The history museum in the resort is located in the north of the park, and there are very few people who go to it, and there are only a few dozen people in the whole museum when Xia Shiyu and Mu Liangqi arrive.

When she found Bai Sushu, she was staring at an ancient painting with Yan Sheng, who she had met by chance.

"Student Shi Yu, Mr. Mu." Yan Sheng said hello, as for why Mu Liangqi was here, Bai Sushu had already told him about his previous encounters, including the ghost city of Xudu and Zuo Yu he had met before.

"Is there anything special about this painting? You two are so fascinated. ”

Xia Shiyu is talking about the ink painting, which is at least a thousand years old, and it depicts a catastrophe in history, a snow disaster called [White Night], "This is the ...... White Nights? ”

Yan Sheng also saw this history in the family history books: "It is said that the demon clan in the human world was rampant at that time, and the demon emperor sent a heavy snowstorm, so the white sea got its name. ”

The last time I heard this story was when Mu Liangqi confessed to her.

"Demon Emperor?" Bai Sushu looked at the green jade bracelet on his wrist, perhaps because he was also entangled by Zuo Yu, Bai Sushu has now begun to study the stories of gods and ghosts, and he can't wait to read all the historical books and novels.

"This is just the original legend, such a big demon will not easily set foot in the other world, it is easy to arouse the jealousy of the other five worlds, not to mention...... No one can prove whether this legend is true or not. Yan Sheng observed Mu Liangqi's dynamics, but the other party was unexpectedly calm.

I looked at a few more landscape figures, and what impressed Xia Shiyu the most was a beautiful picture, the women's group fan on the painting covered her face, leaving only a pair of charming eyes for the visitors, still holding the pipa, and the appearance of wanting to talk was really moving.

"You say how captivating this woman should be, her eyes are beautiful!" A group of male students of the same grade who walked by the side had a heated discussion, and the boys and girls of this age were full of curiosity about the opposite sex.

Yan Sheng and Bai Sushu were chatting about the bracelet, while Xia Shiyu was thinking about what Lang Yue said to him before, only Mu Liangqi stared at the painting, his eyes crossed, and the scroll seemed to tremble, but it didn't attract too many people's attention.

【Nighttime】

That night, Xia Shiyu slept peacefully in the room, and after putting on the necklace, it seemed that his sleep had become better, and he didn't see the woman called the 'flower god' in his dreams again......

The floor-to-ceiling window was opened, and a long figure walked in.

Lang Yue walked into the room, looking at Xia Shiyu on the bed sleeping sweetly, his black hair was scattered on the pillow, his curled eyelashes were like flying butterflies resting on Ruyu's face, and his slightly upturned cherry pink lips looked particularly attractive at the moment, but these were destined not to belong to him.

At this moment, he finally understood what his father meant when he said that the strong man is the king, if he is strong enough, he will definitely not give his beloved to others.

To get stronger......

Lang Yue knew that he couldn't stay for a long time, and if Mu Liangqi found out, he wouldn't be able to leave, so he took a deep look at Xia Shiyu and whispered: "We'll see you again, Shi Yu." ”

After a long time, Xia Shiyu never saw Lang Yue, and the people from Shengde High School said that he had transferred schools, and more people said that he had gone abroad to inherit the family business.

When they met again, it was when Xia Shiyu went to the demon world, so I won't mention it here.

It's just that not long after Lang Yue left, a dark cloud covered the originally soft moonlight, and a woman was vaguely seen walking towards the bed.

The man was wearing a blue embroidered dress, and the melon seed face had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, but the corners of the mouth and the roots of the ears were deeply wounded by the blades, and the lower half of the face was covered with black stitches, like a terrible doll that had been poorly sewn.

"I want to ...... Your face ......"