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And now it is. He didn't say it, but she knew it was what he was thinking, and she could tell from the way he stared at her. She had never been so sure of her strength. Other than that, he didn't actually seem to be having a good time, he always looked like he was hurt, and in the pain, it seemed like he couldn't take it anymore for even a minute.

The band began to play, a slow tune.

He was still staring at her, looking at her in his eyes. Those red eyes dimmed and turned black with desire. She suddenly felt that he might pull her over and try to kiss her, without even saying a word.

"Want to do a dance?" She said slowly.

I'm playing with fire, I'm with some of my own people I don't understand, she thought.

And she immediately realized that she was scared. Her heart pounded. It seemed as if those red eyes had buried her in the ground, and "danger" screamed at her. Instinct was telling her that she should run away, that she should leave.

She didn't move.

The same great force is keeping her standing here. This was out of control, she suddenly thought. Whatever happened here was more than she expected, nothing. But now it didn't stop, and even she was drawn to fear.

It was a tense moment, an excitement she had never experienced before, but nothing happened.

He just stared at her, as if hypnotized, and she stared, the glimmer of energy between the two of them seemed like a lightning-fast light. She watched as his eyes darkened and defeated, feeling that he would extend a large hand to her.

Li Qing felt incredibly calm now, her brain went blank and there was a buzzing sound......

Stars twinkled in the distant sky.

Mu Qingyang parked the car in front of the church on the side of Todd Mountain, left the headlights on and walked down with Li Qing. Although several cars followed them as they left, they were the only ones who drove all the way to the clearing.

Mu Qingyang turned on the car and came up with a bottle of spirits.

"Figured it out?" He poured a cup for the girl, and Li Qing shook her head, trying to ignore the feeling of nausea in her stomach. She felt that none of this mattered anymore and was satisfied.

They climbed the stone steps path, and when they reached the top of the mountain, Li Qing was panting, while Mu Qingyang was looking at the sky.

Something huge red hung on the horizon. It took Li Qing a while to realize that it was actually the moon. It was as big as it was unreal, glowing red and corrupt.

At the foot of the hill in the distance is a cemetery, a luxurious stone house with a huge coffin. Looking through the doorway, there seemed to be nothing else in the room except this one, which looked like a chest made of large stones, large enough to hold two people, and a marble lid.

……

……

A group of bored young people passed by, they were also participants in the ball, and went straight inside, and the Tiger Clan's Tagore and Messier were also in the middle.

"My grandfather, Miffus, was a very strong old fellow." Turi. Tagore pretended to be introducing them. Old Miffis found the church on the map. Although the grove was here at that time. It is said that my great-grandfather was drowned in the stream here—"

"- until they are eaten by wild wolves." Tripan said he emulated a wolf, and then he hiccuped. The female companion giggled. Troubles pass through Turi. Tagore's handsome face, but he still forced a smile.

"These people look a little pale." Tripan's female companion, Vivi, said, still smiling. "I think all they need is a little bit of color." She pulled a lipstick out of her handbag and began to apply it to the carved figure of the coffin.

Messier felt a sickly tingling.

Turi. Tagore looked at her.

"Hey, there's no point in dressing them up." He put his hand on the edge of the stone and leaned on it, trying to change the subject.

"What do you say, Tripan—do you want to give them an evening out in town? Maybe right in the middle of town? ”

No. When Tripan laughed and Vivi screamed and laughed, Messier thought, a little horrified. But Tripan is already standing in Turi. Rabindranath Tagore was beside him, bracing himself in preparation, his hands on the lid.

"I'll count to three." Turi. Tagore said, and then counted down. "One, two, three."

The Messier's eyes were fixed on the terrible clown—they couldn't move the lid an inch as the boys grunted nervously forward, and their muscles bulging under their clothes.

"This damn thing somehow stuck together." Turi. Tagore said angrily, turning around.

The Messier felt a relief of weakness as she leaned against the lid of the tomb to support herself—when it happened.

She heard the grinding of stones and felt the lid move under her left hand. It was moving under her hand, throwing her off balance. The lighter flew out, screaming and trying to find its foot. She fell into the open grave, and a cold roar surrounded her. Screaming bells ringing in her ears.

Then she stood outside, moonlight bright enough for her to see the others. Turi. Rabindranath Tagore was holding her. She stared wildly.

"Are you crazy? What happened? "Turi. Rabindranath Tagore shook her.

"It's moving! This lid is moving! It just opened -- I don't know -- and I fell in. It was cold......"

But one way or another, they all walked in. Vivi insisted on the doorway, watching, and the Messier was already trembling at this time. Soon, Turi. Rabindranath Tagore beckoned at her.

"Look." He said, as she went in reluctantly. He picked up the lighter and used it to shine the marble ****. "It's still there, like a carpet. See? ”

The Messier bowed his head to the lid and the tomb. "It moved. I almost fell in......"

"Of course, whatever you say, baby." Turi. Tagore rubbed her with his arm and brought her back closer to himself. She saw that Trippan and Vivi were doing the same, except for Vivi, who seemed to enjoy it with her eyes closed. Turi. Tagore's jaw rubbed forcefully against her hair.

"I just want to get back on the dance floor right now." She said categorically.

The friction paused.

And then Turi. Tagore sighed and said, "Of course, baby. He looked at Tripan and Vivi, "What about the two of you?" ”

Tripan grinned. "We're going to stay a little longer." Vivi grinned, her eyes still closed.

"Okay." The Messier wondered how they were going to get back, but she allowed Turi anyway. Rabindranath Tagore led her out. As soon as he got outside, he stopped no matter what.

"I can't go back without letting you see the tombstone." He said. "Well, come, Messier." He said, when she began to protest. "Don't hurt my feelings. You have to look at it, it's the pride and joy of the family. ”

The Messier allowed herself to smile, even though her stomach was like ice. Maybe if she follows him, he'll take her out of here. "Okay." She said, gazing at the cemetery.

"Not this side. Over here. Then the next moment, he led her to the old cemetery. It's okay, it's not a very far road. Look, over there, do you see? He pointed to somewhere where the moonlight was shining.

"Are you crazy? Did something happen? "Turi. Rabindranath Tagore shook her.

"It's moving! This lid is moving! It just opened -- I don't know -- and I fell in. It was cold......"

But one way or another, they all walked in. Vivi insisted on the doorway, watching, and the Messier was already trembling at this time. Soon, Turi. Rabindranath Tagore beckoned at her.

"Look." He said, as she went in reluctantly. He picks up the lighter and shines it on Thomas. Phil marble's ****. "It's still there, like a little bug on the carpet. See? ”

The Messier bowed his head to the lid and the tomb. "It moved. I almost fell in......"

"Of course, whatever you say, baby." Turi. Tagore rubbed her with his arm and brought her back closer to himself. She saw that Trippan and Vivi were doing the same, except for Vivi, who seemed to enjoy it with her eyes closed. Turi. Tagore's jaw rubbed forcefully against her hair.

"I just want to get back on the dance floor right now." She said categorically.

The friction paused. And then Turi. Tagore sighed and said, "Of course, baby. He looked at Tripan and Vivi, "What about the two of you?" ”

Tripan grinned. "We're going to stay a little longer." Vivi grinned, her eyes still closed.

"Okay." The Messier wondered how they were going to get back, but she allowed Turi anyway. Rabindranath Tagore led her out. As soon as he got outside, he stopped no matter what.

"I can't go back without letting you see my grandfather's tombstone." He said. "Well, come, Messier." He said, when she began to protest. "Don't hurt my feelings. You have to look at it, it's the pride and joy of the family. ”

The Messier allowed herself to smile, even though her stomach was like ice. Maybe if she follows him, he'll take her out of here. "Okay." She said, gazing at the cemetery.

"Not this side. Over here. Then the next moment, he led her to the old cemetery. It's okay, it's not a very far road. Look, over there, do you see? He pointed to somewhere where the moonlight was shining.

The Messier gasped, his muscles locked. It looked like there was a man standing there, with a huge head and no hair. She didn't want to go there at all, she didn't want to stay in the granite rocks of a few worlds ago. The bright moonlight casts a strange gloom, and there are many indescribable glooms in every part of the place.

"There's just a ball on it. Nothing to be afraid of. "Turi. Tagore said, let her follow him out on the path, towards the shiny tombstone. The moonlight turned the tombstone red, and the huge sphere reminded her that the moonlight was on the horizon. Now the moonshine is also found on them, and Thomas. Phil's white arms were as pale. The Messier couldn't hide her trembling.

"Poor baby, she's cold. Then she warmed up. "Turi. Rabindranath Tagore said. The Messier tried to push him away, but he was too strong and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him.

"Turi. Rabindranath Tagore, I want to leave; I want to leave ...... right now."

"Of course, baby, we'll go." He said. "But we've got to warm you up first. Oops, you're so cold. ”

"Turi. Rabindranath Tagore, stop. She said. His arms around her were just annoying and resisting, but now she felt an urge of his arms on her, exploring the exposed skin.

"Come on, Messier, don't be like this, I just want you to warm up......"

"Turi. Rabindranath Tagore, let me go. She resisted, trying to break free of him. Turi. Tagore stumbled, and then his weight fell all over him, crushing her to the ground covered with ivy and black plants. The Messier shouted desperately. "I'll kill you, Turi. Tagore. I'm not joking. Let me go. ”

Turi. Tagore tried to sway, and then suddenly he laughed, his limbs adjusted heavily, barely used. "Well, come, Messier, get mad. I just want you to warm up. The Messier is the Ice Princess, warm up...... You're warming up right now, aren't you? Then Messier felt his fiery lips wet her face. She was still pressed under him, his wet kiss moving down her throat. She heard the fabric tearing.

"Oops," Turi. Rabindranath Tagore muttered, "I'm sorry about this. ”

The Messier shook her head and her lips touched Turi. Tagore's hand, awkwardly caressing her cheek. She took a bite and plunged her teeth deep into her palm. She bit hard, tasted the blood, and heard Turi. Tagore's horn of pain. The hand was hastily removed.

"Hey! I said I'm sorry! "Turi. Rabindranath Tagore looked angry about his hand injury. Then his face darkened, and he stared at it, and he clenched his hand into a fist.

That's right, the Messier thought calmly like a nightmare. He also knocked me into the ground and tried to kill me. She supported herself with punches.

A dark shadow slowly approached the area......

Xu Tao forced himself into the cemetery, and everyone around him shouted loudly. The last time he was here was the night the old man came.

The horrible feeling of memory passed through his bowels. He swore he wouldn't kill the man under the bridge, he didn't suck up enough lethal blood. But that surging power that plays lying is all chaotic and confusing. Maybe it wasn't because of the power at all, maybe it was all his imagination, or even his own doing. Anything can happen when demand gets out of control.

He closed his eyes. When he heard that the old man was hospitalized and almost dying, his shock could not be expressed in words. How could he have allowed himself to be out of control so far? It's almost to kill people, he's already killed a lot of people......

He couldn't let himself think about it.

Now, standing at the gate of the cemetery in the midnight darkness, he just wanted to turn away. Back to the bar with the barmaid, back to the soft, sun-bronzed, she's safe, just because she's nothing to him.

But he couldn't go back because the Messier was in the cemetery. He could feel her, feel the distress in her emotions. The Messier with whom he had crossed paths was in the graveyard and was in trouble, and he had to find her.

By the time he was dizzy, he was already halfway up the mountain. He struggled to get closer to the church because it was the only thing he could concentrate on. A thick gray fog passed through his head, and he struggled to move. Weakness, he felt so weak that helplessness made him dizzy.

The door of the church closed in front of him.

Messier from Turi. Tagore saw the moon on his left shoulder. It would be the last thing she would ever see, and it was incredibly appropriate, she thought. The screams were stuck in her throat and clogged with fear.

And then something grabbed the picture. Tagore threw him on her grandfather's tombstone.

She braced herself to her feet, gasping for air, one hand clutching her torn skirt and the other fumbling for her weapon.

She doesn't need to. Something was moving in the darkness, and he saw the figure. The man whom Tagore threw away from her.

Xu Tao.

But it was something she had never seen before, the other side of the Asian lad who had *** - that beautiful face was pale and cold from rage, and there was a murderous glint in his green eyes. Without even moving, Xu Tao exuded anger and threat because the Messier found himself afraid of him, even more than he was afraid of Turi. Tagore. (To be continued.) )