The girl in the mirror is the same as Mu Zi's eyebrows, but the style behind the rouge is something that Mu Zi can't learn. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 The hand holding the seed was already in her mouth, but there was always a voice in her head telling her not to swallow it.

When Mu Zi hesitated for a moment, the charm of the person in the mirror increased a little more, he lowered his head and smiled, the gold on the complicated water sleeve lock made Mu Zi's heart throb again, and the girl stretched out her other hand, wanting to touch the person in the mirror. When the person in his heart smiled and raised his head again, the peach blossom powder on his eyes was even more than before, and in the mirror, which originally only had the laughter of silver bells, there was a sound of stepping and shaking colliding with each other.

The person in the mirror was originally standing in palace clothes, wearing a red brocade robe; When the person in the mirror looked up again and met Mu Zi's eyes, the clothes were changed into gorgeous clothes, and the dark red clothes were embroidered with gold thread and the luxury of clusters of flowers. The long black hair of the person in the mirror was also coiled, and jewelry was inserted in the dark cloud bun to match the delicate flowers. It looks more and more like cream.

"Look at you, girls should be beautiful, what has become of them now?" The person in the mirror said with half coquettishness, and took out a small mirror with a double account in his hand and opened it towards Mu Zi.

Mu Zi saw his image through the mirror in the hand of the person in the mirror: it is not an exaggeration to describe it as unkempt. The hair is only washed with water for a long time, and there is no luster; And sleeping in the open for a long time made her face, which she was proud of with plenty of collagen, look dull in the mirror.

The haggard person in the mirror contrasts sharply with the bright one. One is like the most dazzling spring flower in the spring light of March, and the other is like the withered grass after autumn.

"I ......" Mu Zi stared at the person in the mirror, and it was difficult to express her shocked feeling in words for a long time, if she was not moved, it was impossible. But from Mu Zi's confused eyes, a trace of resistance could still be seen - she needed the last dose of fierce medicine to break the last trace of resistance in her heart.

Just when Mu Zi's fingers touched the mirror, a cold feeling came from the tips of his fingers, and then the screen in front of him began to ripple with the touch of his fingers, and the ripples spread out in circles, blurring the face of the woman in Chinese clothes.

When the woman in Huayi disappeared in the mirror, Mu Zi's heart tightened, and he stood on tiptoe and looked into the mirror, for fear that the woman would be gone.

Mu Zi quickly withdrew his hand, hoping that after the ripples calmed down, Lian, who he had seen countless times in the mirror, would be able to appear as a woman in gorgeous clothes again.

As the ripples became more and more flat, what Mu Zi saw from a blurred red was originally his sloppy appearance, and when the anesthetized heart was a little disappointed, the red figure reappeared; And this time, there is also a familiar figure of Mu Zi, which is not thoughtful.

The inattentive person in the mirror was originally standing facing Mu Zi, and stretched out his hand with a smile at Mu Zi. When he saw it, Mu Zi's nose was pantothenic, and he didn't want this to be the scene in the mirror, so he stretched out his hand to grab the inattentive hand; But just before Mu Zi's hand was stretched out. A delicate cry came from behind him.

"Not thoughtful." The voice was as beautiful as the song of a nightingale, and Muzi in the mirror, who was dressed in a gorgeous costume, ran out from the depths of the mirror, stopped behind Bu Zhou, called out to Bu Zhou, and then stretched out his hand to Bu Zhou: "Bu Zhou, let's go." ”

Mu Zi outside the mirror, seeing such a situation, was shocked, worried that Bu Zhou would follow the woman behind him, although that person had the same face as Mu Zi, but Mu Zi knew that it was not himself, if Zhou followed her, he would have nothing.

"No, don't go with her, go with me." Mu Zi quickly stretched out his hand, wanting to grab the hand that was not thoughtful; The original mirror really made Mu Zi reach over and hold his wrist.

Thoughtful's wrist was cold, knowing that it wouldn't be thoughtful, but Mu Zi didn't want to let go, but wanted to grab Thoughtful's hand hard, wanting to keep Thoughtful by his side.

"No, let's go." The nightingale's singing voice sounded again, urging Bu Zhou to leave quickly. That voice was indeed like a light in a dull world, melodious and beautiful, and even when Mu Zi heard it, he had an instant heartbeat.

But Bu Zhou didn't listen to Mu Zi's words, but after the nightingale-like voice sounded, he turned around in surprise, and then smiled at the woman in gorgeous clothes: "Then you wait for me." The tone is indescribably intimate and pampered.

Mu Zi was naturally unwilling, the strength in his hand strengthened a lot, holding the last ray of hope, and looked at Buzhou pleadingly, hoping that Buzhou could stay: "Buzhou, don't go." At this time, Mu Zi didn't really care if it was really inconsiderate, but just hoped that the person in the mirror could stay and give himself some psychological comfort.

But the inconsiderate in the mirror did not stay, as Mu Zi thought. Instead, after sweeping back and forth between Mu Zi and the face of the person in the mirror, he used his other hand to break the fingers that Mu Zi was holding his wrist tightly. The fingers were broken open, and at the same time, there was also Mu Zi's hope.

Mu Zi shook his head and said pleadingly: "Don't, don't." But such words do not mean much to the cold and inconsiderate face. When the last finger was broken, Mu Zi's heart also cooled.

But the person in this mirror didn't stop there, and Mu Zi's delicate voice was a lingering nightmare in Mu Zi's heart now: "Brother No, Brother Zhou, do you say I'm so good-looking?" The girl's eyes in the mirror are smiling, holding a budding flower in her hand, indescribably shy and charming, even Mu Zi looks good.

Sure enough, Bu Zhou also looked at it with stupid eyes and said, "It's good-looking." Just when he didn't finish talking about looking good, the red-clothed Muzi ran towards the distance of the mirror, and the voice that should be singing was still ringing: "Then don't come and chase me." When the words fell, Bu Zhou also ran into the distance with the red figure.

In the mirror, there is only chasing each other, and the smaller and smaller figures are appearing, such a picture directly stimulates Mu Zi, and the girl feels that there is a place in her heart that is empty, and she is bleeding.

Suddenly, the male voice who couldn't hear the characteristics remembered again, and he said to Mu Zi over and over again: "Swallow that thing, and you will be more beautiful than her." The voice came one after another, accompanied by the wonderful girls who kept appearing in the mirror, they were either beautiful or heroic, but they were all people that Mu Zi had longed to become.

Finally, the last insistence in Mu Zi's eyes was extinguished, and her hand, which had been raised for a long time, finally brought the things in her hand to her mouth...... (To be continued.) )