Dead.

A slender figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window stood there quietly, and the white moon in the sky hid into the clouds at some point, and the sky was dark and black.

Fu Zichen is always dressed in ancient clothes at home, and the three thousand green silks are lazily and casually draped behind his head.

It's still the cyan robe of memory.

The cold jade-like face looked extremely pale, and he lowered his eyes to look at the white lorazepam tablets in his hand, and after a few seconds of silence, he poured into his lips without saying a word.

Close and cool and swallow together.

Even the loneliness and desolation with him were devoured together.

He micro. Gasp. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel my head groggy, one hand propped up on the floor-to-ceiling window, and stared down at the night. The night is cold and boundless.

Fu Zichen also has a house in S City, a new house that he has only recently settled in, and there is still a smell of renovated paint in the air, although it is not obvious, it is enough to make him, a person with sensitive nerves, uncomfortable.

He always had insomnia at night and simply didn't sleep.

The night was lonely and long, and it was hard for him to get through.

Fu Zichen glanced back at Fu Tianhan's closed door, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning, and it was estimated that the young man had completely fallen asleep before he took the pills.

Dumping Han has stopped allowing him to eat since he found out that this is a medicine to relieve depression and paralyze his nerves, but he really can't help it, lorazepam tablets have been completely integrated into his bones over time, and have become an indispensable spiritual food, sickly crazy.

The blue streamer flashed in the wide cuffs, Fu Zichen twisted his brows slightly, flicked his sleeves, and a touch of almost transparent blue crystal floated quietly in front of his eyes.

The crystal trembled faintly, and a human face faintly appeared, and slowly, it became more and more obvious.

The crystal was as crystal clear as a mirror, and gradually a black-robed man appeared, the man had a face that was so pale as cold jade that there was almost no blood, his facial features were extremely beautiful, but there was a cold air, and a bright red manzhu sawa on his right cheek bloomed on it.

Demon smelt like fire.

He is beautiful, but he is also mortally dangerous.

Fu Zichen's face sank completely after seeing his appearance clearly, "It's you, what's the matter?" ”

Night Cloud Nightmare chuckled lightly, his eyebrows and eyes full of playful contempt, "Fu Zichen, why are you pretending to be Sven here? I don't know what kind of character you have? ”

He is the revered Hades of hell, who has been in charge of the fate and life and death of people from all walks of life since thousands of years ago.

"......" Fu Zichen didn't speak.

Nightmare raised an eyebrow, his gaze behind him, and he could see through the crystal, "Are you really used to living in modern times?" ”

"What does it have to do with you?" The face of the man in Tsing Yi sank, since he experienced the official confrontation with Jun Wuyan a few days ago, the anger in his heart could not be dissipated.

"Look at your weak appearance, how beautiful you were when you made a deal with me, and now..."

Nightmare shook his head with a smile, a mocking expression:

"It's really a trick..."

"Get down to business." Fu Zichen's tone was very cold.

"When are you going to wake up her memory?" Nightmare rubbed the black ring on the belly of his right finger, and a pair of blood-colored enchanting eyes gleamed with a dull light.

Fu Zichen was silent and lowered his eyelids wordlessly.

He knew who this "she" was.

"There's no hurry." For a long time, Fu Zichen just slowly opened his lips and spit out these two words, and the tips of his right fingers trembled slightly.

In fact, he also wanted to, but he was scared after all.

He was never afraid of being hurt by her, but he was afraid of...

I'm afraid that she will fall into the abyss of no return again.