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With the crisp sound of metal clattering, the three black swords were embedded in the sword grooves on the stone pillar almost at the same time. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And at the moment when the black sword was completely submerged in the sword groove, the three stone pillars actually began to tremble slightly, and the ghostly light on the surface was released, and the next moment, three purple pillars of light rose from the top of the stone pillars, and finally intersected at a point above Ye Chuchen's head, bursting out with brilliant brilliance.

"Has the seal been opened?"

Below, everyone looked at the brilliant purple light, and they were all excited, because once the seal was opened, the corresponding void passage would appear, and several people were looking forward to the appearance of the void passage.

"Whoa!"

The purple light was even more gorgeous, and the three intersecting purple lights slowly rose, and the little fluorescence was separated from the purple light, with a subtle friction sound, and the sea of purple flowers around the Roland Hall reflected each other, forming a beautiful and incomparable picture.

Ye Chuchen fell to Xia Zimo's side, and his eyes were also staring intently at the slowly rising beam of light, and the look of anticipation flashed in his eyes.

"It's so beautiful!" While looking at the sea of purple flowers with joy, he jumped next to Xia Zimo, and directly hugged Xia Zimo's arm with both hands.

"Sister Zimo, what kind of flowers are these, how can they be so beautiful!" Youmeng whispered, Xia Zimo frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer, because it was also the first time she had seen a purple flower in front of her.

And at the moment, almost everyone's eyes were focused on the three beams of light, Xia Zimo was no exception, and it was obviously too out of place for Youmeng to suddenly come over and ask her this kind of question.

However, after listening to Youmeng's question, Xia Zimo glanced at the purple flowers everywhere again, and suddenly showed a touch of surprise on his face, only to see that these purple flowers, under the illumination of three beams of light, the color was more and more gorgeous, with purple light blooming, and the color continued to darken, if you don't look carefully, it is not necessary to see it as dark red, so it is no wonder that Yumeng will be so surprised.

"By the way, Sister Zimo, do you have a favorite flower?" said Youmeng, her big eyes full of agility.

"Do you like flowers?" Xia Zimo hesitated slightly, and then said with a melancholy look in his eyes: "If you insist on me saying what flowers I like, I think it's probably violet!"

"I remember when I was a child, my dad used to tell me that my mother was very fond of violets, and when I was not yet born, my yard was full of bright violets, and my mother took care of these flowers every day, until my father's business failed, and my mother was very reluctant to say goodbye to the violets she had planted for many years. I think it's because of my mother, so I feel very kind to violet. Xia Zimo said, tears flashing in the corners of her eyes.

Youmeng was also a little sad in her eyes, and as a human girl, how could she not see that the reason why Xia Zimo liked violet was because she missed her mother too much, and only in violet could she find a trace of motherly warmth.

Watching quietly, like a teardrop, the poignant fall, falling into a paragraph, no theme variation, becoming an eternal sound,

Become you, the beauty of life in your eyes A tear, alone in your fingertips, turned into my thoughts, strung into a dream, so gentle.

Purple and bright, want to fall but not fall, like, a bright snow lotus on the top of Mount Everest, you bloom mysteriously in the Sanskrit singing, the purple soul, let me longing but out of reach, thinking about it night and night, only the tears frozen in the corners of the eyes remain.

Willingly, life is as brilliant as one, there is no end, there is no difference, many times in the dream to your delicate touch and pity, to the beauty of quiet, to the warmth that has been absent for a long time, but powerless, the bloom of flowers has not escaped withering.

With a drop of crystal telling, engraved for your attachment, my thoughts, your love, I tell you with the most beautiful smile

I can't help but be moved, the softness of that moment, you smiled and watched me come, I wonder if the violet was also happy for you at that moment.

Quiet in a gentle sleep, you close your eyes and listen to my faint breathing, I may see all the reluctance in your eyes like for violet, I want to understand, but I am still so young.

And you, with a pale smile, also rose and fell purple breath, lightening the steps of the soul, drop by drop, drop by drop, knocking down your final decision, gradually moving away, quietly smoothing the ripples in the eye waves.

Then, look at you quietly and look at that teardrop on your hand

The poignant fall has become an eternal concern for me, and it has also become my constant song, and the beauty of life in my eyes, that is you singing in Sanskrit, in the gaze of my thoughts, that is you blooming, in my curling life, I can never forget you, because you are the most loving mother to me.

At this moment, Xia Zimo's heart seemed to be singing, from the brilliant purple flowers, it was even more like seeing the violets dripping with water, and the face that could never be seen again.

"Sister Zimo, are you okay!" Youmeng touched Xia Zimo's sleeve slightly, and said a little worriedly, Xia Zimo, who was hurting, came back to his senses, and tears were already falling silently from the corners of his eyes.

Just now, she seemed to have fallen into a beautiful dream, in which she saw violets blooming everywhere, and the fragrance of flowers filling the air was full of warmth drifting away, to the horizon, to the cape, and finally to her heart, piecing together a beautiful face.

She smiled, opened her hands, and gently embraced herself into her arms, as she had been when she had just been born, singing softly in her ears, and closing her eyes in the cheers.

"Sister Zimo, don't be too sad!" Youmeng said again, a smile on her face, "You miss your mother so much, I think she will be very happy to know, and if she sees that you are also so fond of Violet, she must be comforted." ”

Youmeng's words made Xia Zimo's face smile appear again, and after thinking about it, Youmeng continued: "And thinking about it in the future, Brother Ye Chuchen also knows that you like violet flowers, after the two of you are together, he loves you so much, he likes you, he will definitely plant a lot of violets for you!"

It's okay not to say it, but as soon as he said it, Xia Zimo's face swelled with two flushes, bowed his head slightly, and squinted at Ye Chuchen beside him, Ye Chuchen naturally heard Youmeng's words, and his face showed a little embarrassment.

Although he didn't say anything, he could already see from his expression that it was really as Youmeng said, and in the future, he would do that, because he liked Xia Zimo, whether it was in the past, present or future, he always liked it.

(Today, tomorrow is a lot of things, so these two days can only be one day a shift, I hope the brothers forgive me!)

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