I looked up to the sky and laughed three times!

The girl in the green shirt didn't turn her head, but straightened her back a little straighter, and said softly, "What are you laughing at?"

"Didn't you ask me if I was 'beautiful'? I couldn't help but laugh. I was beating a drum in my heart, but my tone was very light-hearted and dismissive.

"Isn't all this beautiful?!" this time it was a man's voice, and there was a lot of annoyance in his tone: "Do you know that all the beautiful young men in the world have been sealed by me in this water fairyland......

"What a joke! With such a good look, you dare to call him 'the beautiful boy in the world'!" I didn't wait for him to finish, and I impatiently interrupted him.

"Oh?" the girl turned slightly to the side, and I saw the left half of her face turned. Just look at the side face, the lines are delicate, the long eyelashes are slightly curled, the corners of the mouth are half pursed, with a somewhat timid demeanor, very good-looking. However, it doesn't seem to be the same as I imagined.

"None of this will work! just those men in our family, just pull one of them over, and they will blind you!" I said without shame. Suddenly I thought of my brother, Luoying, and Jicheng. What happened to them? The three of us were confident that we would find the missing teenagers, and it was a good thing, everyone was there, but they were made into bonsai. Forget to say and Kazama were captured again, I don't know what life and death are at the moment.

"Not to mention, it's the young man who came with me who was captured by the fish harrier, in terms of posture and bearing, I don't know how much better than you vulgar fans!" I continued to sneer. (Where did they take Forget and Kazama, but there was no trace of the fish harrier in the bonsai just now.) ）

The green-shirted girl didn't say a word, turned her body back, and turned her back to me. I stared at the girl's back, and somehow, I vaguely felt that something was wrong, but I didn't know what was wrong. I saw her turn slightly sideways again, only this time, in the opposite direction just now, she turned the right half of her face around.

"How could I not know! The young man's skin was like honey-colored satin, and his demeanor was so graceful and graceful that it was so much to my heart, but it was a pity that ......" the girl said slowly—a young man, to be exact.

There was a great shock in my heart, and I almost screamed, and I pressed back into my chest—because it was a man, a man!

Standing in front of me, at the end of the passage, this man in a lake green shirt, with a girl on his left cheek and a man on his right cheek, the first sentence is a girl's voice, and the latter sentence becomes a man's voice!

There was no such thing as a man, this was the same one! a man and a woman!

My eyes were dark, and the soles of my feet were drifting, and I was about to fall down. Hold on! Hold on!!

"What is a pity?" I asked, idly, in the same voice.

"I ordered the fish harrier to spit out your two companions, bathe and change clothes, and serve with incense," this time it was the girl's voice again: "Who knew that the young man was very alert, and he smelled the fragrance of daffodils, and actually held his breath and closed his nose......"

"I guess I've fainted by this time. The man's voice continued.

"Why do you have to smell the daffodils, and what's the difference with the flowers?" I asked with interest.

"What's the point of telling you. It was a man's voice, and there was smugness in his tone: "Of all things in this world, 'beauty' is the existence that is greater than everything." And the beauty of all things lies in people, and the beauty of ten thousand people lies in the youth, and the 'beautiful boy' has become the most beautiful and rare existence in the world. ”

"Beautiful things should last forever, but it's a pity," she said in a girl's voice (damn, I've been stunned by this half-male, half-female guy!): "The more beautiful things are, the more fragile they are, and they always wither at the best moments." So it is with flowers, and so it is with teenagers. ”

"The most deplorable thing in the world is to watch the most beautiful young man in the world, contaminated by the world, and then grow old, ugly, sleek, and greasy little by little, like flower petals blown off the branches by the wind and crushed into the mud, so unbearable!" the girl's voice rushed to say.

"One day, I found that I had brought them into the water, and had absorbed their minds, and planted them under the daffodils, which were luxuriant and fragrant, and these young men lived forever, carefree and happy, and never—old. The man's voice was proud.

My skin felt cold. It's just terrifying—how cold-blooded. How cruel. And how justifiable!

“...... The fish harrier spat out your two companions ......", this person said this just now, so Forget Words and Kazama should be fine for the time being...... What do I do next...... What should I do......

I was pondering to myself when I felt someone gently walking towards me, and as soon as I looked up, the man ...... The man...... Completely turned around, facing me, and walked towards me.

She...... He...... She is not half a girl's face, half a man's face, but ...... She has ...... Two faces!

A girl's face and a man's face flashed alternately on her face! Looking over, she was a girl in a lake-green gown, with a beautiful face, shy and timid, and in the blink of an eye, she was a handsome young man in a lake-green robe with beautiful eyebrows and eyes!

Her figure swayed, as if she was not coming over, but "floating". She stared into my eyes with a smile, her eyes breathtaking, and her smile sparkling. I was so confused. I pinned myself to the spot, trying to move forward, catching up, and being terrified, wanting to retreat. Between the advance and retreat, the knees were floppy, and he squatted on the ground.

"I have always felt the beauty of a teenager, but I didn't expect that a girl's eyes could be so pure. There is a different kind of beauty. Over the years, it seems, I've missed a lot of ......," the man said, drifting closer to me. From the folds of her lake-green robe, the fragrance wafted in and went straight to my nose......

"Beauty—" I was in a state of intoxication, when I suddenly heard a faint call, as if it came from a sealed jar, far away and muffled and depressing, but I could hear it clearly, it was the voice of forgetfulness!

I woke up suddenly, got up, and despite the panic, pushed away the man who had floated in front of me, and searched all the way along the passage under my feet. The clusters of huge bonsai, I ran, shouted, and found the pots, no! No! No! The boys in the bonsai were innumerable and uncountable—behind each of them was a family that had lost its child and cried in despair!

The man was smiling and watched me approach her, with a light in his eyes.

Before I could open her mouth to question, she changed into the face of a handsome young man, and her voice was elegant and polite, with a little domineering: "Stay." Beauty is the greatest justice in this world. ”

It was as if the bright blue star in the night sky was piercing through the clouds, piercing the water, and slapping the starlight on the door of my head. The voice was bright and crisp, burning with light, illuminating all the illusions of so-called "beauty"! My mind suddenly cleared.

"Meiyi—" The forgotten voice called me again. I held my breath and meditated. Softly I heard where the forgotten voice came from—behind the wall behind a huge bonsai not far from me.

"Can everything be sacrificed because of beauty?" I asked, staring into the man's eyes, and then as I walked over to the bonsai, I replied word by word, "No!"

Before the word "to" fell, I gritted my teeth, picked up a cluster of bonsai in front of me, and smashed it towards the wall behind the bonsai!

I heard a "bang", and the wall shattered, revealing a large hole. It was as if a figure was shaking. I yelled, "Be careful!!" and picked up a cluster of bonsai and smashed it over.

A large wall collapsed.

I was stunned. Forget Yan and Kazama were standing behind the wall, and there was a person standing next to them, the purple-clothed boy named "Xiaolu"! What made me stunned was not the three of them, but, but, the bigger world behind the smashed wall—the world of bonsai!

The one I was standing on was a huge rectangular flower house at best, and what I forgot to say they were standing on was a huge sea of paintings! I stepped over the wall and ran over to see—more bonsai, more daffodils, more teenagers!

"You're a madman. I turned my head to look at the man and said quietly.

"Thank you. The incredible beauty in this world is created by madmen. The man had a girl's face and a girl's voice. Kazama let out an "um" and stared at the man speechless. For some reason, the fawn seemed to be more surprised than Kazama, staring at the man as if he had seen a ghost.

"Let us out. Let these teenagers go home too. "Forget to say.

"Jokes. Ask them if they will. The man laughed and said, "Who will give up the joy of the flesh and eternal youth for a life of misery, toil, and aging?"

"I will. The fawn suddenly spoke, hesitated for a moment, but still stepped over the wall and walked in front of the man, not forgetting to clasp his fists and salute, his voice trembling slightly: "Lord—if you are really the Lord......

"So bold! An Shisanlang, I don't even know the Lord!Why, with these humans supporting you, are you going to bully me?" The man changed his face as a young man, and his voice was stern, handsome and cold.

As the man spoke, he suddenly glanced closer at the fawn: "You...... What's the matter, you're in your place?!"

"The girl named Meiyi just now opened the cork under the rhizome of the daffodil, and released the mind that was imprisoned by you in the bottle, so it happened that mine was among them...... My heart is looking for me...... You...... It's so bitter for us......" The fawn said, his chest heaving, his eyebrows no longer clear, full of bitterness.

"You don't know what to do, you look in the mirror, you compare yourself with those who are your age in the world, how young and beautiful you are, and how carefree you are......" cried the Lord angrily.

"A pair of skins!!" The fawn seemed to let out, and his voice stopped trembling, and he raised it: "How long are you going to coax us! You cast a spell to control the nymphs of the water, let them lure us into the water, and then bewitch us with the fragrance of the daffodils, absorb our minds, and plant them under the daffodils, and leave our skins to be placed in the bonsai by you as a reward......! You ......" The more the fawn spoke, the more angry he became, and he couldn't speak.

"How do you know so much!" asked the Lord in a cold voice. The face of a girl was conjured up. It's chilling.

"There's more. A voice added. When he turned his head, it was Yasichiro! I don't know when, he stood on the side of the broken wall, slender and elegant, like a weak willow supporting the wind. There is a bruise mark on the neck.

"Huh—didn't you apologize for your sin with death?" the Lord snorted, glancing at the bonsai beside him.

"Thanks to the beautiful girl, the mind was released, and the dead were brought back to life, and the Lord was disappointed. An Ichiro was neither humble nor arrogant and whispered: "An Shisanlang is still naïve, he really thinks that you are doing everything possible to use the Mizusawa Fairy to capture us, because you love beauty and are obsessed with beauty, and you want to seal the beauty of your youth forever." Alas, you should understand that everything is for yourself, and if you plant our minds under narcissus, then narcissus will give off a strange fragrance, and you, smelling this fragrance, will always be young, forever beautiful, and never—wither. ”

Yasichiro's voice was like a whisper, but when he said the last few words, his voice was bitter and hard, and it was terrifying.

"Hmph, I should have left only my mind and burned all of your skins!" the Lord whispered hatefully.

"It's useless. How many teenagers' minds have you imprisoned over the years, how many strange flowers have you smelled of narcissus, and so on - you still can't transform into a real human form, you're still just a ......," Yasichiro whispered faintly.

"You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense, you bow to my beauty, you are shy even when the mirror reflects my face, how dare you say such disrespectful things to me!" cried the Lord exclaimed.

"That's because you controlled our minds, blinded us, you even used witchcraft on the mirror, and you saw everything you imagined it to be - do you have the courage to look at your true self in the real mirror?!" Yasichiro whispered coldly.

"You are looking for me a so-called 'mirror of truth' in my water fairyland?" the Lord sneered.

"It's not difficult. There's a piece here. Yasichiro said as he held out his hand towards Kazama. Kazama hesitated for a moment, then took out a large slap mirror from his bosom and handed it to him.

Yasichiro held the mirror, walked up to the Lord, and presented the mirror. The gesture is respectful.

The Lord took the mirror with one hand and brushed his hair with the other, and without the slightest hesitation, raised the mirror in front of his face.

No one spoke. Still no one spoke. The Lord held the mirror firmly and remained motionless.

"Your lake-green gown, so beautiful in color, sparkling in action—is there really a ripple of water flowing under the hem of your skirt?" Yasichiro asked in a soft whisper, breaking the silence.

When the Lord heard this, he did not hesitate, and in front of the eyes of the people, he bent down and gently lifted up the lake-green robe————

- The whole world has collapsed.