This is a deep mansion compound. Tian Luo didn't see its whole picture, but the heavy and decadent aura that came to his face silently told its history.

Black tiles, high walls with white yellowing, but quiet. Tian Luo strolled under the corridor that seemed to have no end, and suddenly heard a faint cry of a woman. She walked curiously in that direction, forgetting for a moment that she had come here for a moment.

"Dad, if you want to drive out our orphans and widows, forget it, but if you remove the prime minister from the family tree, aren't you afraid of the world's jokes?!" A woman's voice was poignant and sharp, and grief and hatred seemed tangible.

Turning the corner of the cloister, he was greeted by a patio in which two rows of people sat on either side, behind them were women and children. An old man with gray hair sat in the center of the hall, his wrinkled face full of indifference and coldness.

Tian Luo couldn't hear what he said, so he turned his eyes to the two figures kneeling under the patio. They had their backs to the basket and could be seen to be a woman and a teenager.

The woman and the boy were dressed in white, and Tian Luo vaguely saw that the woman was still holding an infant child in her arms. And the young man straightened his spine, and held the woman when her shoulders trembled with crying again, and then Tian Luo heard him say, "Grandpa, this is the last time I call you, and from then on Mother and my two brothers will be cut off from you, and we will have nothing to do with you!" ”

The young man's voice was like gold and jade, clean and clear.

Tian Luo wanted to go forward and see their faces clearly, but at this moment, everything in front of him was like a peeling mud wall, gradually fading away, and a new scene emerged after a ripple like water.

"The general's squad is back!" In the bustling crowd, only this sentence penetrated Tian Luo's ears very clearly.

She was squeezed into the impassable flow of people, and she followed the flow to the tall gates.

Checkmate? The first thing Tian Luo thought of was Ning Weiyong. She shook her head and shook off someone who had finally faded out of her life, and looked around intently. She felt as if she had forgotten something.

But the noisy celebrations rose wave after wave, and people couldn't help but follow them, looking forward to the general who was about to return to the dynasty.

Looking forward to it, Tian Luo excitedly immersed herself in a jubilant atmosphere with everyone, her steps became more and more obedient, no longer struggling to break through the siege to find some kind of mission that made her vague impression, she just wanted to see the general, and celebrate the victory with everyone.

Finally the crowd poured to the city gates. As if they had been trained, they quickly and orderly cleared an empty passage in the middle of the street that could accommodate two horses in parallel, and a brown horse with a black mane held its head high was the first to enter the gate.

The crowd is boiling! As if the order just now was just an illusion, they shouted and shouted loudly, a real welcome in the middle of the road. The general sat heroically on the back of the horse, and the black iron armor seemed to be full of blood, and the red light was eerily red, reflecting the general's blood-red cloak, which fluttered in the wind on the horseback. The white skin on the cheeks covered by the helmet was faintly visible, and the general seemed to not see the crowd of 'crazy demons' on both sides, and his fixed eyes were looking in a certain direction.

Tian Luo's heart jumped, and he unconsciously looked in the direction of the general's gaze. It was the window facing the second floor of a teahouse on the side of the street, and a woman's back flashed by the window. Heroic beauty, these four words flashed quickly in Tian Luo's mind, and then she was assimilated by the people around her and joined the army of celebrations, they danced with their hands, they sprinkled wine and carnival, and got carried away.

The 'forgetful' Tian Luo didn't notice, and when she went to see the teahouse, the general on horseback glanced at her, and glanced at her, who was actually invisible to the people around her.

Tian Luo began to go around in different scenes, and she had completely forgotten why she was shuttling through these scenes. Although she could not see the general's face from beginning to end, it was as if she had passed through his life. She watched the general win the emperor's reward, watched the general's family live in a brand-new mansion, watched the general go out again, watched him return victoriously again and again, and watched him fall in love with a girl who also did not meet each other.

At first, she thought that the general was Ning Weiyong, because among all the mortals she knew, only Ning Weiyong was a general. But slowly she became puzzled again, for she saw the general rubbing his temples wearily after studying tactics by the lamp, alone in the dark of night after paying tribute to the fallen soldiers, often holding the tokens his wife gave him because he was away from home, and being silent after a frantic fight. How could such a general be the high-spirited Ning Weiyong?

The war is over, the familiar water ripples appear, and the scene is about to change again. Tian Luo no longer knew whether he should look forward to it or be numb. This time, she came to the temple fair.

A very familiar temple fair. It was the temple fair where she helped Ning Weiyong block arrows. This sudden 'reality' made Tian Luo, who was already familiar with the strange life of another person, panic for a moment, and she hurried through the crowd to the dark alley, where she wanted to make sure that assassination was still going on.

She hurried along, knowing that no one could see her, so she rushed forward without hesitation, and then, turning the corner of the alley that she would never forget.

"Whew!" Tian Luo crashed straight into the arms of a person, and there was no fight in the alley.

Her eyes widened, surprised, shocked, because the people here couldn't see her at all, let alone touch her, and there had never been such a thing as a direct collision with a person.

Tian Luo looked up and saw a face with a mask, and in the flash of light, the lost mission broke through the fog and returned to her brain, Ding Ning.

"Ding Ning", Tian Luo wanted to shout excitedly, but she had no right to speak at all. Suddenly darkness shrouded her eyes, and it was Ding Ning who blocked her eyes with his hand. At the same time, a slightly cool but soft thing on her mouth blocked all her voice.

Ding Ning is kissing her! Tian Luo was bewildered by this unbelievable fact. Reacting to this, she put her hands on Ding Ning's chest, and made a whining sound in protest, but he was unmoved. Even with his other hand, he firmly fixed the back of her neck, deepening the kiss.

It's an amazing feeling. Tian Luo has never tasted it in his life. The lips of the two people are against each other, conveying each other's temperature, breath, and even emotions, and the softness of the lips is like the marshmallow that Tian Luo has eaten, although she has a poor appetite today and does not want to eat it, she is still attracted and sinks into it uncontrollably.

The warm big hand covered half of her face, the darkness deepened the feeling on Tian Luo's lips, the hustle and bustle of the temple fair outside the alley gradually faded away, and her struggling movements gradually lost their strength. As a demon, she found out for the first time that she had lost all her ability to resist here.

The man's aggression continued, until Tian Luo felt suffocated, and he mercifully relaxed his grip on her, and then something even more terrible happened, his lips shifted their position, and gradually spread to Tian Luo's neck.

"Ding Ning!" Tian Luo finally collected the dignity of a demon, and called out the man's name unevenly.