"Jue Wu, you can die." After Bei Ling finished speaking, he rushed forward directly, took out a dagger and attacked Jue Wu.

"Hehe, Dongfang Beiling, you are so capable, no wonder, Dongfang Yu died for you. Hahaha-"

Dongfang Yu died for you......

Hahahaha-

……

No, it's not like that, it's not, it's not like this, it's not!

With a "huh-" sound, Beiling sat up from the bed suddenly, sweating profusely on his forehead.

She swallowed a mouthful of water and looked around in a panicked manner.

When I saw that it was still the same room, a panicked heart finally calmed down.

Why do you have such dreams again? I've been sitting in this dream since I came back from the banquet. Dance! This time, whoever you are is won't be letting you run away!

A hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

After breakfast, Beiling looked up at the gloomy sky, and suddenly remembered the dream he had been having recently, and he always felt that something was wrong in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Mulian, has there been any news from Red Sleeves?" Bei Ling lay on the soft couch and looked at the book, and casually asked Mu Lian, who was cleaning up the table.

"No, miss." Mu Lian shook her head honestly, but her lips were tight, as if she had something to say.

Hearing this, Bei Ling's heart sank, and there was nothing calm on his face.

Mu Lian cautiously turned around and looked at Bei Ling and bit her lower lip, "Miss......"

"What's the matter?"

Beiling's indifferent voice came into Mu Lian's ears, and Mu Lian's heart trembled, and she was stunned when she accidentally looked at Beiling's unfathomable eyes.

These eyes always made her feel that she could see through a qiē and gain insight into a qiē, as if the entire continent was under her control. I couldn't help but shrink a little, and my eyes became a little scared when I looked at Bei Ling.

“…… No, nothing. Mulian shook her head, "Little, miss, I remember that I still stewed something on the stove, I'll go take a look." After saying that, he picked up the basin of water and hurried away.

Beiling sighed, has it still become like this? Mulian still has her own thoughts. Although her eyes have always been so clear, there seems to be something more in it today.

Like, fear.

For example, panic.

Another example is concealment.

Let her be, though. She shouldn't have stayed with her anymore.

Sure enough, no one can be with you for a long time. You can only rely on yourself, and only you may be able to go on for a long time.

On this day, it's going to rain......

……

It was night, black clouds dominated the sky, and the damp air was filled with the smell of decay. The sky was so low that it seemed like it was within reach.

"Kasha-"

"Boom—"

A bolt of lightning flashed like a dragon in the dark night sky, followed by a deafening thunderclap. Beiling stood sideways in front of the window and looked at the wind outside the window, and the fleeting white light hit Beiling's silhouette on the wall, bright and scary.

There was no electric light in the house, and it was pitch black.

The pouring rain poured down without the slightest pity. This torrential rain is really not covered. Although it has gradually entered autumn, there is still a residual temperature after the scorching heat, and I always feel a little uncomfortable.

The window was opened, and the howling wind ruffled Beiling's long hair hanging down, blowing off the white shawl that Beiling wrapped around her body at will, with a hint of coolness in the wind.

Beiling looked out the window indifferently. The sycamore tree outside the window was knocked off by the lightning and many branches and leaves, and the leaves were subjected to raindrops as heavy as soybeans, and the delicate flowers in the pond could not stand such a strong blow, so they had to hang their heads in resignation.

As soon as he lifted his hand, the window closed by himself.

walked to the soft couch, smashed his soft body on it, a deep tiredness hit, and whispered between half a dream and half a wake: "Red sleeves ......" but there was no response for a long time.

She shook her head with a smile, hadn't Red Sleeves been sent out by her on a mission a long time ago? It's been almost a month, it's time to change back, why haven't you come back yet?

She's not around these days, saying that she doesn't want her to be fake. How could it not be wanted? Only she knows her best. Now, she is gone, and only Mulian and Begonia are left by her side. Although Mulian is also her personal maid, she is not as good as Red Sleeves. Red Sleeves has been with her and the original owner for five or six years, and her spiritual power is also the highest among the three of them, she will take her with her in everything, and he is clear about her hobbies and habits. Even if the original owner died and was replaced by her, Red Sleeves also understood her temper at the first time and took care of her meticulously.

How could such a smart and dexterous girl not be likable? For Red Sleeves, she really likes it. And she takes care of all the trivial things in the palace, and she conveys the orders she makes, which is very capable. Now, as soon as she goes on a mission, these things are going to come back to her injury, and she is miserable.

She has always been cooking her daily life, and when she left, she changed Mulian, which really made her a little uncomfortable.

After thinking about it so much, Bei Ling realized that she had such a deep sense of dependence on her. Depend? Yes, it's dependence! It turns out that Red Sleeves has long become one of the indispensable people in her life, I really can't imagine, if she loses her once, what will she do?

Beiling was suddenly a little scared, and she didn't let herself think about it anymore. Sometimes, it's better not to guess.

Huh? By the way, it's sixteen today. Red Sleeves is eighteen years old, and when she becomes an adult, she is going to be a big child. Beiling thought so, and by the way, she would send her something. In ancient times, although she was fifteen years old, she still selfishly hoped to use her adult time in the twenty-first century - eighteen years old, because she did not participate in the fifteen-year-old and red sleeves, so she wanted to give her a new coming-of-age ceremony.

"What time is it now?" Thinking like this, Beiling suddenly smiled brightly and asked the maid who was keeping vigil outside the door.

"Back to the princess, it's time now." The maid outside the door replied respectfully.

"It's time?" Bei Ling murmured in a low voice, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but there was a coldness in his voice: "I don't need you to keep vigil today, go down." ”

"Yes, Princess."

It's time, and it's only three or four hours before Red Sleeves' birthday, so it seems that we have to hurry. Thinking like this, Beiling immediately got up and walked quickly to the desk, lit the candle, spread out the rice paper, picked up the pen and began to draw.

Time is passing bit by bit, and the lightning and thunder outside the window continues.

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Guess who's coming in the next chapter?