Between her slender fingers was a dark green leaf, which was placed on her lips, and it blew slightly, and the beautiful music poured out.

Sensing the music, the man fingered, his thin lips curled, although shallow, but enough to captivate the world, and then followed her rhythm, and played with her, this melody is very special.

A flower is a world, a leaf is a pursuit.

A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

The sound, ever-changing, contains endless despair and pain, but it is beautiful and attractive, like a dance, gorgeous and elegant, but it is torn apart in an instant.

The once beautiful scene is gone, replaced by an endless abyss, dark and bottomless.

Hope turns to despair, dreams turn into nightmares, all the beauty is just a dream, a dream that is gorgeous to the extreme.

A dream that makes people willing to die and be addicted......

Like poppies, once they get close, they can't escape, but they are willing to eat.

Obviously he has found out, but he still has to pretend that he doesn't know anything, and in the end, he is heartbroken.

Do you mean you're naïve? Or are you ignorant?

Some people and some things, even if you want to escape, you are destined to be unable to escape in this life.

Fate can really be changed, or it can be changed, but it is that I don't want to change it, and I am willing to sink.

At the end of the song, the illusion is false, but it is also true.

Mu Xue raised her eyes lazily, her eyes were always cold and ruthless, cold to the point of shock, and would never change.

She used a slight force in her hand, and in an instant, the leaves turned into powder and scattered in her hand, and since it was used up, it had no effect.

Luo Yuchen stroked the body of the piano, smiled lightly, and asked, "This doesn't seem to be the song of that night." ”

"It's not."

"Didn't you say that there would only be that song?"

"This is not Shaw."

Because Xiao Xue's song is enough.

The two chatted, and the topic changed to swordsmanship again, Luo Yuchen took out his saber and danced a set of void swordsmanship, his clothes fluttering, and his posture was elegant.

Finished, Mu Xueyi casually broke off a branch, and also practiced his set of swordsmanship, every move and style are almost the same, this set of swordsmanship seems to be ethereal but hidden mysteries, and although she is beautiful when she uses it, it is full of fierceness and anger.

On another tree, the old man in a Taoist robe stroked his beard, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and he felt that the two were unusually compatible.

Why do people like to sit in trees these days?

Mu Xueyi's face was expressionless, she clenched the branch in her hand, and with a strong wave, a strong air flow flew out, and the direction she went was the tree where the old man of Tianji was staying.