The night was shrouded in danger, and the reeds in the day by the river looked gloomy at this moment. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The river is mixed with dampness. Painted Smoke knew she was walking too slowly, and she had miscalculated her speed so much that she was wandering here now.

Painting Yan felt that in such a dark night, he would hallucinate. In ancient times, there were no such things as electric lights, so the night was darker than the smoke of painting, and today is the upper Xuanyue.

Huayan felt that there were some people hiding behind the grass and reeds, and she didn't have the courage to confirm it, so she could only go faster, faster.

She was so frightened that she could trot up, and she was so panicked that she didn't even notice that the abandoned house she liked had fireworks.

But how could Huayan realize that she was frightened by this dark night, she was alone, she used to survive with all her will, and forgot to be afraid, and now, she was also afraid of death. It's a small town, and there may be some people with bad intentions.

That's why she just barged into a bunch of people with fear on her face. It was a group of domestic servants, led by a black-haired and jade-crowned man with a white face, who was also handsome and elegant, and well-dressed, if you look closely, you will find that the material and texture of the clothes are the same as those worn before the painting. They were followed by two maid-looking people.

Painted Smoke's face turned even paler, and she had a bad premonition. And when she saw the shocked eyes of the two maids, she was even more sure, and there was a voice in her head that was noisy, "They know me, they know me.

Huayan saw the two maids speak, and they said, "Miss." If she hadn't broken in so suddenly, attracting all the attention, the two maids felt that they would not have recognized her, she was too thin now, and her skin was covered with bones. There is no blood on her face, she looks sick, it is difficult to have the previous beauty, if it were not for the contours and facial features of her face, they would never recognize her.

In fact, when they were looking for "Painted Smoke" during the day, they had already met it, but none of them thought that this beggar would be a young lady at that time, and they were slightly shocked that the person begging on the street would be a young lady.

They remembered the beggar in the daytime, holding their legs and praying, their voices hoarse, and they were so disgusted that they threw down some money and rushed away, how could someone who was as proud as her be now,,,,

Huayan didn't recognize them during the day, she only knew that this group of people knew her, so who were they and who was her own body?

"Sister, are you okay?" The jade-crowned boy spoke. The words are caring, but people can't hear the smell of concern, but rather some indifference.

Huayan looked at the young man in front of him who was not hiding himself, and wondered why he treated his sister like a stranger, not like a relative.

When I saw that although all the people looked like they knew her, no one came up to help them, and they looked a little afraid and disgusted. It's like, how is she still alive? They were shocked because they couldn't imagine that they would be alive, they deserved to die, they were looking for corpses, and looking for people was symbolic.

It's a little clear about the painting smoke, and she played some bad guys, and those performances clearly show that she is a bad person, think about it, it's a little funny, should the bad guy be killed by everyone, and you won't get a little care about Mom?

Huayan hid his thoughts and replied, "I'm fine." "It wasn't too emotional. She knew she couldn't say she had amnesia, that no one would believe her, and she needed to know what she wanted to know. If she had a choice, she wouldn't want to return to her body's original life, she would rather suffer.

The boy was silent. I didn't want to ask more, and after a while, I said loudly: "I won't rest tonight, and I'll take my sister back home overnight." The tone was clear, and it was determined to complete the task as soon as possible.

"Wait." Huayan felt that he couldn't suppress his anger, and said commandingly, "I can't rush with my wound, I'll leave tomorrow." ”

There was silence and no opposition. Huayan looked up, saw the young man's disdainful eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile, and then turned around and found a place to settle down. Painting smoke looks at it and feels a headache.,There must be a lot of things in between.,A lot of things.。。

The maid came back to her senses to help the painting smoke, but was blocked by the painting smoke, she found a corner to settle down, her eyelids became tired, and when she fell asleep, she was still thinking, who was she, who were they? And ,,,,,,, why?