Jin Ruo held Chu Xia's hand and kept running, kept running, crossed time, crossed space, the road in the distance was infinitely stretched, and there was no end to the front - where to go, where are you going to take me?

The air around him began to distort faintly, and the ground under his feet changed its solid texture, losing its eternal solidity that belonged to the land, sometimes soft and sometimes fluctuating, and every foot he stepped on was unusually unsteady, even frightening—running like this full of danger, as if he would step on the air in the next second.

The world is dark, the wind in the ears is slightly cool, bringing sober coldness to the brain, in early summer, I saw the orange-yellow cheongsam of Jin Ruo flying dyed blood red, and the ingenious pair of maid buns gradually fell apart, flying in the air, and the body gradually became plump and slender from the immature child's body - the Jin Ruo holding his hand in front of him was changing at a strange speed, changing, no longer like Jin Ruo, but like, but like another person-

- "Hurry up, hurry up, it's too late, it's too late, we're going to save Miss..... Save the master! ”

"Huh?" Chu Xia was puzzled, and didn't understand Jin Ruo's strange words, and Jin Ruo, who had been only running forward, suddenly turned his head back, and what appeared in front of Chu Xia's eyes at this moment was Jin Ruo's bewitching face that was completely different from the previous aura and compelling Qingxiu! But, such a familiar face, who does she recognize this face? Is this still Jinruo? This is clearly the face of the grass heart!

Jin Ruo is the heart of grass!

"Flower charm! You're the one who brought me in before! Hatsu said with his eyes wide open in disbelief. I thought that Hua Mei was hiding where to observe herself, but I didn't expect that she had actually been by her side for the past few days, as Jinruo, as a maid with herself! Ah, what are you talking about experiencing grief, what is your purpose?!

Cao Xin's bright and brilliant eyes were red and swollen, full of tears, but she refused to fall, trying to suppress her sadness, she choked up and said, "Xiao Xia...... Let's go! ”

Hurry up, but where to go?

Early Summer couldn't break free of the grass heart's hand, or rather, she had not been able to let go of the grass heart - the early summer suddenly realized that what kind of Jinruo was holding her hand and running all the time, obviously she was holding the blood-stained grass flower that she took out from the dark compartment all along!

Is it because of the illusion that your subconscious is also coveting the power of this grass and flower, but it is countered?

Is it because he subconsciously covets her power but is quite distrustful and wants to escape from the grass-hearted [domain]?

Is it because he was too conceited about the power of the blood worm and despised the natal artifact left by his grandmother?

Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither, and when she finally realized something, the Jinruo in front of her had disappeared.

Only the grass flower in his hand has a warm and clear texture.

At this moment, it was obvious that she was holding the grass flower in early summer, and with the help of the devouring power of the blood worm, she crushed her domain, which also accelerated the unstable operation of this domain, so that all the circulation here lost its rules and was full of disorderly chaos.

Since when? Since when? Completely unaware, in early summer, she had already entered the rift in the sky that had been eaten by blood insects. It's just that in the cracks, it's not what she sees, what she imagines, her own home, but the more disordered grass-hearted [domain]!

What is the experience of love, in fact, this domain dominated by grass heart, when the first moment of the early summer with a variety of bloodlines, the dominance has long been controlled by anyone.

Running in the rift of the domain, facing the chaotic timing, where did she come? Where is she going?

The rapidly changing scenes around opened a new round of freeze frame, the four seasons in the domain, countless residual leaves scattered with the wind, from the cracks in the sky, to the intricate ancient buildings on the ground.

"You can't do that!" The ethereal female voice, mixed with obvious old state, is still unusually familiar.

This voice came from far, far away, and this voice was just around the corner.

In the early summer, I found that the scene around me had changed to the familiar Dongcheng, and in the study of the West Wing, a woman was angrily accusing something.

"Why can't I do this?! Lang'er, don't be too naïve, you've been married to me for thirty years, and you still don't understand? My Nankang's fate.... You are also bound to me with the fate that must be accepted.... Won't you be unwilling?! Damn it, fate! ”

"I know the pain in your heart." The female voice gradually softened, but she could still feel the explosive power in it, and the resoluteness in the words, early summer approached the west wing, the ghost sent the gods, her back pressed against the sandalwood door, trying to understand their quarrel: "I am willing to suffer with you, I love you, but I will not agree to anything about this matter - I will definitely stop you!" ”

"Oh? Try it, can you stop me, even though, I love you as much as you love me. ”

"I'm going to stop you!"

There was a bang, like the sound of something being broken, and Chu Xia was so shocked that he shuddered.

"Who?!"

The people inside the door spoke in unison, and the closed sandalwood door was suddenly opened, and a middle-aged couple with familiar eyebrows and eyes appeared in front of Chu Xia's eyes together, with a wary look and a flash of ferocity at the bottom of their eyes.

Familiar ferocity.

It was Linlang and Qi who had entered middle age, and that was - grandparents who were still young in early summer.

And when they saw Chu Xia standing at the door stunned, their tense expressions gradually relaxed, and the middle-aged Qi said to Chu Xia: "It's Xiao Xia, did you send me the tea I said before?" Put it inside. ”

"Huh?" Chu Xia suddenly found that there was an extra plate in his hand at some point, and there was a pot of freshly brewed tea on the plate - yes, she was Chu Xia, but he was also Xiao Xia, a maid in Dongcheng.

In early summer, she carefully put the tea on the table in the back room, and then carefully retreated, but deliberately slowed down her movements, just to take another look at the person she cherished in her heart - when her eyes finally saw Linlang, the cordial warmth buried deep in her heart became more and more intense, and then she couldn't help but indulge in this rare cordial warmth for a short time, and her heart began to be inexplicably pantothenic and aggrieved - is it you? The best and best person for herself, the grandmother who died when she was seven years old......

As soon as her eyes were wet, she approached Linlang in early summer, stretched out her hand slightly and wanted to touch it, but her hand was halfway out but it was stagnant in mid-air, and the stiff action of adjusting the position of the water cup - she didn't dare to touch, she was afraid that if she touched it, she would become a flower in the moon mirror in the water, and everything would disappear, and she was even more afraid that once she touched it, her tears would burst, she would hold Linlang and cry bitterly, telling herself how much she missed you, how much she missed you, and buried herself in Linlang's arms, talking about the past, and then crying well - she has not been good at all these years, After you left, grandpa's treatment of me was not good at all..... In that case, in that case, she might sink into this realm with a grandmother, and never want to go out again.

"Why does Xiao Xia look aggrieved? Is Jinruo bullying you! Linlang asked with concern, her voice and face were as charming as she was, and although she was middle-aged, she still had the same charm. She stroked Chu Xia's head and said gently: "You tell Jinruo that if she bullies you again, I will reweave her and make her flowers and leaves!" ”

Re-weaving? Be my flower leaves?

In early summer, I was in a trance for a while before I gradually understood the meaning of Linlang, yes, Jin Ruo is the grass heart, the grass heart is the charm of the grass flower, the grass flower is woven with the grass, which can be woven into, and it can also be disassembled and rearranged - Linlang She knows that if the brocade is the grass flower, Linlang must also know that Jin Ruo is the grass heart, because the grass heart is Linlang's magic weapon.

So what about her, what is she, the self she turned into as the "Xiao Xia" in their mouths? Jin Ruo, why does she often bully Xiao Xia to the extent that even the master is partial to Xiao Xia?

Vaguely remembered another dark blue flower in the dark grid, could Xiao Xia be ..... Could it be.......

"You ......" Chu Xia whispered, wanting to say something, and suddenly, everything in front of him seemed to disappear and reorganize again, and the speed of transformation was outrageously fast, suddenly, a darkness, a snowflake after a white darkness! Without Linlang, there is no enlightenment at all, and even the West Wing does not exist.

The texture of the grass flower in the hand is a little too warm, through the subtle light emitted by the grass flower, countless silver particles are scattered and flying in the clear sky, reflecting the dark night, dazzling and beautiful. I don't know when I started in front of me, the disappeared Jin Ruo appeared again, still wearing a maid's bun, wearing an orange and yellow cheongsam, and puffing out two cheeks panting to pull early summer to keep running, while running and saying that it was too late to say anything, words and deeds are still familiar to early summer, but it also made early summer inexplicably feel more cordial, this Jin Ruo, who does not belong to the grass heart, appeared again, she pulled herself to run again, every step came out of an ethereal echo, dada, dada, dada, like water droplets falling on the bluestone slab, dark and dead around, Every step is so loud that it hits the heart of the heart - straight to the heart of early summer.

"Jinruo, Jinruo." Calling her in early summer, Jin Ruo turned her head in response, turning her head in a weird posture of one hundred and eighty degrees, her neck twisted to frightening, and Jin Ruo's petite body was unexpectedly covered with a bewitching adult face that did not belong to her, a grassy face.

Eerie face.

"It's the same natal weapon, why can you take the master's heart!" The grass heart opened its bloody mouth that was completely inconsistent with the delicate face, revealing the extremely sharp white teeth of the forest, staring fiercely at the early summer, screaming heartbreakingly.

"Huh?" Chu Xia was stunned for a moment, but found that there was another voice and emotion overlapping in his voice, like, there was another person in his body.

An inexplicable image suddenly flashed in my mind - it was another faint blue grass flower, lying silently in the dark compartment, without a sound.

"I'm just right at the master's hand......" Hatsu Xia replied uncontrollably, "So this time, I gave you the ceremony......"

"Why do you let it! I don't need you to make! How do you deserve it! I'm the one who loves my master the most! This time, the master will definitely choose to give me his heart's blood! ”

After Cao Xin finished speaking viciously, he turned his head back one hundred and eighty degrees, continued to hold Chu Xia's hand and ran wildly, and held Chu Xia's hand more tightly.

Or rather, it was early summer who was guided by the grass and flower to run alone, and squeezed the flower in her hand more tightly—because she remembered now that she had always held the flower in her hand!

Then, where would she guide herself?