However, even though he was watching the game, Lee Junying was still concerned about the comfort in the field, especially the two peers who had made a cognition.

Guangcheng, Guangcheng, although I know you didn't mean to, but you turned against you too quickly, right?

Lee Jun-young hadn't yet gained a foothold, and the second wave of bombardment struck again.

"I*!" Li Junying almost drifted down the corridor into outer space this time, but instead of relying on his own strength to maintain this "almost", he was pulled by someone and fell into a fragrant and soft arms.

The wind and waves were very strong, not only the flames, but also the power of the thunder. Li Junying's eyes were still open, he only saw hair, hair flying, but not much, just like feeling the breeze.

It is long, permed and dyed burgundy curls.

Although he would feel the burning heat of difficulty if he didn't close his eyes in this situation, Lee Junyoung himself didn't know why, he couldn't close his eyes, and every second in front of him seemed to tell him that this was the meaning of life, the only light he could grasp after breaking through the darkness.

Until the smoke and dust cleared, Li Junying saw that face clearly-glory, this was the first word that appeared in his mind, and after that, he could never think of one more word to describe, he didn't dare to describe it again.

"Kid, go aside."

Lee Junyoung suspected that he had misheard, but he was indeed thrown out, and he really felt the shock. Then his heart was filled with question marks.

He glanced down the hall, and now only the king who was slumped in his chair was gone, and everyone else was gone, including the queen and the three in between. He saw another man, bearded, stocky, and stout, and this is not ...... Is Guangcheng his father?

To make matters worse, Guangcheng's father was injured in a puncture wound to his abdomen at the moment, which was not an explosion. Li Junying thought about it, and Guangcheng's father's bench was empty last time.

Bare dad was gently placed in the corner, beautiful ...... The goddess gave him a kiss: "Husband, you go back and wait for me first." ”

"No, I'm going to ...... with my children," Dad couldn't finish his sentence, and then he disappeared on the spot.

Wait a minute...... Belle...... Goddess...... Aunt?

And the light raised an eyebrow at Li Junying, and walked towards the middle of the field, stopping in the center of what seemed to be nothing. Then Li Junying heard her subtle voice: "What's going on, the whole family bucket." Forget it, I won't wade into this troubled water. ”

Then, Li Junying could only see the court king who seemed to be whispering.

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On this night, there was a strange sight in the sky: the stars and the moon rose at the same time, and the color of the night sky was close to the lake, and the sky and the earth met. Many of the stories of the market have been handed down, in figurative form, but none of them are the protagonists.

On a lotus leaf, the boy kneel here. His body was upward, but his fingers and eyes were downward. In front of him was a blood-colored lotus.

He stretched out his left hand, his fingertips still a little distance from the lotus flower, but the strange five-petaled flower was already building a connection with him.

The boy looked down stupidly, seemingly oblivious to the polluted water. There should be some kind of obsession in his heart, let him think about it, let him solve it, even if this answer is destined to take him thousands of years. And he doesn't care about the years, and he doesn't care about anything else.

There were stars falling and falling into the lake, without making too many waves, nor waking up the people in their dreams. Just walking with the fall, someone lit a Kong Ming lantern painted with the sun.

In mid-air, a graceful figure sat in the air.

"Ei, you really can't forget this false lake. Or do you really think it's fun to have a little kid put on your skin? ”

"I don't feel that way." Karaka's figure gradually appeared, he looked unreal, but now at least he looked like a person, he looked at another person in the air, "Ping'er, do you know what you look like now?" It's the best look you've ever looked like. ”

The queen held her chin and smiled softly: "The time I didn't meet you was my best time." ”

"You've broken my heart."

"Do you have a heart?"

Karaka raised an eyebrow, perhaps imperceptibly shaking her head. His expression is now more vivid than outside, and he no longer looks like a bitter and hateful one.

"When you're talking to me outside, you're either preparing to launch an offensive or sending people off. Now, what are you doing? ”

The queen looked up at him, expressionless.

"This is your world, and you pulled me in without knowing what I'm doing?"

"I see you like you're doing nothing."

"Then I didn't do it."

"It's not like you."

"It's not like you, either." The Queen's gaze remained fixed on the child below.

He was dressed in a red cloth robe, the ends of which fell like wings, the waves shining on his clothes, but there was a blank look in his eyes, like someone who catches a butterfly with his index finger.

At least for now, it seems that there is nothing to worry about, he is just trapped by some thoughts, a habitual method.

Karaka was also looking down, but there wasn't much interest in his eyes.

"Aren't you worried about them at all?"

The queen glanced at him again, briefly, as if to mock another ignorant and shallow man.

"Have you ever worried that I would kill you?"

Karaka smiled and said, "Indeed, the essence of these two questions is the same. But that doesn't rule out the possibility that they're lost in their minds. ”

"Maybe." The queen was noncommittal, "Why don't you share with me what kind of problems you have left behind?" ”

"It's not hard for you at all." Karaka looked at her as well, the first time the two had looked at each other here, as calm as their conversation.

And this time, the queen could not hold back any longer, stood up and raised her hands, and from top to bottom, the greatsword appeared, sliced through the sky, passed through Karaka's body, stirred up a wave in the lake, and disappeared from there.

Karaka's eyes didn't change in the slightest, and he just asked, "I tried again, how do you feel?" ”

"Failed again. What you do is really happening. The queen sat down again, looked down, and continued to observe her juniors.

And another voice, softly, answered her alone—"Well, you really should hate me. ”