Bai Ge's fingertips carefully caressed the outline of the painting, as if looking at the most pious faith in this life.

"If you can still meet, can't you, don't leave me behind......"

After speaking, he lowered his head, his eyes moistened, poured a bunch of medicines into the water cup, and then raised his head and drank it.

The moment he fell, he knocked over the vase, and the back of his hand was cut by sharp hard thorns.

Blood splattered on the ground.

Like a delicate rose.

In the fog, he seemed to see a cold figure, walking slowly towards him.

"Xiao Chen, it's me."

"Ziqian, I'm back."

"Xiao Ge, I'm here."

Bai Ge smiled, and his bright smile smeared a pair of beautiful starry eyes, "Ah Wan." ”

The night fell silently.

He Li pushed the door in, and saw Bai Ge lying in the middle of the dried petals, and the expression on his face changed drastically.

The gift box in Zhang Feng's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he ran forward in a panic and helped him up.

"Ge Ye!"

He Li reached out and picked up the scattered sleeping pill bottles, his eyes were sour, and he gritted his teeth and slammed them on the ground, "I shouldn't believe your words." ”

A highly sought-after young painter who has set off a stream-of-consciousness haute hue frenzy in the art world.

Luxury brands in the fashion industry have followed suit, launching collections that are sold out before they are even released.

The sluggish market was instantly speculated, and some people described it as "Mr. White, bringing the spring of art and fashion." ”

He is a well-deserved king of the art world.

But after the death of his lover, he disappeared, and no one could find a trace of him.

It wasn't until half a year later that he was found in the villa, along with the painting he dedicated to his lover.

Silent withering and departing.

This news caused a huge shock in public opinion and brought a lot of fluctuations to the entire fashion circle.

This painter is called Bai Ge.

Just lit a cluster of fireworks with a paintbrush, but it lit up the night sky of the entire fashion world.

The paintings he left behind were regarded as color textbooks, but no one dared to follow them.

"Because you don't have the fanaticism of his love."

No one, knows how crazy he is.

……

Qianye watched the water mirror slowly become transparent, and the curvature of the corners of her lips gradually became bitter.

You know what you want.

If this god wants to be realized, it is against the ruthless way of the supreme being.

Qianwan's fingers gathered, brushed his sleeves to break up the water mirror, walked to the stone table, and picked up a book of life again.

Flipping through the first page of the book of life, frowning slightly, "Blood Clan ......"

The blood clan, with blood as a ritual, cultivates the art of immortality, which is not tolerated by the sun.

The kingdom of the world is divided into three, the southern silver country is respected, the eastern Ling country is second, the western Kyaukguo is destroyed by the silver country, and the old department retreats to the extreme west, guarding a city, called Mocheng.

The dark night forest in the north, which does not see daylight all year round, is the hinterland of the blood race, and no one dares to enter the human race without a pass.

Ai Qianwan, the third priest of the blood clan.

The Blood Clan Elder asserts that the coming of the Son of the Dark Demon will cause the two clans to fight each other, and a bloody storm is inevitable.

Ai Qianwan was ordered to strangle the son of the dark demon, Shu Yuan.

Shu Yuan is the lord of Mo City, and Ai Qianwan's aura of tracking was detected by the female thinker beside him and set up a plan.

Let Ai Qianwan be surrounded and suppressed, exposed to the sun, and when he was dying, he was rescued by Yueling and took care of him for half a year.

So the master, who had lived for two hundred years, turned his heart astray.

Love is vigorous, in order to transform Yueling, he almost gave his life to it.

Yueling is the protector of Mocheng.

Therefore, the original owner exchanged the soul power of the blood clan for the glazed jade, just to cover up the breath on Shu Yuan's body, and also got involved in the human race dispute, and killed the lord of the silver country for Shu Yuan.

Just for Shu Yuan......

In this way, let Yueling go.

Who knew that Yueling's beloved had died, and he had already broken off his love, and it was impossible for him to become a transformation bloodline.

Ai Qianwan felt deceived and angry, and wanted to destroy Mocheng, but was set up by a female think tank.

The glazed jade was stolen, and the blood clan noticed it, attracting the priests of the fourth degree to kill the defectors.

Ai Qianwan's soul power was damaged, and he was easily wiped out.

Only then did she find out that her soul power had already been taken away by Shu Yuan, and he became the new third-degree priest.

And Yueling, who she misses in her heart, is Shu Yuan's own brother.

Everything before was just a ploy.

A new plane.

(End of chapter)