Yuan Lan raised his hand and grabbed it twice in mid-air, and it seemed that he could still see the corner of the flying in front of him.

And yet there is nothing, not in the hands, not in the eyes......

I suddenly felt empty and lost a piece of empty chatter.

Although he was a little curious, Yuan Lan didn't want to fall into mysterious dreams anymore.

Losing control of the outside world can make him feel uneasy.

Not knowing what to do for a while, Yuanlan simply came to the window, intending to take a look at the courtyard in the night.

Xu is the red line of the past life, Xu is the evil fate of this life, and Xu is the cause and effect connection in the underworld......

Yuanlan pushed open the window, and with a thought, he set his eyes on the flowers and trees by the pool.

The purple-blue jacaranda blossomed thinly and fell to the ground.

Under the tree stood a slender figure covered in smoke, white with long hair, and a pair of eyes that were so sad that they looked at him.

At the beginning of his gaze, the man under the flower tree was startled, as if he had suddenly awakened, and all the emotions in his eyes were removed, and he immediately disappeared into the dark.

"Who ——!" Yuanlan followed the wind, but there was no trace of it under the flower tree, only the cold fragrance of the night jacara flower floated in the water fragrance.

The cold wind froze the water, frozen the flowers, and even the little insects that were diligent in the night were unjustly implicated, and the Qingyun Building, where Yuanlan lived, was infected with wind and snow all over the city with a small pond as the center.

After closing his eyes for a few breaths, Yuanlan opened his eyes helplessly, and he didn't feel anything, the man had completely left.

Shisu looked at the person in the water mirror, her long hair was scattered and her thin figure showed a little slender, and the expression between her eyebrows and eyes still showed her familiarity even if she tried her best to calm down.

Pathos to despair, powerlessness to madness.

The gloomy color of the desolation that belongs to that person alone.

"Qingning ......"

The water mirror exploded, and water droplets splashed everywhere.

The hand that smashed the water mirror stopped in mid-air, and the joints were white and trembling slightly.

She thought she knew what Crimson's 'gift' was.

Long song is Qingning's obsession.

And this obsession can become her inner demon.

can drag her into the land of no return.

Shisu thought that the obsession of that life had disappeared, but now it seems that it ......

She may need to talk to her.

Lighting a plate of yellow sorghum, the perilla slowly closed his eyes in the smoke, and his breath was shallow as if he had fallen asleep.

It was dark, except for a faint glimmer of light in the distance.

From time to time, I feel that the hem of my clothes is brushing over or being caught by something.

There is a sticky and slippery touch under your feet, like stepping into a mud puddle.

The environment here was somewhat unexpected, with a rancid smell of rust in the air, and she expected to come to the woods in full bloom or the noisy night party.

But I didn't expect it to be such a dark place full of oppressive taste.

Towards the shimmer, in the light was a little girl kneeling on the water.

It's really dark here, and the faint light source even makes the water look dark.

The little girl had a helmet on her lap, a small length of her fingers.

Her overly slender hands carefully rubbed the helmet, wiping away the dust and blood from every part of it with her sleeves, as if someone would take the helmet strap from her hand in the next moment.

"Qingning. Shisu called her softly.

When she moved her gaze from her helmet to Shiso, Shiso called out to her softly.

"Changge is dead, you know. ”