Gu Yuean has already understood that this is the most dangerous knife stabbed by Elvis Presley Li Sui.

This long story about Elvis Presley Li Suijian is a comprehensive foreshadowing for this knife.

Elvis Presley is like a ghost hidden in people's hearts, who can spy on all people's desires and scars, and then kill them with a knife according to these desires and scars.

Although Gu Yue'an already understood, he couldn't get out, he was trapped in the quagmire of time, and the old things of the past kept dragging him into the abyss.

Can't help yourself.

Time is the curse of death.

Ten years have passed, and he seems to have departed from the past, but in fact, this has always been the biggest flaw in his heart.

He didn't dare to look at her face.

"Gu Yue'an! Wake up!" He heard someone calling his name, it was Wang Gongzi, he was extremely anxious, but Gu Yue'an suddenly didn't want to wake up, inexplicably he felt that this was not bad, just fall infinitely, and he didn't have to face anyone anymore, anything, just let the memories stay in the best past.

"Gu Yue'an, wake up!" was another Wanwan voice.

Gu Yuean really wanted to wake up, but she was about to sink to the bottom.

Just when Gu Yue'an's consciousness was about to be completely lost, he suddenly felt a coldness on his face, as if something had splashed on his face.

What is it?

Water?

"Gu Yue'an. "Who's calling me?

Gu Yue'an suddenly came to his senses, because he smelled blood.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a woman, stopped in front of him.

The blood came from her body, and the blood had already stained her white clothes, and Li Suiyu, who had already fallen into the devil, came like a storm, and his fingers and claws were already full of her blood.

At this time, at the last moment, the woman who was already seriously injured was unable to dodge.

Gu Yuean held the knife, and ten years of thoughts flowed on the knife.

Once there is affection on the knife, it will slow down and become heavier, because there is concern and burden.

But it is precisely in this way that the knife can protect, the person you want to protect.

There's a woman you've been heartbroken about.

Then you were young, pure in love, so crazy in love.

Then love will also find a good day and die quietly, like a ruined face.

Really, don't care?

Gu Yue'an, your heart ......

What the hell are you thinking?

Your knives, do you still have those ties?

"I, no, know, way. Gu Yue'an took out the knife, and thirty-six shocks poured out, and Li Sui, who had fallen into the devil, was in ashes.

The illusion around slowly dissipated, and another mist poured up, but Gu Yuean still didn't look back, just said in a low voice: "You are ...... again." Why bother?"

The person behind him did not answer.

After a while, she smiled and said, "You've got a lot of gray hair." ”

"Chen Xiaotong!" Gu Yue'an finally called out the name, he roared angrily and turned around and slashed, as if the doubts and injuries that had been hidden in his heart for the past ten years were hidden on this knife.

What the hell are you for?!

Then the next moment, Gu Yue'an suddenly found himself propping up from a table.

The table is a good table, the corners are decorated with moire, the table paint is black and gold, and there are pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table.

The room in front of you is also exquisite and elegant, and the things used are extraordinary, which are not available to ordinary people.

The lights were already lit in the house, and it was night.

"Chunxiang, what time is it?" Gu Yue'an heard himself speak, to be precise, he heard the body he was in now.

This statement is very awkward, but it is true, Gu Yuean now has her own consciousness, and she also feels that she is possessed by a person, but she can't control this body.

Once again, he unconsciously entered the illusion, another spectator's perspective, but this time he was bound.

Gu Yue'an was startled when she heard the body she possessed speak.

Because this voice is actually a female voice, and, as it sounds, this voice is extremely familiar.

It's like ......

"If you go back to the county lord, it's three o'clock in the unitary time, is the county lord hungry, do you want the little maid to get something to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry yet. Gu Yue'an shook his head when he found that he was possessed, pondered for a while, and then raised his hand and lifted the pen.

Seeing the hand holding the pen, Gu Yue'an's heart jumped fiercely again, and those hands ......

He would never admit it.

Slender and tactful, beautiful to the extreme.

No......

Gu Yuean kept shaking her head in her heart, it was impossible.

This......

At this time, the hands were already on the spread of the paper, and a line of words was written:

Tonight, the side wall of the palace, in the osmanthus forest, is not seen or dispersed.

There is no attribution.

But the man holding the pen had already chuckled and said to himself, "Idiot." ”

When Gu Yue'an heard this, her chest was like a hammer, and she couldn't breathe at all.

"Haruka. After writing those words, the man waited for the pen and ink to dry, carefully folded it, and called the maidservant girl named Chunxiang outside.

The door opened, and a little beauty in palace clothes walked in, looked at the person possessed by Gu Yue'an and said, "What does the county lord command?"

"You go, give this piece of paper to the person who will be waiting in the Yuehua Hall for the decisive battle tonight. The pair of extremely beautiful hands picked up the piece of paper that was capable of pen and ink, and handed it to the beauty in the palace costume.

"Yes. The little beauty in the palace costume seemed to know who this piece of paper would be handed over, and she smiled lowly, and then said, "Don't worry, county lord, with your encouragement, Gu Daxia will definitely win tonight." ”

"What do children know?" said the owner of the hand lightly, but there was obviously joy in his words that could not be hidden.

"Go ahead. ”

"Yes, Lord Shire. ”

Haruka is gone.

The door to the house was closed again.

The owner of the hand sat at the table for a moment, then picked up the pen again, spread out a piece of paper again, and began to write again.

This time it was a poem written:

The moon is dark and the fog is light, and it is good to go to Lang's side tonight. Socks step incense steps, hand gold shoes.

See you on the south side of the painting hall, and you have always been trembling. It is difficult for the slave to come out, and the king is merciful.

After she finished writing, she suddenly sighed, she was extremely ashamed, and she didn't understand why she wrote this poem, so she quickly put away the piece of paper, raised her hand to take it to the candle and burn it, but in the end, she hesitated again and put it in her arms.

After a while, she picked up the pen again, first wrote two words on the paper, then it was rare, and finally she wrote three words, Gu Yue'an.

Then she chuckled.

Gu Yue'an, on the other hand, had completely forgotten to breathe, her mind was in a mess, and she kept echoing a sentence.

No way.

No way.

No way.