How can you not have remorse? You don't even bother to tell the truth to the people of the Jun family. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qin Chuan stopped running and struggling, stopped where she couldn't run out, and after standing silently for a while, she sat down with her knees crossed, looking helpless and sad.

The gentleman is upright, upright, honest and trustworthy, and the monarch is forbearing, ruthless, greedy, and abusing his power to carry the power of the Ninety-Five.

A gentleman is like a jade, and the emperor is a dragon.

As a descendant of the emperor's family, she should probably praise her, she makes good use of power, and she also has a cold heart of the emperor.

I don't know how long it took, but I think it was a long time, so long that she hallucinated when she sat in this cold place.

She felt as if she was sitting on the surface of the sea, with the waves below her.

The outside world must have passed at least a hundred years, right?

However, someone remembered that time would be infinitely extended in the silent darkness, perhaps just a moment outside?

Leaning back, the girl stretched her body and lay down, closing her eyes and relaxing all her mind to blend in with the darkness as much as possible.

It's too boring, it's better to turn yourself into a small boat on the blue waves.

She felt so close and safe, her nervousness, her anxiety, and her worries were relieved and soothed by the lapping of the waves, as if she had returned to her mother's arms, to her familiar territory.

It's not an illusion!" she thought.

Then, as if she was bewitched again, she dived desperately towards the sea water that could not be seen and touched, and only existed in the perception, the more she dived, the more she felt that her body became lighter, and the feeling that every step seemed to be dragging a heavy chain disappeared little by little, and the sea water that only existed in the perception corroded the invisible chains tied to her body a little bit, and the chains disappeared one by one, and she became more and more free, as if she could jump out of this dark prison with a slight jump.

In a trance, like a night tour of the yin god, she saw that she had taken off her simple and concise Tsing Yi robe in a wooden house and changed into a bewitching and enthusiastic fiery red dress, with tassels and gold, and the whole person was scorching like the summer sun, and she was bright and charming.

She pursed her lips and smiled, but when she broke through the flowing waves, she saw that her eyes were filled with persistent madness and devastating love and appendage-like hatred.

It's a completely distorted spirit that clings to it just because it's waiting!

Rouge tears are condensed into forehead sand, and the white jade face is added to the hibiscus color.

The wonderful eyes seem to be happy and angry, with three points of tears, a smile and a smile are really stunning in the world, and the troubled times are enchanting.

This kind of self is completely unfamiliar, Qin Chuan pointed to look at his swaying posture dragging the red silk and holding the guqin, Qian Qianyu fingers brushed the strings and stepped through the sea of blood-colored flowers with scattered broken tunes.

The sea of flowers is like blood and fire, and the figure of the girl is like a dying person who has been licked and imprisoned by the fire.

Kotokawa bit his fingertips and squinted his cold black eyes to guess Kotohime's thoughts.

Is your heart filled with the joy of reunion or mixed with the resentment of being abandoned, and is there any bitterness and grievance?

Kotogawa looked at herself dressed in red, and every step of her brisk steps seemed to be dancing, and it seemed that the road was extremely long, and it seemed that the next step was under her feet.

Fiery red, scarlet......

I don't know if it's an illusion, she just feels that the color of the red dress is getting brighter and brighter.

The sweet floral fragrance seemed to be a little intoxicating with a faint aroma of wine, and in a trance, the scarlet red dress was entangled with the blood-colored flowers, and it seemed that the entire sea of flowers was nothing more than her skirt.

Hey~, what should I really say?

Kotogawa carefully looked at the tall figure sitting on the high throne as if he was closing his eyes in contemplation, with a detached third perspective, the perspective of God.

In this state, her perception is extremely keen, she can easily receive a familiar, homologous feeling from that man's body, and as for his breath, although there is no sense of incongruity with this world, she inexplicably feels fake... Be... Disguise......!

If it is the same origin, if it is fake, then what is himself? Is it also fake? Are his memories all illusory?

Once the seeds of doubt germinated, then the waveless mentality at this moment could no longer remain peaceful, and a strong suction force came from her body, and she lay on her stomach on the cold water, it should be water, right?

The whole person felt sore and weak, and she could clearly feel the existence of her body, but at this moment, her body was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she was powerless to command.

Water.

She felt that she was the only one who could feel presence at this time, remembering her previous movements, emptying her mind, trying to make herself one with the water again.

The feeling of tiredness and soreness was gradually dispelled, cool or warm, she said it was not clear that it seemed to be both, and her eyes were no longer in the infinite darkness, she was able to see the outside world, with the help of her own eyes.

She didn't know that Kotohime didn't feel that she was out of her shackles, but since she didn't react, Kotokawa also decided to watch quietly first.

Playing the piano with no hands, the fingering of the piano is very beautiful, like a noble white crane dancing alone on the top of the cedar tree, with two hands and a crane, very lonely and lonely.

Her music is delicate and gorgeous, just by hearing it, you can imagine a noble and gorgeous girl dancing, cold and lonely in addition to the delicate octagonal prison and the cold moon hanging high in the sky, the cold taste is mixed with the murderous atmosphere to bring blood, outside the pavilion where the girl dances, the cold moon hangs high above, and the sea of corpses and blood below.

The scorching breath, the pain of the fire licking, all turned into a continuous high tone, mixed with endless hatred and inseparable love, and resentment that had been waiting for hundreds of years!

With the sound of Jean Ji's piano, she remembered her first thought when she heard her say that she was so happy.

She didn't believe that she didn't have the slightest resentment, and if the soul of the dead resides in the yang world, if there is no external force, then she can only rely on her own obsession.

And obsession is sometimes terrible, because of its stubbornness, and because of the resentment after it is broken.

So, now, are those buried resentments about to hatch?

The inky eyes were deep and translucent, and when the hand stroking the piano swept across the body, the fluttering sleeves reflected a touch of red like blood in the eyes.

Smack!

The tall figure clapped his palms gently, and the crisp sound echoed in the empty hall.

"Yu Ji's piano sound is still so beautiful, it can be called a superb sound. The man opened a pair of tiger eyes, his eyes were like paint, and they were dark and dark.

How would you describe the feeling he felt when he opened his eyes?

Legend has it that the god of Zhongshan has a red face and a snake body, and his name is candle yin, which is regarded as day, and is regarded as night, blows for winter, and calls for summer, does not drink, does not eat, does not rest, and breathes as the wind.

When he opened his eyes, he was like the candle dragon of Zhongshan, and when he opened his eyes, the light filled the world.

Although it was not as exaggerated as the legend, when he opened his eyes, he did feel that there was a sense of whiteness, and he only felt that a lightning bolt had struck in front of him.

In the face of the man's praise, Kotohime lowered her head and gently swayed her shoulders, as if she was very excited.

The wide ink pupils were hollow, and the trembling fingers on the strings were reflected in a daze.

The other hand on the side of the body rubs against the body.

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Ahem, cough, Bingyuan was busy with the New Year's Day rehearsal last week, and there was not much time to code words, and the idea of this part of Bingyuan was a little stuck, and the draft was revised several times, and it was only done tonight, two chapters.

Please forgive me, the slow speed of the ice field.

Ahem, ahem, it snowed heavily at school today, and the ground was white, so I have to get up early tomorrow to clear the snow, and I hope that the cold will not worsen tomorrow. It's cold, so please add more clothes.