The street couldn't help but make way for him, and everyone looked coldly at Uncle Cui who was running naked in the middle.

Seeing that he was about to turn into a deep alley, I don't know who shouted: "Folks, kill this morally corrupt brute." As soon as the fight started, the eggs and vegetables and leaves flew all over the sky, and the target was nothing more than the figure of the white flower.

A scream drowned out the shouts of the crowd.

As soon as she stepped into the courtyard gate, Lian Rui immediately greeted her and said with a worried face: "Miss, you are back." ”

Seeing the little girl's sad face, Dye Hua couldn't help frowning and asked, "What's going on?" ”

"Miss, Poria is gone." Rei Rui said in a choked voice.

"When did she disappear?" At this moment, Dye Hua suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"As soon as the young lady went out, Poria said that the kitchen was short of some ingredients, and she had to get some supplies from the big kitchen." Rei Rui said cautiously.

However, I noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with her face before she went out, but I didn't know what was wrong. At that time, I was busy preparing winter clothes for Miss, and I didn't bother to care. ”

"Where is that sound now?" Glancing at the person beside him, Dye Hua asked.

"As soon as I heard that Poria was gone, I fainted immediately, and I haven't woken up until now." Instead, she said, "I've sent the little guy in the front yard to look around, and I haven't heard from him until now. ”

Quietly glanced at the person beside him, his eyes were slightly dark, and a strange feeling suddenly appeared in his heart. I vaguely feel that everything today is like a chain of sets, and the ultimate goal of the person who is in the set is her.

"I'll go and see the timbre, you go find more people, and search this dyeing and painting institute."

"Yes."

Looking at the distant back, Dye fell into a deep silence.

Just as he was about to turn around, a clear shadow flashed in the corner of his eye, and a light laugh suddenly sounded: "Wu'er, don't come unharmed." ”

"How are you?" Looking at the woman with clear eyes in front of her, a strange light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Looks like you've really forgotten everything." The woman looked sorry and sighed lightly: "However, it's better to forget." ”

"Why?" His eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but ask out loud.

"Wu'er, if I were you, I wouldn't ask why." Tsing Yi approached slowly, his eyes were warm, and his pretty face was smiling.

"Also, I have good news for you, Xiao Ya is not dead. But she is much luckier than you, not only did she not forget anything, but she also took this opportunity to come out of the shell of a golden cicada, trying to get rid of the Lord's control. ”

"Saya?" Dye and paint read out softly, for some reason, when I heard this name, there was always a strange feeling in my heart.

"Yes, she betrayed you in that assassination attempt." Tsing Yi's voice was still clear, but there was a sense of murder between the words.

"Why did she do that?" Dye Hua was secretly frightened, and vaguely felt that there was definitely a shocking conspiracy behind the whole thing.

"What do you think there is in this world that can make a person abandon his faith and betray those good sisters and brothers who were born and died together?" Tsing Yi's voice was a little faint trilling, thinking of the fresh and young faces of the past, Tsing Yi's clear eyes gradually floated a trace of hazy tears.

Perhaps infected by the surge in Tsing Yi's eyes, a faint sadness suddenly appeared in Dye's heart.

"In that case, if you don't go to her, what do you mean by me? Do you think I'm going to give you my life? ”

"You're wrong, since he can detoxify you at the cost of a few years, then he won't let you come back." Tsing Yi's eyes were cold: "It's just that what I never expected was that the day I didn't want to see the most was because of you." Dancing days, he can't be emotional. ”

The eyes that dyed and painted suddenly froze, his eyes were like blades, looking at Tsing Yi opposite, and he was cold: "Don't think how great you are, when you let others take care of your own hearts, then do you take good care of your own hearts, Tsing Yi, don't think of yourself as a saint." ”

Dyeing and painting word by word, words are like needles, piercing her thousands of holes.

Except for the barbs all over the body, who can see the fragility hidden under the mighty outside?

Wu'er is another name for Tsing Yi's dyeing paintings!! This is the beginning of a real water-dyed painting!