Grace, is that you, Grace? A familiar voice came from behind him, as if it was a blessing to the soul.

The little mermaid couldn't wait to say yes, and turned to look at the prince who had made her think about it.

But she couldn't.

Now she no longer has the delicate face of the past.

Her identity, her dealings with the Black Witch, are destined to be a secret buried by time.

The little mermaid turned. Her gaze is so gentle, her smile is so pure, but when these beauties are paired with her ugly face, it can only become a disgust that people want to escape.

Anyone who sees such an ugly face will subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

Obviously, the prince is also not immune to clichés. It's just that the good upbringing he has received over the years has made him put away the different colors on his face after a while.

Mien stepped forward, and said with a gentle but detached expression, "I'm sorry, I recognized the wrong person. But your back is too much like a friend I met in the ocean. ”

The little mermaid looked into the prince's eyes with a look on her face, and she wanted to tell him that she was Grace, the friend he called from the sea.

However, her lips squirmed and she could only say one sentence after all: "Kind person, are you willing to take me in homeless?" ”

Her voice is still as melodious as she has been in the fifteen years she has lived under the sea, and it makes people forget all their troubles and sorrows the moment they hear it.

The little mermaid was left behind as a royal singer.

She was often able to meet the prince at every court banquet.

It's just that through the noisy vocals and the complicated crowd, she always stands on the high stage, singing lonely and lonely.

When the bustling sheng song dispersed, the fragrance of clothes and temples left, and the little mermaid returned to the rich but cold palace alone from the dark night, and the bright moonlight fell on her body, gilding her delicate and slender figure.

In the hazy moonlight, her face is faint and indistinguishable.

In a trance, she became her former self again, with a fresh and beautiful face like a sea lily, and a smart fishtail that can swim freely in the sea.

The little mermaid took a step, and the pain passed from the nerves on the tip of her toes non-stop, swimming in the meridians, and spreading all over the limbs.

Such pain accompanied her every step, with every breath of her life, tormenting, long, and never-ending.

...

Act VI, Scene II, The Black Witch meets the Prince.

Suddenly, one day, a beautiful woman appeared at a court banquet.

She dances like the most enchanting butterfly in the mystical forest at midnight.

She smiled, like an epiphany quietly blooming in the middle of the night, fleeting but thrillingly beautiful.

The moment the beauty walked into the banquet hall with gentle dance steps, the audience instantly became quiet, and everyone couldn't help but hold their breath.

It's like I'm afraid of disturbing this quiet and peaceful beauty.

Everyone was amazed by the beauty of the mysterious woman, but the little mermaid was stunned in her heart.

Although the beautiful skin was unfamiliar, the breath on the woman's body was still fresh in her memory.

That's clearly ...... The Black Witch who came out of the darkest and dirtiest bottom of the sea.

The little mermaid stopped singing—

Even though her voice was like heaven, at this moment, no one cared whether she sang or not.

Because everyone's eyes were drawn to the black witch in a beautiful skin.

Including her sweetheart, His Royal Highness the Prince, who has always had an elegant and decent smile, also showed an obsessive smile full of desire at this moment.

Sadness, disappointment, pain......

In an instant, it all poured into the heart of the little mermaid.

She fled from the palace, which was full of light and laughter, and ran into the low bushes, where she lay on the grassy ground, and wept bitterly.

"Oh, my naïve child, you're crying." The voice of the Black Witch suddenly appeared in the ears of the little mermaid.

The little mermaid raised her head and looked at the black witch with teary eyes, reflecting her ugly self in her clear black pupils.

Such an ugly appearance made the little mermaid cover her cheeks tightly again, and her crying became more and more desperate and sad.

"Innocent child," the Black Witch held out her hand, her smooth and slender fingertips running lightly over the little mermaid's silky hair, "do you think I'm here to rob your lover?" ”

"No, you're wrong, I'm here for you." The Black Witch raised the corners of her mouth, her laughter was still eerie, but the curvature of her lips was moving.

"Your sisters made a deal with me," the Black Witch pulled out a dagger from her sleeve, and in the cold moonlight, the blade of the dagger emitted a cold glow, so sharp that it seemed to be able to cut through everything in time.

"Lucky boys, they fought for your last chance, and if you regret your choice, take this dagger. Pierce it into the prince's heart before the sun rises tomorrow morning, and let the red blood of his heart stain your feet.

In this way, your two stupid legs will be nimble again, and you will return to the sea, to everything you once knew and relied on. ”

The little mermaid took the dagger, her hands trembling uncontrollably, and her face crawled with tears of heartbreak.

Late at night, everything is silent.

When everyone in the palace fell asleep, the little mermaid slowly walked into the prince's palace with a dagger in her hand.

It was the first time she had entered the palace that belonged to him.

In my ears, there was the sound of his shallow breathing, thin and long.

The tip of his nose is his cold breath, rich and charming.

In front of him, his light sleepy eyes are quiet and peaceful.

The little mermaid's heart began to waver, and the dagger in her hand could no longer advance a single point.

Bang, it was the sound of a dagger falling to the ground.

It is also ......

When the moon sets and the sun rises, a beautiful and kind soul falls into the sea, and the painting is the sound of a bubble of nothingness that disappears at the touch of a button.

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"Stop, stop!" Xia Xiaoxiao knocked on the table angrily and said angrily, "Bai Lang, what's the matter with you?" A simple line - 'Beautiful princess, may I have the pleasure of inviting you to dance?' Is it so hard for you to say it completely? ”

Bai Lang lowered his head and pretended to be a quail without saying a word.

Although such a line is simple, the object it faces is not simple.

Bai Lang raised his head and glanced at the dill stealthily. The latter's gaze was light, and his eyes did not fall on him in the slightest.

But for some reason, when facing dill rehearsing this scene, Bai Lang felt tremendous pressure.

That kind of pressure seems to come from invisible, but it carries a weight that is enough to weigh thousands of pounds. It made it difficult for him to breathe as he watched her.