Taking a few steps forward, Ink Frost looked back at the man hiding behind the tree and shrunk his head, and Suzaku immediately gave a gesture of encouragement when he saw the man turn around, and then retracted again.

Tear through the waist-high grass and follow the path that has already been walked on.

Among the flowers and grass stood a hut, surrounded by a cleared lot, and there was still smoke in the chimney of the thatched hut.

The man walked briskly to think about how to greet the other party, and after thinking for a while, he already had a plan in his heart - he only had to lure people out, and leave the rest of the things to Suzaku to deal with.

After making up a few shoddy excuses, Ink Frost walked to the door of the hut and knocked on the door, and asked softly, "Is anyone there?"

After waiting for a while and no one answered, he knocked on the door again and repeated, "Is anyone home?"

Still no one responded.

It seemed that Suzaku had come by accident, and neither of them was at home, and then he turned his head to look in the direction of the thick tree not far away, and saw the man in red.

"Let's see later. Ink Frost thought to herself, and found a place to sit.

Just as he was about to be bored, he faintly heard a burst of laughter like silver bells, apparently the voices of two women.

For some reason, Ink Frost's heart trembled, and she hurriedly stood up and hid behind the tree next to her.

The laughter is approaching, and the heart is beating faster.

He didn't understand why he was hiding like Suzaku, so he walked out again and called Suzaku a few times, but he didn't see the other party's movement. At that moment, he settled down in a somewhat flustered mind, and strode towards the direction of the sound.

A few steps forward, he saw two delicate figures cheering among the sea of flowers floating like a wave.

A few steps further, a white and a green figure dances in the vast gorgeous fragrance, like two graceful butterflies dancing lightly to their beloved flowers.

Closer, the delicate and smooth arms like white jade in the sun, caressing the flowers.

Closer, the thin waist that can be held in one palm swayes lightly between the red and purple in the sky.

A little closer, the woman in green's bright red lips were in front of her, a small black mole was born next to the cherry mouth, two dimples on her face that were visible with a smile, her thick and slender eyelashes covered her low-hanging eyes with a small shadow, and her blown-tearable skin had a faint pink in the clear skylight.

A string of pure gold bracelets on her wrist glittered in the sun, a string of gold bells hung from her exposed thin waist, and her small and lovely navel looked quiet and shy under Jin Ling's trembling.

- It's a beauty!

Ink Frost watched secretly not far away, and in her ears was the undulating, rhythmic notes of the woman in green shaking the golden bell when she danced.

Presumably, the bell around her waist was a special one, used as a musical instrument, and Ink Frost couldn't help but think as she looked at the man's graceful and lively dancing.

And what about the man in white?

Different from the bold outfit of the woman in green with an open waist and open shoulders, the woman wore a white gauze skirt with wide sleeves and a thin waist. She kept her back to herself, as if she was admiring the amorous dancing of the woman in green.

Her long hair fluttered in the wind, pale in the sunlight, and her sleeves and skirt poured a serenity and serenity in the air.

You don't have to do anything...... She blends with the flowers and plants of the world, corresponds to the blue sky and white clouds, and is in harmony with the earth.

What kind of leisurely feeling is that, twilight rain and spring dew?

- But at a glance, others become foils.

The head of the woman in white finally began to slowly turn with the dance steps of the beauty in the green shirt.

The soft and proud lines of the side face are reflected in the eyes of men, the small and straight nose bridge, the elegant and smiling red lips, the restrained and affectionate phoenix eyes, the picturesque willow leaf thin eyebrows, the full forehead and the slightly pointed chin......

Ink Frost's pupils began to contract, his breathing began to be rapid, his heart seemed to be pinched by someone hard, and the soreness stinged for no reason.

"It's her!

Without the comfort of watching the beautiful woman in blue clothes dance a moment ago, I only felt that my chest was stuffy and my whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Taking a few steps back, the man hurriedly hid behind a row of trees next to him, trying to calm his mood.

As soon as Da Zelin saw it, he drew the line between white and black, light and darkness on the tip of his heart.

She makes him yearn, but she has no qualifications to yearn for;

She made him covet, but she didn't have the guts to covet it;

She drove him crazy, but she struggled with it.

He felt that she was a light that could illuminate all the corners of the world where the sun could not shine, a fire that awakened and warmed the homeless outcasts in the cold winter months, and a drop of water that gave life in the dry desert...... However, she will never belong to him.

He wanted to kneel in front of her, let those soft white hands caress the top of his head, and then gently encouraged: "Don't be afraid, you still have me." ”

He also wanted to show the scars of his body in her eyes, so that her delicate fingertips were full of sorrow, and then asked worriedly, "Does it hurt?"

He wanted to hold it rudely and brutally in his arms, so that she couldn't break free and couldn't move!

He wanted to kiss her, to feel her graceful and mesmerizing lines, but he wanted to crush her, to smash the white that was visible and invisible, and to fall into darkness with himself!!

......

If they were together in the night, would there be no more barriers?

If they are in the shadows, can there be no more obstacles?

If they are in the dark, can they embrace each other?

............

The teeth clenched hard, the lips trembled, and the moment I saw her, the tears finally broke the oath.

- He couldn't do it.

He can't do the bloodshed and tears that demon warriors deserve;

He couldn't bury his head in her bosom for comfort;

He couldn't even show his wounds in front of her without hiding them - the tattoo with special meaning alone made it impossible for him to look up in front of her.

In fact...... He wanted to talk to her but was afraid that his mind would be seen through, and he wanted to be with her but was afraid that his filth would tarnish her whiteness.

So, after that, every time he thought of her or saw her, no matter how happy he was before, he would eventually become dull.

This is his poison—a poison that makes him heart-piercing, bony-free, but also willing and coveted.

Seeing is not pleased, avoiding is unavoidable, thinking is thirsty, and asking is not available.

That's what she means to him.

The lines with hidden lines on the body began to slowly cut into the flesh, and the ghost light buried under the clothes emitted a cold and piercing coldness, forcibly pulling back the messy thoughts of the originally teary-eyed person.

The alert man clutched his chest and snorted, wiping away the excess droplets of water that hung all over his face with his arms indiscriminately and rudely.

He didn't look into the distance, his deep, dark eyes stopped at the trunk of a tree in front of him, the trunk of which had rough and withered bark, and the bark was covered with a web of insects.

At that moment, the empty pupils began to focus, the sad look began to fade, the desolation of the face was trampled to the soles of the feet, and the slack body began to stand upright.

The Adam's apple wriggles up and down, swallowing the fishy sweetness of the lower tooth tip.

He began to calm his state of mind, letting the pain of the hidden thread in his muscles distract him from the sobbing in his heart, and letting the cold on the lines freeze his cowardice and affection.

- He's no one, he's just an ordinary demon warrior, a dark chess piece cultivated in the hands of the left power envoy!

A chess piece doesn't need superfluous things, it just needs to be a qualified weapon - it can kill without hesitation or become a shield for others without hesitation.

"Born to fight, die to fight, immortal and immortal, burn ......like fire," the man closed his eyes as he recited the words that the daily pre-school discipline in the school hall always asked them to repeat.

When the eyes were opened again, it was as cold as ice.

The expressionless man strode towards the woman's position with his head held high.

The green-clothed beauty saw this uninvited guest first, stopped dancing, and said softly in the ear of another woman: "Little master, someone is here." Then he looked at the bold man and smiled.

The little palace master was stunned, turned his head and couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the person who came, and asked with some uncertainty: "Mo ...... Frost ......?"

"I've seen the little palace master. The man thumped his chest with his left hand and bowed slightly.

The little palace master hurriedly went up to excuse himself, but was avoided when his hands were about to touch the man, and Ink Frost took a step back, his eyes finally looking involuntarily at the ground.

"You...... What's wrong?" the woman looked at the man strangely, completely puzzled as to why the relationship between the two had suddenly become so severe.

"It's okay, I'm fine. Ink Frost spoke lightly, without any emotion.

The little palace master smiled slightly with a hint of worry: "I haven't seen you for a long time, it seems to be ...... Grew taller again. I'm stronger and more manly. ”

“...... Thank you. The man's eyes were on tiptoe.

A pleasant and crisp bell rang, and the corners of the eyes did not pass the slender waist and small navel.

"Oh, are you shy? We won't eat you again. The voice of the woman in Tsing Yi was sweet, completely different from the light and soft of the little palace master.

was still hesitating, and there was a magnified delicate face in front of him, a pair of bright almond eyes against the ink frost's lowered eyes.

The man was startled and raised his head, seeing that the beauty in Tsing Yi in front of him actually put her head in front of her face in an extremely strange posture, and the flexibility of her body was amazingly good.

"Where did you come from? The light blue eyes looked at the ink cream with a smile: "But it seems to be funny." He chuckled.

The little palace master knocked on the forehead of the green-clothed beauty and smiled: "Okay, don't be naughty." It's ink, I told you before. ”

"Hey, he's Ink Cream!" I don't know what the beauty in green thought of very happy, she hugged the little palace master's arm, and then whispered something in her ear, followed by the green beauty's coquettish laughter and the little palace master's "Go away!".

The woman pushed the green-clothed beauty aside, and there was another sound of golden bells.

The little palace master stretched out his green finger and pointed at the beauty: "Feng Qing'er, if you talk nonsense again, I will let you go back!"