Lan Qi'er opened her eyes and found herself lying on her small bed, looking around a little strangely. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoWhy are the things you come into contact with so unfamiliar? Lan Qi'er left one question mark after another in her heart. She just wanted to escape from this place where her wings had been imprisoned.

"Princess, you're finally awake." The maids were scrambling to clean things up, and their tones were endlessly happy and joyful. The princess was raised by them, and when the princess disappeared, their anxiety would not be half a point less than that of the old king. For the first time in Lan Qi'er's heart, it was not the stability of returning home, and she subconsciously smiled. It seemed that there was another her beside her now, and she was saying to her, "Eat them." Lan Qi'er is not afraid of her other self at all, perhaps, that is the real her who is arrogant and beautiful in the night. Everyone, aren't you used to hiding your minions during the day? The corners of Lan Qi'er's mouth turned into a smile that she would never show before.

After a while, the noisy group of people retreated uneasily. Lan Qi'er stretched and looked out the window, God, is this your reward for your most faithful people? There is nothing but an endless haze, never to meet the sun. Just like the white swan sculpture at the top of the palace, no matter how elegant and beautiful it is, it can only be restricted from standing on the top of despair and licking its wounds.

Snowflakes play a dance of despair in the air, even if the wind interrupts their rhythm. The closed windows reflect the image of Lancet, like an old castle guarding a fairy tale for roses.

Lan Qi'er looked at herself on the window, her still slightly curly blonde hair; still lovely face; wings that are still white; Still smiling. Lan Qi'er looked at herself so stupidly, for fear that she would miss the beauty of the dark night. Out of nowhere, there is a black glow, illuminating everything that is white in itself.

Lan Qi'er then carefully examined herself in the reflection, although the black light was small, it kept shining. Lan Qi'er no longer looked at the window, but looked around on herself. Black mang, black mang, black mang. Where exactly do you shine?

Found it, Heimang, don't you know how dazzling and shiny you are in the case of four white colors?

Lan Qi'er lowered her head and carefully examined her nails, which were no longer flesh-colored, but eerily pitch black. Lan Qi'er looked at the darkness on her hands with intriguing eyes, they seemed to faintly exude a black aura, silent and beautiful in the night. Lan Qi'er played with her fingers carefully, and the black glow on her nails was really confusing.

It was late at night, and the black glow on Lan Qi'er's hand became more and more intense. Bursts of white smoke tried to squeeze in from outside the palace, and they crept through the tiniest cracks in the windows. Lan Qi'er suddenly wanted to sleep with a heavy head, and slept until dawn.

Sleep, my child. Desperately show your beauty in the night. A seductive voice seemed to be heard in the distance.

Lan Qi'er had a dream, a dream that I don't know if it was terrible. She dreamed that she seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, leaving deep footprints in the snow step by step. As she walked forward, she saw the same scene as ever: the people of the Winged People were singing and dancing together around a large fire, and they were very happy. Snowflakes only get more insolent at night, but when a group of people stay together, there is no longer the so-called cold. This is an ancient tradition in the country of Wingland, where everyone gathers together to warm each other on a snowy night. This tradition makes the night of the Winged People more lively than the day, and many people from other countries are known to come here to spend long nights together.

Normally, Lan Qi'er would only dance happily with them, but at this time, a demonic idea sprouted in her heart: eat them, eat them all. Eat them all, eat them all. The other self reveals the truth in the night.

The thought grew in Lan Qi'er's head, and it was out of control. Eat them, eat them all.

The corners of Lan Qi'er's mouth glowed with a hideous light, and then she approached the group step by step.

The snow was stained red with blood, and the combination of red and white was so silent and beautiful. Lan Qi'er drew one maddening despair after another with the blood on the ground. The corners of her mouth glowed with blood. The campfire was still beating, and the snow hid the darkness and erosion in the shadows. It's just that there is no one singing and dancing, and I am very happy.

Eating is not a sin, but a manifestation of who you are. Lan Qi'er sucked the blood on her hands, and even the black glow on her nails shimmered.

They are only born again, not dead.

Lan Qi'er turned away, just as Cinderella's crystal slipper was lost at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and Lan Qi'er must also bury the insolence of the night. The people who fell to the ground also stiffened and opened their eyes, and there was only green light in their pupils.

The first rays of light fell on the snow, and Lan Qi'er opened her eyes. She had a dream, a dream that I don't know if it was terrible. She raised her hands, her nails so smooth that there was not a hint of blackness. Maybe it was just a dream, and Lan Qi'er watched as the snow lit up her nails.

There was still a trace of blood left on the corner of his mouth, and the smell of blood was quickly diluted by the moisture that had condensed in the morning, and finally disappeared. Lan Qi'er put on her boots, which were wet, like she had stepped on the coldest snow all night. Lan Qi'er couldn't help but think of such an insolent dream, and the snowflakes couldn't cover its charm. Lan Qi'er played with her fingers, and finally gently placed it between her lips and sucked it, as if she was reminiscing about a lost time.

"Princess, you're up." The maids looked at Lan Qi'er affectionately as they went about their work, and Lan Qi'er returned their polite and polite smiles, and for some reason she began to be disgusted.

"Princess, don't go out these nights! Don't even go to any bonfires, you know?" The maid kept chattering as she tied Lan Qi'er's hair. Their princesses are so naughty and so unreassuring, they will naturally talk a lot.

"Why?" Lan Qi'er was surprisingly not impatiently perfunctory, but curiously asked. The dream replayed over and over again in her head.

"Because, yesterday someone went to the bonfire, and the crowd all disappeared. No one knows where they went. The public is like this, we must die in a hurry! "The maid tied Lan Qi'er's hair beautifully.

There was a naughty light in Lan Qi'er's eyes, she was as naughty as ever, she loved to pluck the harp as she used to, she hated the thick classics as she used to, she liked to dance in the snow as before, she smiled as brightly as she used to. It's just that in the night when everyone is deeply asleep, Lan Qi'er's fingers will inexplicably shine with a strange and mysterious black light, which is particularly moving in the night. She had that dream over and over again, that dream that I don't know if it was terrible or not. When she woke up, she was still Lan Qi'er.

Lord Lucifer, where are you? Lord Lucifer, did you hear my call? Lord Lucifer, whom I have been thinking for a long time, if I can meet you one day, I will be your bride.

There was a sigh from afar, as if it came from the deepest and deepest abyss of sin, and that place was the eternal calamity.