There was a strange atmosphere in the hall all of a sudden, and everyone was just silent, looking at the two people who were competing for eye knives in front of them, and no one had any intention of interfering.

In the meantime, only a rather delicate-looking man twisted his sword eyebrows slightly, and his bright eyes flashed a touch of melancholy.

At this time, the dyeing party noticed the man with a raw face, and his eyes swept over, but he saw that the man was dressed in green clothes and his figure was slightly burly.

With a turn of his eyes, he actually fell on Bai Qiyue, who was wearing a red brocade robe on the opposite side, but he saw Bai Qiyue's eyes slightly blind, and his big hand with distinct bones was gently playing with the extra jade ball in his hand, and he didn't care about everything in front of him.

Dyeing and painting muttered in his heart, the demonic man in front of him, in a flash, has the charm of making the majority of female compatriots kill each other. Maybe it was because the gaze of the dyed painting was too 'engaged', but when Bai Chopping Moon Star's eyes slowly opened, she didn't react, but just looked into the pair of soul-hooking eyes in a daze.

Dye Hua was stunned for a moment, and half of the ring came back to her senses, and hurriedly lowered her eyebrows, her long eyelashes drooping, covering the secret thoughts under her eyes.

At this moment, she clearly felt that her heartbeat was faster than ever, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. Such a strange and weird rhythm almost made her lose her temper.

This kind of emotion makes her both resist and have an inexplicable expectation, but even she doesn't know what she is expecting?

For a long time, this chaotic heart slowly calmed down, and when he looked up again, what caught his eye was just a long and cold back. Against the light, she seemed to see the depths of the years, and Bai Qiyue's cold and arrogant narrow eyes fell on her without emotion, so that all her thoughts had nowhere to hide.

A pair of eyes full of sorrow, tactfully season after season.

An inexplicable sorrow suddenly surged in the bottom of my heart, and a faint thought bloomed into a faint thought, which gradually became rich because of the red color.

Dye Hua looked at the water dyeing fairy with a confused face, but saw her cherry lips open and close, but she couldn't hear anything, what's wrong with her? For a moment, it was as if I had fallen into a silent space, and the only thing I could hear was my own heartbeat. Ran's heartbeat seemed to be magnified ten million times, like a thousand drums beating at the same time, resounding through the silence of her past and present lives.

"Dye and paint, dye and paint." Suddenly, an ethereal female voice sounded softly, and the dyeing painting was suddenly stunned, and her eyes wandered in the hall. But seeing that there was no one in the hall except her, Xiu Mei suddenly frowned slightly, and said in her heart: Could it be that she was hallucinating just now.

As if knowing what she was thinking, the ethereal female voice suddenly sighed softly: "Don't look for it, I'm in your heart." ”

"Who are you?" Although she had vaguely guessed who this person was, as a new human in the twenty-first century, she didn't believe in those strange things at all, putting aside her soul crossing.

"I'm a water-dyed painting." The female voice sounded faintly.

"What? You're not ......."

"Yes, I'm dead, but this body isn't dead. That's why you're here. ”

"Are you all doing this?" Through these words, Dyeing suddenly thought of his arrival, it seems that all this is not the arrangement of fate at all, but the credit of this water lady.

"My life is destined to be short and desolate. It's ridiculous that I still can't do anything about myself, and I always think that I can change my helpless fate. But I was wrong, and I was wrong. The woman suddenly laughed at herself: "Because of fate, but the love is deep and shallow, and the obsession is just a vain dream." Gathering and distribution has long been destined. Even if I gave my life for him, I was just an outcast, a pawn who was beaten into hell and never turned over. ”

The woman's voice gradually turned desolate, and in the soft whisper, even the air was extremely depressed.

Although I don't know who he is in her mouth, I clearly feel the strong attachment from her, how much does this love weigh? can make her obsessed with mortal dust and unwilling to leave for a long time.