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Life is just a show, isn't it?

Sent back a confused, inexplicably brought over and invited away executor, the woman was half-snuggled on the couch, kneeling in front of a puppet-like soul, a pair of empty eyes, and the faintly faded soul body, it seems that the next moment will be gone, this face looks exactly the same as the King of Fengguo Xian, no, compared to today's King Xian, this soul seems to be a little older, and much thinner.

There was a strange glass lamp burning at the feet of the living soul, and from the outside, it seemed that there were faintly tumbling faces with the same complex spell marks as the puppet soul body in the lamp oil, and the moment each face was turned over, it could be clearly seen that the back of the face was clinging to another face, each face was from the same person, and the executor fourteen seemed to be carved out of the same mold, they had no expression, just closed their eyes tightly as if they were sleeping!

This strange glass lamp, burning with a black flame, not only does it not illuminate the surroundings, but will encroach on any light source that can be captured inch by inch, but the clear lamp oil in the lamp is always full, never melted, imprisoned in the complicated dark rune glass lamp, like an eternal prison, imprisoned by a faintly floating human face!

The woman stared at a bell on her wrist that would not make a sound, this bell looked not only old, but even the color had faded to the point of not being human, more like an antique covered with patina, but she did not dislike it at all, but wore it closely, the focus of her eyes was concentrated on an inconspicuous little corner of the bell, that corner was mixed with the whole old bell, although it was a small piece, but carefully it could still be distinguished, this small piece was brand new, and there was a touch of silver light flowing on it, as bright as the moon, and the aura of circulation was clear, and the woman's body seemed to come from the dark breath diametrically。

"No matter what you become, as long as the soul fragment is tainted with your breath, she can always find it for me... Because, she's a duckweed born only for you..."

How could it be that I didn't recognize you?

"It's ironic... The only person in this world who can recognize that things are human and wrong can only be a humble god. ”

The palm of the hand is unfolded and presented, and a colorful bubble is conjured in the palm, which flows quickly like a horse and a flower, and the memory in it no matter how it is flipped, can not escape a man who is as clear as a fairy, joy, anger and sorrow only revolve around this person, it seems that for the owner of this memory, alive, he is all, there is no one.

Looking at the colorful bubbles of memory, the woman's eyes were extremely cold.

Look!

This is the meaning of duckweed's survival.

The woman smiled, and it seemed that even the corners of her lips were full of cold mockery.

......

The news of King Xian's death has not been dispersed, so few people know about her resurrection, the empress's gag order is not a joke, but after this incident, the empress's impression of Mu Haitang has skyrocketed, she has always felt that the reason why her beloved daughter can come back from the dead is inseparable from Mu Haitang, whether it is emotional or not, it is pure coincidence, Begonia came to the palace to make a fuss, and it didn't take long for the emperor to live again.

The ups and downs of this life and death test prompted the empress to take a more fancy to King Xian, maybe it was from that time that the position behind the poor princess was in jeopardy, right? Of course, this is a later story.

When King Xian came out early, he told Haitang that he wanted to surprise him.

I didn't expect to give the boy surprise and joy apart, maybe because she was frightened earlier, she returned to the Qilin Palace Although the boy was smiling, his eyes didn't seem to be so happy, even when he gave the gift, the boy's eyes still couldn't light up, and they were dark.

It seemed surprisingly unrefreshed all day.

At night, the boy slept surprisingly peacefully, lying down in a regular manner and never moving again, without sticking to it as dead and sticky as before, Fourteen himself didn't know why, looking at such a young man, his heart would be very uncomfortable.

Otherwise, in this world, she has been to so many places and seen so many people, and it is not that she has not seen more pitiful, weak, and pure than a young man, but she only has compassion for this child again and again.

Reason told her that she shouldn't, but she did it anyway...

For a long time, she thought that the young man had fallen asleep early, and the young man's low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Lord Wang, can you do something for Begonia?"

"Take me to the folk to experience the life of ordinary people? The boy rolled over and turned around.

"Now?" was a little stunned at 14 o'clock, Mu Haitang was not a person who said that the wind was the rain, how could she suddenly ask her to take him to the people to experience the life of the people in the middle of the night? But when she thought of the dull eyes of the young man all day today, her heart softened, "Okay." How many days are you going?"

The young man bit his lip and replied half-loudly: "It's only about twenty days." ”

In the dark, Fourteen followed the direction of the sound and stretched out his hand that was warm in the bed, patted his head habitually, and said, "Come on, hold the lamp." After lighting the lamp, he hurriedly packed some belongings with the young man and went out of the palace gate overnight.

Out of the palace gate, into the noisy night market street, all the way to the begonia surprisingly assertive, with her directly to the flower building drilling. Afraid that she would be suspicious, she also explained that at this time, the only places that can stay are these places. At the end, he asked her rhetorically, wasn't His Highness a frequent visitor here before?

In this regard, Fourteen just smiled, let him make a little temperament, and stayed with him in this bright flower building Accord.

She didn't have the memory of the original host, so she didn't know much about the past, and only when she saw a few ministers also having fun, she felt the stale behind the pages of a piece of paper, which was so extravagant. Those people still have to go to court in the morning, but they can still have such a good time at such a time?

But Begonia didn't give her eyes a chance to continue to wander around, holding her hand tightly, walking fast, entering the Accord and ordering a table of banquets, after the banquet was over, without saying a word, she began to pour a cup of glass at her, and finally, even she drank her pretty face red, this move is inexplicable.

Soon, Fourteen felt slightly drunk and exclaimed: This wine is surprisingly violent!

And the young man who had been silent was lying in her arms, while persuading him to drink, he was talking nonsense, only to see the thin red lips opening and closing, and the atmosphere was like parting with life and death: what Mu Haitang sounds good or Mu Lihua is good, what you must be happy and happy, what never forget Mu Haitang...

She didn't listen to it all, she just felt that her head was getting heavier and heavier, and her whole body was so hot that she couldn't speak, and her memory was broken.

When Fourteen woke up again, it was all sunburned.

The body bones are indescribably sore, and when Begonia came to beckon her to bathe, she could still smell the smell of wine on the whole bed, and I don't know if the memory chain was broken last night and carried the wine jar to drink on the bed, after all, it can't be carried and drunk by the teenager who doesn't drink alcohol on weekdays, right?

She thought that she was getting more and more abnormal, could it be that the host's health was not good?

Why does the amount of alcohol become smaller when it is said to be smaller, and why do you wake up drunk and feel weak and weak?

Soaking in hot water, judging from my hearing, there are people changing mattresses and bedding outside, as well as Begonia's whispering voice waiting for Qishan, reporting that the house where I have settled in the near future has been arranged.

Fourteen quietly closed their eyes and recuperated, the warm water slowly dissolved the weakness, obviously there was nothing wrong, but she always felt as if she had ignored something wrong, but she couldn't say it, only tried to remember what happened last night. In the end, nothing was found, and the fragment was completely broken, so I had to give up the struggle.

After lunch, Begonia took her hand downstairs and got into a carriage, Fourteen didn't know where Begonia wanted to go, but he didn't ask much, just looked at Begonia's face, and the faint feeling that something was wrong was even worse.

Is it her delusion, I always feel that Begonia seems to have matured overnight, and the sense of disparity is like a person who was a child one second, but the next second he became an adult, a little sudden, and a little uncomfortable.

It wasn't until the carriage drove for a day and a night that she found a trickling stream in the forest to wash her face, and her fourteen eyes were sharp, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of a red mark on her neck hidden under the collar when Begonia wiped her neck with wet wipes not far away! Mo not!

After returning to the carriage, without waiting for Mu Haitang to sit down, Fourteen pulled him over and ripped off his high-necked collar, and what he saw was a blood-red kiss mark on his snow-white delicate skin!

Haitang knew that he wanted to cover it up again, so he simply let her watch it in her arms, and his fearless expression was indescribably charming and moving, but his heartbeat betrayed the tension at that time, and the drum beat was restless as always.

Fourteen felt that the tense heartstrings broke instantly, their minds went blank, and for the first time they lost their temper in the clear eyes of the young man, their faces flushed, and the hearts that never seemed to exist were also chaotic in rhythm, "This... Did I do it?" as if asking, more like it had been confirmed, and gradually the sound of her heartbeat could gather the nervousness of the teenager into her ears, she had never been so helpless, so embarrassed that she didn't even know herself.

"What did I do to you last night?"

The young man smiled, arched into her arms, and said, "I didn't do anything, maybe I was hungry, and I was very drunk, so I took a few bites of Begonia's neck as food." ”

“... That's it?"

"If you don't believe it, take it off yourself. "Anyway, the coquettishness is even worse, I can't tell if this mixed heartbeat is more for him or more for her?

Laughing, with a posture of letting Jun pick, as if he wished she would do it.

In the past, Begonia's eyes seemed to contain thousands of stars, but at this moment, his eyes were blurred, flushed, and there was more aggression in his eyes that she had never seen before, and it was extremely seductive, and that thrilling beauty seemed to emanate from his soul.

Suddenly, she had the illusion that the owner of these eyes had been turning and turning in the depths of her soul for tens of thousands of years, perhaps, longer! It was strange, but it felt familiar, but it was too absurd, there was no reason to speak of, and it was wantonly hitting her heartstrings, blazing like a flame. Because what ignited this emotion was a vague figure that she couldn't piece together even if she revisited her memories again and again, and there was no sense of reality at all, more like her delusion.

But, even if it was delusional, her soul was like a moth, rushing into the fire that burned herself, just to get closer to the light.

It's about to be seen... That face... It's about to remember!

At this critical moment, the carriage jolted, completely awakening her sleeping reason, the fog she had fallen into before collapsed in an instant, and she could no longer find any traces of existence, only a pounding heartbeat reminded her, just now she seemed to be emotionally out of control?

It seemed that just now, she remembered something important, something more important than her life! But she couldn't recall anything at all, and she had a kind of dream, but when she woke up, she found that she didn't remember what she had dreamed of at all, and it was empty, and her heart was honestly throbbing and uneasy, which made her breathe a little difficult.

The palpitations prompted Fourteen to look away and look out the window, trying to distract himself.

On the other hand, he didn't forget to push the young man who was sticking to himself and exuding a faint body fragrance, and stubbornly made an excuse for a few twists: "In the past, it was too crowded." ”

Although I couldn't see each other's expressions, I could hear the young man's chuckle.

In the past, she has never been so sensitive, a little voice, a little bit of body fragrance that seems to be as strong as it is today, as if it has been strengthened dozens of times, and it is difficult to ignore it.

The carriage jolted again.

Mu Haitang's posture that was originally going back, in response to this little episode, took advantage of the situation and pasted it on her again, and her soft lips took the opportunity to bite on the other party's neck.

Suck!

King Xian, who was trying to calm down, was so shocked that he fell directly from the soft couch!

I saw her covering her neck as if she had been electrocuted, looking at the shining young man's eyes on her beautiful face, her lips shook a few times, but she didn't say anything, didn't do anything, as if she was suddenly burned to the soles of her feet, turned over and jumped up, lifted the curtain of the car, and showed off her skills, she actually escaped?

Flee!

The young man was stunned at first, and then cried and laughed: "Am I some kind of flood beast?"

In fact, in Fourteen's heart, the young man at this time was only afraid that he would not be able to rank up with the Flood Beast, but the deterrent power was very different, at least when facing any 'Flood Beast' Fourteen could be much calmer.

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