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Zhong Liyu just wanted to leave with the boat. Hearing this, he stopped moving. Also a smile. "Of course."

"That's right." Meng Hui smiled lightly. Meng. I like it too."

Lian Zhou heard his words. Suddenly, he raised his head from Zhong Liyu's arms. Clear eyes looked at him. The brow furrowed tightly.

"Do you know why I never killed her?" Meng Hui didn't wait for Zhong Liyu to speak. Conveniently." The reason is . I can't bear it."

Zhong Liyu felt the body of the girl in his arms tremble. He put his arm around Lianzhou's shoulders. frowned and looked at Meng Hui: "What the hell do you want to say."

Tang Li placed one hand on his chest. The limbs rubbed against the smooth chin. The peach blossom eyes that are a little crimson are rare to have a moment of tranquility. He has been friends with Meng Hui for many years. Naturally, I know that Meng Hui has a lot of eyes. This time. He was so candid. What is the idea of getting to the bottom?

Waterfall flowing in the distance. Towering. It's like a magnificent nine-day silver practice. Birds chirping. Rock Anritsu. Movement and stillness are appropriate. A man in a green coat and a white fur stands in the middle of the crowd. Black hair fluttering. Long body jade. Looking over from the top of the mountain. It's like a splashed landscape painting.

Zhong Liyu stood there. Meng looked back at him. Don't be afraid because he's the crown prince. He is Tsing Yi Zhuo Li. The temperament is sparse and indifferent. The hem of the clothes is slightly moving. He lifted his foot and took a step forward.

Zhong Liyu raised his eyebrows. The hand is wrapped more tightly around Lianzhou's shoulder. The wind is like a hand. Stir up the green waves of the woods. The figures of one blue and one white looked at each other coldly. Behind him, the black ground was full of their respective guards. The atmosphere is tense. Imminent.

Meng Hui didn't go to grab Lianzhou. He glanced at her. Gently tugging at the corners of his lips. "What do I want to say?" He lowered his voice. Give an answer." Mother Gui is really a veteran of Fengyue.**The woman who came out. Worthy of ......" he stopped with great skill. Don't go any further. But everyone who could hear him understood what he meant.

Worthy. Delicious and delicious. Hospitality Kung Fu. Class.

Meng Hui succeeded in misleading everyone about Lianzhou. Why is she still not dead? Why can you still live well. Because she's a prostitute. Lord. Use your body as a bargaining chip. aroused the affection of his master. So Rao is crazy. As long as the body and face are in. No worries.

The wind is getting lighter. Poured into a narrow valley in the distance. Narrow tube effect. The wind screams. Like the desolate whimper of a woman in someone's house. Lian Zhou raised his eyes. There is some pale stubbornness in the chin. The eyes are generally watery. Early spring. The cold of the steep.

Zhong Liyu's hand around her shoulder loosened a little. She didn't care. She just looked at Meng Hui. Didn't bite her lip. Didn't make a fist. Calm without sorrow or joy.

The hand around her shoulder was weak. Falling. She stands alone. The clothes are so thin that they sway in the wind.

She curled the corners of her lips. Slowly and bitterly, he said, "Thanks for the compliment. Meng Gongzi loves. It's a lotus boat. It's an honor."

Teenage girl with black hair flying. Dancing in single clothes. Black and white entangled. Like a deep banner on the altar. Time flies. Smoke and dust roll up. There are several Nandan trees in the forest. The leaves grow late. The wind pierced through the bare branches. The air is surging. An unbearable moan sounded. Between the empty valleys. No one knows. In the end, it was the wind that forced the growth of the tree. Or the sharp branches of the Nandan tree pierced the swaying of the wind. Whimpering with the wind. Finally. Whose mind is it?

Lianzhou raised his slender neck. Blood oozed from the instep of Zhong Liyu's bandaged foot. Ran so far. Her shoes were scratched by spikes or thorns in the forest. Blood stained the ground beneath her feet.

She was silent. Laugh lightly. The eyes are like stars.

Be sure to push her to the brink.

Zhong Liyu must misunderstand her. Cut off the idea of him protecting her.

He doesn't have to rob. Just three or two words. destroyed her backing. Hands are not stained with blood. Neat.

Zhong Liyu stood next to her. Bone fingers white. Silence.

The mountains are full of people. She swept lightly. There are too many people. With her weak body. I can't beat it at all.

This was in ancient times. Zhong Liyu is the crown prince. Behind him is Xuan Yin's guard. Even if I care about her in my heart. It's impossible to be so generous that you don't care about anything. Regardless of face. Despite the ridicule of his subordinates. Continue. Firmly defend her.

So. Her only option. It's just a matter of being caught. Follow him.

Follow him. For Shang Yun'er. Funeral accompaniment.

Why. I'm going to die again.

Life is as heavy as blackened stinking water.

Velvet florets are finely sprinkled. Milky white petals with small petals. Wipe the girl's delicate eyebrows. Scattered like stars in the sky. The girl stood with her head up. Hair strands stick to the little spiky face. Like a paper kite's black broken thread. Shake and fall. Floating on the white lotus in the water. She smiled faintly. The blood under his feet never stops. Scattered. She was standing there. Like a blooming rose. Poignant to the extreme.

This moment. The sad state of mind is not because Meng Hui said something like that. Not for him to hurt again. It's not because Zhong Liyu refuses to believe her. Mistakenly thought she was cheap and lowly enough to sell her body. It's not that Tang Li wants to say and stop. Eyes that want to care and retreat. Not everyone is watching the fire from the other side. A lot of people thought so. Neither.

The real reason. It's that she's alone. It's her weakness. It's her helpless. and to the cage of doom.

This. She's not afraid of death. She's afraid of getting it. Life is better than death.

The sun pulls down obliquely. Her body is mapped into a silhouette.

Meng Hui looked deeply at the girl in front of him. She smiled like that. But there was a dead silence in his eyes. He frowned. There was a moment of hesitation. I used this method to block her way. Keep her around. Is it going to hurt her. She is not. It's very uncomfortable.

Blood poured from the girl's feet. Meng Hui looked a little distressed. Her head never lowered. Quietly stubborn. He looked into her clear eyes. A very complicated feeling suddenly surged in my heart. It's like the afternoon half a year ago. He pushed her door open. See her emaciated little face. I saw her running forward barefoot. Smiling eyes curled around his waist. Call him. Brother Xiaoqi. That's how it feels. It's been more than half a year. Until today. Like a thorn. Pierced into his heart. He felt sorry for her. Every time I find an excuse to approach her. I couldn't help but want to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes for her. She always has her little head up. Pull her sleeve. Call him. Brother Xiaoqi.

It's the same now. She cares. It wasn't him who ruined her name in public. It's that person's distrust and misunderstanding. She cares. Not his harm. It was the man's silence and hesitation. Childhood. But because of him. There is a suspicion. You can't guess anymore.

Spring is hazy. The valley is covered with wind and sand. It's like an empty city.

Lian Zhou smiled. Lifting the bloodied foot with difficulty. Finally. Step out.