qi, I think I'm really in love with you."
"I'm fascinated by you."
The man in white sighed and said, kissing the man's ear like a dragonfly, "If gentleness and consideration and humility can't keep you, then I don't mind using rough methods to imprison you! Even if you have to break your limbs Only then can you save your body!"
"Trust me, I will do what I say."
His words were gentle and lingering, but the cruelty in his eyes was already clear, so there was no need to say more.
The man didn't move or speak, just let the other party hug him quietly, but his eyes fell on Lynch's locked position. Lynch didn't move either, and stood there quietly watching this scene. To be honest, he couldn't see through the eyes of the man with the same name and appearance.
In the painting scene of gentle swifts flying low in the breeze, two handsome young men stand hugging each other. Looking from a distance, they look beautiful like an ink painting scroll of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
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When I opened my eyes, the previous dream scene became more and more clear. When I washed it, I saw a light blue mark in the corner of my eye.
Lynch touched the faint mark on the corner of his left eye in the mirror, it was exactly the same as in the dream, but the color was still very light.
Lynch couldn't help guessing that it was his previous life? Perhaps when the imprint is fully revealed, everything will be known. However, that man—even though he knew that the other party was most likely to be himself, he still felt heavy in his heart. Because, he admitted that he couldn't see through him.
The slightly longer fine forehead hair covered the corner of the left eye, Lynch curled his lips in the mirror, so what if it was him? He didn't think that the current self would definitely lose.
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Lynch drank the milk and squinted at the people standing beside him. I'm in a bad mood, and naturally I don't have the heart to play games with the other party. After eating, he wiped his mouth gracefully, and said lightly: "You can go."
The man responded, and skillfully got up and began to clean up the dishes.
Lynch raised his hand to stop him, raised his jaw slightly, and said indifferently: "I told you to leave here, you understand what I mean."
"Master?" The stern man froze, a little at a loss. The man with a cold and reserved face now had a clear panic in his eyes.
"You have been with me for so long, you should know my character, and what you say will never change." Lynch stood up, and his gaze on him seemed meaningful.
The eyes that seemed to know everything made the man wonder what he thought of, and his eyes became extremely flustered.
"Tomorrow morning, I don't want to see you again." Lynch turned and left indifferently after finishing speaking. The man who was left behind maintained his movement of cleaning up the dishes, his upper body leaned forward and he froze in place like that.
This scene gradually overlapped with the scene many years ago. His eyes widened in disbelief, and the blood on his face faded.
The night wind blew through the open windows, blowing the curtains. Even though it was still summer, the man suddenly felt cold, never before. A dark flame began to ignite in his eyes, flickering on and off...
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"Who are you? How dare you hold me hostage?" The man yelled at the black shadow in front of him. He was originally one of the few spiritual power holders in Qiyun Continent, and he was having fun with his new pet at home. Who would have thought that he would suddenly come to such a dark place.
He is not afraid, on the Qiyun Continent, there are only three people who can hurt him, and those who want to kill him easily have not yet been born!
"Are you worthy of calling yourself the Lord?"
These words were extremely cold and gloomy, making people shiver uncontrollably. But he is not an ordinary person anyway, so he is preparing to reveal his identity. only…
The person who was standing silently in front of him suddenly stretched out a hand with sharp joints, twisted his throat, and fell down the wall on one side with force. With a short wail, he fell to the ground. "Fuck you looking for death!" The severe pain made him angry, cursing and trying to get up and attack the man.
The man sneered, turned his hand into a grasp, and grabbed the opponent back into his hand from the air, "Idiot! It's just an ant in a small world, how can I use this name?" The cold words were like poisonous snakes spewing letters, climbing on the his ears. He was stunned by the other party's words, and then he became afraid when he found that he couldn't move all over his body! ... He may have met someone who can't be messed with!
Naturally, the man hadn't let go of his anger. He had no expression on his face, but he grabbed the other person's hair roughly and fiercely, and smashed it on the ground, causing blood to flow all over his face. .
He grabbed the opponent's bloody head with one hand, and raised a dagger he got from nowhere in his right hand. The dagger even shone with an abnormal silver light. Facing between the opponent's legs, the lifeless person couldn't help but widen his eyes in fear.
The man just twitched the corner of his mouth coldly, turned his hands in a half arc, and then slammed down hard!
"Puchi." It was the muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing his abdomen. The other party was already a bloody man at this time, but the man still refused to let it go.
In fact, when he was in a good mood, he wouldn't torture people like this, he just took the things away. But today, he was in a bad mood, very bad. So, this is just venting anger!
His powerlessness, his resentment, and his jealousy naturally need a place to vent. So, how can it calm down just like that
The arc of the corner of the mouth is bigger, but the gloom in it is even more palpitating. He turned the dagger in his hand, as if he was stirring the intestines together. The hole in the abdomen is like a spring that has just been mined. Bright blood gushes out slowly and rapidly under the blade, and even a few blood bubbles bubble out.
All these changes happened in the blink of an eye, and before the fear in the man's eyes dissipated, he didn't even make a slight moan, hanging on the man's hand like a dead body. Of course, he is not dead yet, but he will soon be.
Because the man took away the other party's soul like lightning, the man's eyes burst into silence for an instant, his neck was tilted, and he was completely silent, and he could no longer make a sound.
The man let go of his hand in disgust with a cold face, and the blood-covered body slid down limply and piled up on the ground like a pile of rags.
The corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and the black pupils that were always filled with deep ice were now filled with a thick fog of madness—now is not the time, and he is still too weak. Wait, wait... His fists clenched, loosened and clenched... over and over again...