In the silence of the night, the sea waves in the corners of the palace eaves.

Qianling stood at the door of the side hall, looking at the empty road illuminated by the palace lights on both sides.

She looked at the gravel on the road in a daze, and the tears of the beautiful woman fell from the sea water and fell sparsely.

Suddenly, floating orange dots of light lit up from a distance.

Her dim eyes lit up slightly, and she fixed herself on the light in the rippling waters like a ship from far and near.

Two merman guards patrolling the night with lanterns.

The two looked at the girl standing barefoot at the door of the temple in pajamas and were stunned, and seemed to recognize her:

"Little girl, why don't you sleep so late?"

She drooped her eyelashes and did not speak, her soft chestnut hair was scattered over her shoulders, her white dress was rippling in the sea, and her bare feet were covered with tears.

Like a lonely ghost.

The two guards glanced at each other and stepped forward with their lamps:

"Little girl, don't wait, Lord Luna, you will stay in the Queen's bed tonight. ”

Her drooping eyelashes flickered, and she raised her eyes and looked at it in a daze:

"When?"

The two laughed:

"You don't know yet, do you? The news has spread throughout the palace. In the future, the Demon Clan will marry our Shark Clan, and everyone will be a family. ”

She froze, standing there and suddenly felt cold in her hands and feet.

"So don't wait, little girl, your master is ...... with our master at this time."

The sea raised the snow-white skirt corners, and the tears of the beautiful women who fluttered all over the steps.

Qianling ran down the steps of the main hall, her pure white dress spread out in the seawater, and two blisters floated up from her cheeks, dissolving into the water without a trace.

The two guards were stunned when they saw her suddenly rushing down, and hurriedly ducked to the side, looking at the girl's disappearing back and looking at each other.

"She'......"

"Crying, crying?"

The main hall is brightly lit, and light purple and pink flowers and trees surround the glazed hall.

Wuxin sat on the flower tree with a wine bottle, the plain clothes and ribbons hung down the branches, and the sea water danced and danced.

Yu Guang swept the girl wandering at the door of the main hall, his deep and light purple eyes narrowed slightly, and his lips chuckled.

"Xiaoling. Someone patted her shoulder lightly, and Qianling looked back to see the young man's eyes with a shallow smile.

"What are you doing here at night?" "Unintentionally blinked, the smile in his eyes deepened, "Did you come to me?"

Qianling looked at him in a daze, grasping his hand tightly like a life-saving straw, and a little blister floated from her eyelashes on her face with traces:

"Wuxin! Wuxin, you came just in time, you help me, can you take me to the queen's bedchamber?"

Wuxin was stunned: "What are you doing in my sister's dormitory? Lord Luna, who should also be ...... at this time."

He paused, looked deeply at the girl's dejected appearance, and stretched out his fingers to touch a little crystal blister on her eyelashes.

"You're coming to him?"

The soft voice is like a sigh.

The girl only looked in the direction of the inside of the main hall, clutching his hand, her eyes flustered and helpless.

"Have you thought about it?" he looked at her without a heartbeat, "now go to the dormitory, perhaps...... You'll see some images that you don't want to see. ”

She looked at him in a daze, her lips moving slowly, but she never made a sound.

"Okay, I'll take you. Unintentionally held her hand, his eyes were helpless, "I'll pay you back." ”

The palace is prosperous all the way.

Pink, white and light purple flowers and trees cluster the main hall, and the petals flying in the sea cover the road ahead.

Unintentionally took the girl's hand and bypassed the heavily guarded guards all the way.

Qianling looked at the long road ahead, and her empty eyes reflected the flying flowers in the sky, but there was only a bleak place left with all the lights and oil.

The palace is luxurious, the eaves are hung high, and the bricks and tiles of glazed jade loom in the sea of red flowers.

Wuxin let go of his hand, gently rubbed the girl's head, and turned to leave.

Qianling looked at the dazzling and luxurious palace in front of her, and her steps were suddenly so heavy that she couldn't move a step.

The crimson flower is more intense than the color of hell.

Overlapping and overlapping on the branches, thousands of petals in the sea water fluttered down, intense and tragic like blood.

The hollowed-out window lattices are hidden in the shadow of scarlet flowers, and a crimson tassel curtain hangs from the window, only lifting up a narrow gap, obliquely throwing into the light of a line of palace lamps.

The corner of the pitch-black robe hung from the edge of the bed, and the spreading manju sawa quietly bloomed in the dim light.

The young man lay there on the wide mattress, his robe was scattered, his long hair was like ink, and the bright night pearl was like starlight, dimly outlining the beautiful face......

and the silhouette of the collarbone looming between the half-open placket.

The sea was cold, illuminated by the light of pearls, and the silver tail of the mermaid girl was wrapped around the young man's body.

The plain white fingers went all the way down the placket.

She leaned over and kissed the young man's pale neck, and her long, burgundy curls spread out like seaweed, and strands of deep black hair were entangled.

The twilight was silent, and the cold palace stood in the sea, and the flying flowers were splashed with blood.

Qianling stood outside the window lattice.

A dashing body full of red flowers.

In the silent night of the deep sea, the flowers drifting silently, she stood there with tears streaming down her face and crying like a child.

After a while, he staggered and turned around, stepping on the falling flowers everywhere as if stepping on blood, one step at a time.

"Ling ......"

The hoarse voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

She froze, as if she had been nailed to the spot by something, and she didn't have the strength to take a step.

"Ling ......"

The long black hair spread out on the mattress, Lan Yue frowned slightly in her sleep, her cheeks were pink, and she muttered the same word hoarsely.

Repeatedly.

After a tearless movement, he slowly raised his head from the young man's neck and frowned slightly at him.

This is the first time to pronounce the names of other women in her bed.

"For the sake of this face...... plain white fingers touched his face, "forgive you." ”

Tearless lay on Lan Yue's chest, obsessively staring at the beautiful face of the young man, his fingers caressed his eyebrows:

"There are many beautiful collectibles in this world, and you ......"

"It's the one I want the most. ”

The flying flowers are insignificant, and the light and shadow in front of the window are scattered.

"He's not a collector's item. ”

The icy voice sounded in the twilight, and it was exceptionally clear.

Tearless turned around in surprise, and in the next second, a heavy popping sound came from the window!

Bang——!

Windows burst and debris flew up!

In the noisy seawater, the girl climbed into the window dressed in scarlet fallen flowers, and a few pieces of broken glass were stuck in her hands clutching stones, and blood flowed sideways, staining the sea water into a bloody mist.

"You ......" looked at her without tears and was stunned, "why are you here?, who let you in?!"

She didn't speak, pulled out the broken glass in her hand, raised her eyes and looked coldly at the girl on the bed: "Get out." ”

Tearless looked at her bloody hands and was stunned, and the eyes that were as docile and aggrieved as little sheep on weekdays were frosted at the moment, and under the frost was a trace of undercurrent of murder.

"Just a servant, you dare to talk to me like that?" Anger welled up in his tearless eyes, and he rolled up a wave of waves and roared towards the window!

Qianling approached step by step, the cold amber eyes flashed by fluorescent, and the forehead was intertwined into a bright four-leaf clover.

The swept waves suddenly deviated by a millimeter, and the staggered girl's body slammed into the dressing table on the edge, and rolled back again!

"Hmm!"

Caught off guard by the rolling tide at close range, he staggered and rolled to the ground, the silver-white fishtail trembled, raised his head in surprise, and looked at the girl's forehead full of Yuci totem and was stunned for a moment.

Throwing the stone to the ground casually, Qianling wiped the blood on her hands, slowly leaned down on the side of the bed, reached out and carefully supported the back of her neck to hold the young man into her arms, anxiously checking his condition.

"Ling ......"

Pale fingers slowly and unconsciously grasped the corners of her clothes, he whispered in her arms, his frowning eyebrows softened, his pink cheeks rested on her shoulders, and his long hair was loose and loose.

Qianling hugged him and checked it carefully, making sure that the clothes were well dressed except for the open neckline, and there was nothing unusual on his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief, choked and tightly wrapped him in his arms, and his heart palpitated.