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The time and space visible to human beings are limited, and in the limited mezzanine, there is another huge time and space hidden, and that wonderful and wonderful world is right next to human beings, close at hand, but because there is no traction and no key, it cannot be entered, and it can only be far away in the sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"You shouldn't be unfamiliar with that place, right?"

Art pointed ahead and asked Dust.

It is a large area of ruins, with no end in sight, and it is the former site of Liguo.

Fan Chen stepped forward, it would not be strange if Mu Zhining was here, after all, this was her former home.

The once popular country of Liguo is now broken bricks and tiles, countless corpses are buried in ruins, the palace is no longer magnificent, and the land is no longer rich. Every country cannot avoid war, either defeat or survival, this is the eternal law, the weak are devoured, the strong can continue to survive.

There was a hint of strangeness in Fan Chen's eyes, which only flashed and was difficult to capture. The dust walked by, and the snow-white robes were stained with the dust that had been still in the years, and the silence that belonged to this country belonged to it. In this oppressive atmosphere, Fan Chen smelled a hint of fragrance, very faint, so faint that it was not easy to notice, but he was very familiar with it, because it was a taste he liked very much. He followed the aroma and found Mu Zhining in the "Liguo Imperial Palace", she had one foot embedded in the pile of stones, the edges and corners of the stones cut through her legs, the skin was open, and the blood was dripping.

Mu Zhi raised her head when she heard the sound, dust and tears were mixed, remaining on her cheeks, looking extremely embarrassed and pitiful, I don't know if she was crying because she was trapped here and in pain, or she was sad because the country was ruined and her family was ruined.

"Oh, my poor little princess, why don't you stay in the Glass Pavilion and come here?"

Seeing this, Art couldn't bear to look at her, so she quickly moved to Mu Zhining's side, carefully breaking open the large stone that was pressing her leg.

Mu Zhi stared at Fan Chen intently, her eyes innocent and aggrieved, surprised and panicked, she wanted to explain something, but she didn't know how to speak, "I ......"

Art looked at the blood on Mu Zhi's legs, swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously, his throat was itchy, he turned around, instantly moved into the distance, and said, "On this occasion, it's better for me to stay away, so as not to do things that shouldn't be done and get into trouble." ”

Fan Chen approached Mu Zhining, he didn't ask, maybe it was out of habitual indifference, what had happened, why bother with the reason for its occurrence, there was nothing he couldn't solve, if he couldn't, it wouldn't be reluctant. He crouched down, looked at her tenderly, reached out to wipe the dust and tears from her cheeks, and leaned down again to pick her up.

Mu Zhi condensed in Fan Chen's arms, looking at it from time to time, her eyes were full of sadness and nostalgia.

Ji Po did not sympathize with Mu Zhining's experience, he thought that this was the norm, it was the will of heaven to eat the strong, and if you want to blame it, you can blame the country for not being strong enough.

Fan Chen took Mu Zhining back to Liuli Pavilion, and he didn't speak all the way.

"Then, I'll withdraw first, I still have something to do, you are busy, you are busy......" Art said and closed the door, he didn't want another self to suddenly come out and have a second daughter to fight for a husband, he said to himself righteously, "This is a disease! It must be cured!

Fan Chen put Mu Zhining on the couch and put a silk pillow on her for her to lean on comfortably. He sat on the edge of the couch, carefully placing her injured leg on his own, tending to the wound on her leg with great care. He lowered his eyes, his face had no superfluous expression, he was neither happy nor sad, calm as water, but also tender as water.

It is difficult for ordinary people to see this kind of dust.

Mu Zhi stared at the picturesque young man, he was obviously noble and untouched by the world, but he only cared about her affairs, and at the moment he bent down for her and took care of her, she was no longer a princess on top, just a slave who died in the country, anyone could trample on her, and even ** her, because her country was destroyed, there was no army, no backstage, no one and no supporters.

"Ahh

Fan Chen slowed down his movements, slowing down his strength.

Mu Zhining looked at Fan Chen's every move, which was infinitely favored, and she asked, "You...... Don't you ask me?"

"Isn't my glazed pavilion as good as your ruined bricks?" Fan Chen still lowered his eyebrows, focusing only on cleaning the wound, and he added unhurriedly, "You want me to ask this?"

"No, that's not what I meant. Mu Zhining knew that this glazed pavilion was built for her by Fan Chen, and every brick and tile here copied the palace of the glazed country, the only difference was that the people who lived there were different, except for herself.

The glazed pavilion is not closed, and Fan Chen doesn't want it to be as dead and silent as the destroyed Glass Kingdom, so anyone can enter, but people will be divided into levels, and people of different levels can enter places of different levels.

"If you don't like it, tell me, I won't force you, you can go wherever you want. Fan Chen said, his voice was flat, but gentle, and it could be seen between the words that he had always doted on her, and even the tone of his speech was different from that of others, as if she would melt if she said it seriously.

"No, it wasn't my intention to leave here, I didn't want to, I didn't want to leave you, I was forced to do so, I had unspeakable hardships, Fan Chen, I was because I ......" Mu Zhining shook her head and hurriedly explained.

"It doesn't matter. Fan Chen interrupted Mu Zhining's anxiety, he didn't mind, he didn't care about the reason.

Mu Zhining saw that Fan Chen was not angry, so she breathed a sigh of relief, she understood him, he forgave himself by saying this, he always did this, unconditionally forgave her, spoiled her, and didn't even ask for any reason, he just wanted her to stay by his side obediently.

Mu Zhining suddenly remembered something, took out a letter from her waist, and handed it to Fan Chen.

"A few days ago, someone asked me if I knew Fanchen, I didn't know him, so I didn't talk to him much, just shook my head and said I didn't know Fanchen, but he still gave me the letter, saying that if I knew, let me help him hand it over. He said that he had sent out hundreds of letters, and kept asking passers-by if they knew Fan Chen, and said the same thing, and if they met him, they would help him hand it over. I saw that he was quite pitiful, and he was anxious to find you, so I ......"

Mu Zhining used to be the favorite youngest daughter of the king of Liguo, because she was well-behaved and sensible since she was a child, empathetic, and considerate, did not do deviant things, and did not have the arrogance of others.

"There are more people looking for me, and I have to take care of everyone, won't I be tired to death? ”

The envelope was sandwiched between the two fingers of Fan Chen, and with a "coax", the envelope ignited out of thin air, and the blue flames jumped and swayed at his fingertips, just like his blue eyes, blue and transparent, with an ancient and mysterious color. He didn't feel it burned, but the letter was instantly burned to ashes and scattered.

Fan Chen was not interested in the content of the letter, so he burned it, and he didn't have so much free time to fulfill other people's wishes.

Fan Chen wiped the dust from the wound, Mu Zhining gritted her teeth and endured, the pain made her break out in a cold sweat. Fan Chen stopped moving, and the air flowed with a breath that fascinated him, and a faint smell emanated from Mu Zhining's fragrant sweat.

The boudoir was burning with incense, faint, refreshing, and there was some ambiguous atmosphere in the room, but Fan Chen was attracted by Mu Zhining's body fragrance.

Fan Chen leaned over and approached Mu Zhining, one hand still on Mu Zhining's injured leg, and the other arm on the edge of the couch. The long silver-white hair hung down over Mu Zhining's fair face, accompanied by a hint of coolness.

"Dusty ......"

Mu Zhining looked at Fan Chen, who was close to her, and kept blinking her eyes, her sixth sense told her that something might happen, and sure enough, she called out his name, and he kissed her on the lips.

Like a parched earth, suddenly sweet rain.

Although Mu Zhining was surprised, she didn't resist, her eyelashes swept on his cheeks, itchy, a little numb, making him a little confused.

Mu Zhining gradually regained her composure, obediently closed her eyes, her arms wrapped around Fan Chen's strong waist, and acquiesced to him that he could do what he wanted to continue.

Fan Chen let go of Mu Zhining's injured leg, raised his hand to reach her sharp and delicate chin, and slid all the way down to brush her smooth skin, his fingertips lifted the dust-stained clothes, but he suddenly stopped moving.

Fan Chen was stunned, motionless, like a statue, except for those blue eyes flashing with endless doubts.

Fan Chen looked at the girl on the couch, she was Mu Zhining, the Mu Zhining he had been looking for, the Mu Zhining he had been holding in the palm of his hand to care, just when he wanted to get her, why did the girl named Xi Yao appear in his mind?

Just a moment ago, Fan Chen fell into a point where he had to do it like he had to do it, he didn't want to wait for a minute, he waited for a long time, he waited for Mu Zhining for many years. Everyone has their own unique smell, which is a mark that is different from others, it can be a fragrance or a peculiar smell, it is rich, light and so light that there is almost no taste, only those who like it can smell it and be fascinated by it. Fan Chen was deeply immersed in the light fragrance on Mu Zhining's body, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

At this moment, as soon as Fan Chen touched Mu Zhining, he couldn't help but think of another girl, and the scene in that dream became active, as if it was not Xi Yao's dream, but his Fan Chen's memory, the black short-haired self, in a simple room, kissed a strange woman, just like when he kissed Mu Zhining just now.

What's the matter? Fan Chen got up, took the mask on the jade table and walked out of the door, without leaving a word.

Mu Zhi was stunned, I don't know why, she climbed down from the couch, cushioned her feet, and followed, but she didn't see him turn back, she held on to the threshold, looking at the back in the distance, until she disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"His vigorous and resolute posture is really a once-in-a-century encounter! He has always been as calm as water, as cold as ice, and rarely reacts so much. Art appeared in front of Mu Zhining out of nowhere, leaning against the delicately carved wall, looking in the direction where the dust had disappeared.

"He's blaming me, isn't he, Art?"

Mu Zhining looked at Art aggrievedly.

"It's really rude to say goodbye, but you have just met again, shouldn't you be like glue? If it were me, I wouldn't have left at this critical moment, snubbing my little beauty, how could I bear it?" said Art, leaning down close to the woman kneeling on the ground, his index finger hooking the small chin and biting the woman's delicate lips.

"Oh no," said Art, standing up in frustration, brushing his fingertips through his fangs, "and barely held back, and almost sucked you dry." ”

Delicate beauties, for Art, their blood is more attractive than their beautiful body. If he had a choice, he wouldn't choose those sweaty men to put in their mouths, who doesn't like delicious, beautiful and delicious food?

Mu Zhining listened to Art's words, lowered her head thoughtfully, and brushed her fingers on her lips.