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The sound of countless haunting dreams appeared at this time, accompanied by the cold plum and cold snow around her, so that Hua Qingmo couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info She stood in place, silently looking at the person in front of her, her dark eyes were like chaotic water, and she could never return to a calm state.

The snow is still in the snow, and the white clothes are in the wind.

The man's face bloomed in endless white, magnificent and peerless, like a phoenix born in the fire, stretching its brilliant wings.

At this time, the snow is white, and the red plum is dotted with vermilion.

At that time, the clear water and cold pool, the clear lotus quiet canal.

Zeng Ji, the peony national color, reflecting the beauty of the eyes.

But it's not as good as the white clothes in front of you.

"Who are you?" After a while, Hua Qingmo repeated the question just now. The calm and wise expression of the ordinary moment is completely absent at this time. She was like a panicked child, but scared of losing it.

Hearing Hua Qingmo's voice, he slowly stepped forward and stopped when he was a step away from Hua Qingmo. Reaching out to pick up the green silk that was hanging down from Hua Qingmo and pinning it behind his ear, he leaned over gently, and the slightly cool breath and the faint aroma of agarwood came over.

"My name is Bai Zixiao."

The sound is in the ear and is piercing familiarity and coldness. Hua Qingmo turned her head sideways, her eyes staring at the person who was close at hand.

It must be a dream! She had never dreamed so real.

His eyebrows, his eyes, his lips, his face, and even his people were so close to him.

After six years, the things she remembered deeply began to fade, and she sometimes couldn't even remember Bai Zixiao's face.

But now, she saw it, it was close at hand, and it was clear.

Therefore, she should remember well, remember his eyebrows, remember his eyes, remember his nose, remember his lips, remember his face.

Every gesture, every expression, every movement, every look, she must keep in mind.

She has a lot of six years to come, and maybe she'll forget a lot more.

Therefore, she must remember this dream with her heart.

If it really doesn't work, just draw it.

In this way, when she begins to forget when she is tormented by time, she can remember it by looking at the painting.

Raising her hand, Hua Qingmo's fingertips covered Bai Zixiao's face, and the slender white fingers and Bai Zixiao's skin seemed to melt into the white snow that fell around her. She had to close her eyes and try to draw a picture of him in her mind.

The coolness of her skin, the soft touch of jade, everything is real and she can't tell the difference.

"Who are you?" Hua Qingmo closed her eyes slightly, and her fingers slid over his eyebrows, like willow leaves, smooth and slender.

"Bai Zixiao." His voice was cold, like ice floes shattering snow.

Hearing the voice, a smile slowly floated on the corner of Hua Qingmo's lips, like a warm sun, light and faint.

"Who are you?" Fingers caressed his eyes slowly, and the long eyelashes touched her fingertips, bringing a slight itch.

"Bai Zixiao." The voice sounded, the same cold, the same indifference.

The hand slid from the eye to the top of the bridge of his nose, and Hua Qingmo's index finger went down and landed on the tip of his nose. Fingers fell to the side and gently stroked his cheek.

"Who are you?"

"Bai Zixiao."

Hua Qingmo's hand fell on his lips, and she felt that there were subtle lines on his lips, clear and real, not like a dream.

"Who are you?"

"Bai Zixiao."

The touch in her hand disappeared instantly, Hua Qingmo's breath stagnated, and when she wanted to open her eyes, a pair of cool hands attached to her eyes, blocking her vision. It was so sudden that she even forgot to look at it with her ability.

"My name is Bai Zixiao."

The moment the man's voice fell, Hua Qingmo's body seemed to spin in the sky, lying flat on top of a thing. She immediately reached out to touch it, and the soft feeling of the jade came to her, and she knew that she was lying on the blue jade at this time.

The coolness from the melting of the snow behind her, as well as the slight pain when she suddenly lay down on Qingyu, made Hua Qingmo feel that something was wrong. She opened her lips, and as she was about to speak, she could feel someone's breath stretching across her face.

"Bai Zixiao." The cold voice came from above, and the still obscured vision made Hua Qingmo still not come out of the darkness, but at this time, she couldn't use her ability to see at all.

Because, she was afraid.

"White Purple Flute, White Purple Flute, White Purple Flute, White Purple Flute, White Purple Flute, White Purple Flute, My name is White Purple Flute......"

Like a cold sound of broken snow, Hua Qingmo felt more and more wrong, she opened her mouth to speak, at this time, a few snowflakes with a cold feeling fell on her lips, and then they came up with something even colder.

Is that......

With a slight coolness and a delicate touch, human lips.

Suddenly, Hua Qingmo lost all the ability to think, and the whole person seemed to be stupid, and she even stopped breathing.

Soon, the touch on my lips disappeared, and then there was a coolness in my ears.

"What? Without my teachings, you forgot how to kiss? It's stupid! ”

The tone was so lofty, yet with pity and pampering. The moment it entered her ears, Hua Qingmo was a little unable to react, and when she thought about it and was about to speak, her lips were pressed again.

"Since I forgot, I'll teach you again."

He spoke against her lips, the shallow touch of his mouth and the departure with a grinding softness. Lips toss and turn, like two entwined ivies.

The light touch, like the handover of snowflakes and red plums, is gentle and shallow. The east wind danced on the snow, and occasionally a few snowflakes just fell on the lips of the two, and the slightly cool wetness caused Hua Qingmo to lick it.

The tip of her tongue slid over her lips, which were slightly warmer than the water melted by the snow, and Hua Qingmo froze, and her body suddenly stiffened.

At this time, the sealed lips left, and then Hua Qingmo felt that a layer of snow suddenly fell on her lips, which was a little cold. At the same moment, the lips were attached again.

Although the lips of the two were cold, they still carried warmth, melting the cooler snow. The snow water moistened their lips and melted into Hua Qingmo's mouth. With the snow, something warm and soft poked into her mouth.

The kiss began to deepen, and the cold of the snowy time faded away.

Hua Qingmo's eyes were pitch black, and the darkness made her completely fall into an abyss from which she could not extricate herself. But at this time, she felt that the darkness in front of her seemed to bloom one after another fireworks, and the brilliant brilliance came and went, without the slightest fireworks that were easy to cold, and the brilliance was momentarily desolate. The intense brilliance seemed to light up the darkness that had been buried in her eyes for six years.

Little by little, layer by layer, it gradually became gorgeous and colorful.

The kiss lasted for a long time, and the lips gradually began to numb, the snow around them gradually piled up, and the cold became heavier and heavier. But even so, Hua Qingmo still didn't want to push it away.

She was afraid that if she moved slightly, she would find that it was really just a dream. Such an intimate gesture is just her, too much missing.

I don't know how long it took, but the hand on her eyes slowly took it away, and the touch on her lips disappeared. When she opened her eyes, she saw the person who was looking down at her with her arms propped up, so glorious, the most beautiful in the world, and the most cherished in her life.

The smile is like blood, and the eyes are gloomy.

A man like a demon, a white purple flute like a demon.

Hua Qingmo stared at him for a while, then suddenly pushed him away and sat up. Looking at the person in front of her, Hua Qingmo's expression instantly turned cold, and she lost the tenderness and sweetness just now: "Who are you?" ”

Bai Zixiao is dead, it is impossible for him to appear in front of her, it is impossible.

"What do you say?" Bai Zixiao was pushed to the other side of the green jade stone by Hua Qingmo, supporting her body with both hands, and her posture was lazy and casual. He looked at Hua Qingmo, and the smile on the corner of his lips was evil and weird, like a peony drinking blood, noble and gorgeous, and evil and bewitching.

Such a smile and demeanor are as familiar as bones for Hua Qingmo.

But she didn't believe it.

Unbelief.

"Who the hell are you? Bai Zixiao is dead, no matter who pretends to be him, I won't believe it. Hua Qingmo shook her head, her delicate face was whiter than snow at this time. Her hand rested on the green jade stone, and the snow falling on it was cold.

And her hands seemed to be cooler than snow.

"If you don't believe it, why are you so forgetful just now?" He smiled sevocatively and put his hand to his lips. His fingers, as white as snow, pressed against his bright, moist lips.

Perhaps because the color is too bewitching, Hua Qingmo feels that a large piece of blood-red lotus seems to bloom in front of her, and the beauty is unforgettable.

"Could it be that the most noble woman in the country of Xiao has always been so enthusiastic?" His fingers slipped from his lips in a sinister posture. At the same moment, the smile on the corner of his lips set off a demonic arc to the extreme. He slowly approached Hua Qingmo, white clothes and black hair, bright and thin lips, each of which was a color that was brilliant to the extreme.

Looking at the people who were getting closer, Hua Qingmo seemed to be escaping, wanting to go down from the green jade stone and then escape.

It's just that when she had this idea, the man grabbed her hand directly.

"Where to escape?" With a slight force, Hua Qingmo fell into the arms of that person, she wanted to struggle, but she was tightly bound by that person.

"You let me go." Hua Qingmo completely lost her mind at this time, and only knew how to struggle indiscriminately. In fact, as long as she uses the Liuyun Needle, maybe with a little internal force, she will definitely be able to escape from the shackles.

It's just that in the face of this person, she will always be panicked, and she will always be just a child.

"Do you just not believe I'm alive?" There was a slightly cold voice in his ears, which made Hua Qingmo calm down.

Quietly looking at everything in front of her, Hua Qingmo was silent and silent.

Can she still be trusted?

Six years was enough time for her to give up on any hope.

"Ten years ago, you grabbed my robe here, remember?" Bai Zixiao opened his mouth, and every word was extremely clear.

"Six years ago, in the Golden Palace, do you remember the last thing I said to you?"

There are countless things that can be said between them, and each of them is enough to convince Hua Qingmo of who he really is. But Bai Zixiao only said two things, their first encounter, and the final separation.

The beginning of fate, and the end of fate.

When Hua Qingmo heard this, her hands hanging on her sides trembled slightly. She slowly raised her hand, her fingers trembling like water waves. She wanted to hug the person in front of her and hug her fiercely, but her hand couldn't be controlled at the moment.

"Still don't believe it?" Bai Zixiao's tone had a slight smile. "Do you remember what you said in the desert that day and night? You call me a bastard, remember? ”

"I've kept you waiting for me so long, I'm a bastard indeed."

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