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"You step back a little."

"Squeeze me!"

"Who plucked my hair?!"

"Let me see!"

Fengluo and the others desperately pulled the wooden door and looked out through a gap. Everyone was crowded together. One second, Ying Li angrily scolded them for being unruly, and the next second, they squeezed directly into the middle.

It's like stacking arhat.

"Huh? Why can't I see anyone?" Feng Luo scratched his head and wondered.

The others all backed away silently, Feng Luo still clinging to the door.

The next second—

The door was kicked open from the outside, and due to the inertia of the body, Feng Luo threw himself directly to the ground and saw the black and golden boots.

Done.

"Would you like to see enough?" His Highness sneered.

"Uh..." It's not impossible, Ming quickly said, "No, no, you continue."

Fengluo climbed in from the ground and patted the snow on his body, looking up at the sky as if nothing had happened: "Huh? Why is this snow white?"

Dye Bai glanced at him.

Feng Luo crawled back to the attic, smiled at Ranbai, and then took the initiative to close the wooden door, leaving space for the two of them in the world.

The attic is quiet now, and no one dares to listen to the corner: "Come on, let's continue drinking."

In the middle of the night, the wine is on the rise.

I don't know who suddenly asked, How was Your Highness in the past?

Ying Li's movements suddenly stopped.

The atmosphere was a little subtle, only Phoenix was still holding the wine jar stupidly: "Your Highness? Your Highness has always been super nice..."

"Let me tell you a story." Ying Li said.

"Do you know where Siwu is?"

Fengluo heard something: "Six Realms Hell."

"That year, His Highness came out of Siwu and met a young man." Ying Li said calmly, thinking about something, and looking in the direction of the candlelight, "His Highness at that time... Except for a pair of eyes that could see the sun, he couldn't hear or speak. No taste, no pain."

"The boy took her in, let her recuperate, and treated her very well."

"And then?" Feng Luo asked.

"Later." Ying Li smiled, "Afterwards, he stabbed His Highness with a sword, and he died."

There is no redemption at the end of the story, only betrayal.

"why?"

Obviously already a savior, how to do this.

"Because Your Highness is a nemesis, he wants to do this for the common people in the world. It's more cost-effective to abandon one person, right?"

You see how good those people are to deceive, they are worldly, but they are nothing but nemesis.

The truth is buried in the bones, never to be mentioned again.

Feng Luo fell silent.

"It's really not easy for her to come to this day, it's already very hard." Ying Li said softly, "Sir, not only is His Highness happy, but I am also very happy."

He can say these things today because he knows.

His Highness put it down.

Just mentioned one or two.

Then the topic was quickly covered up, as if no one had mentioned it.

All of them were drunk that day, and it was warm in the attic.

Before Feng Feng fell drunk, he stretched out his hand and said, "Me! Let me go, I can still drink!"

Feng Luo was also quite drunk, and he had a headache because of his arguing: "Drink, drink, drink, you phoenix."

"I want to drink...I also want to steal His Highness's peach blossom wine." Phoenix couldn't say a few words, so he lay down on the couch, the light and shadow were warm, and the last sentence was muttering indistinctly, and it was only when he got closer that he could hear it.

"She just wants to live, so she's so sinful..."

…

After half an hour.

The snow was still falling, and the moon did not appear.

The husband had been waiting with her, sitting in front of the courtyard steps.

Ranbai glanced at the dark and gray sky lightly, and said without emotion: "I lost."

The husband suddenly held her hand, and intertwined his fingers gently and dearly, every minute and every second was extremely slow: "Are you sure?"

He narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

"Sir saw the moon." He smiled, "Abai won."

He can't see.

The right to win or lose is in the hands of dyeing white.

Dyeing Bai didn't lie to him.

but--

He would never let her lose.

Ranbai looked at him, her eyes under the long eyelashes were scattered far and wide, and she had a thin bond of affection, and even her blood was cold.

Thousands of unrestrained and madly freehand brushwork flickered across the brows, casual glances at the wind and clouds between the jokes, narrow and long eyes with a romantic look, and the thinness also seems to be affectionate.

It took a long time for a smile to appear: "Well, the moon is out."

She never bet against the moon, but him.

She will definitely win.

"What New Year's resolution does Bai have?"

Amidst the heavy snowfall, His Royal Highness leaned over and put one hand on his side. The red clothes and silver hair were like a picture scroll. The cold snowflakes and the delicate fragrance lingered together. The slender and pale fingers opened the eyes of Su Ling. .

No pause, no hesitation.

The white plain silk fell to the ground lightly, finally revealing her husband's eyes.

The eyes are narrow and long and dusty. They are a pair of very beautiful, pure-hearted eyes, as soft as the wind and snow, as if the sun and the moon are reincarnated, and they are not shocked when they see the vastness of the world.

She had seen him smile before, with the end of her eyes curled up, clean and calm, as if the sun fell into it, and the dawn was bright.

"It's beautiful," she said in a hoarse voice, pressing her cold fingertips against the end of her husband's eyes, and if there was a slight rubbing, those eyes that saw thousands of miles of rivers and mountains turned ruthlessly bloody at the moment, and a moon fell into it, gloomy. Unknown, it is the deep affection that the emperor has been ruthless and forbearing for countless years.

The figure in white didn't speak, and her figure was a little stiff, but she didn't move, letting her move.

"Sir, I want to beg you for a kiss." She smiled, word by word, her voice falling in the cold night, the words were clear.

He paused, then suddenly said, "I remember all of them."

"Um?"

"I have memories of those worlds, but I haven't forgotten them." The gentleman smiled lightly, clear and slender.

in the event of memory loss.

They fell in love with each other time and time again.

They have met countless times in the three thousand worlds, and in the lingering warmth of the blazing fire, they talked about their hidden love to the fullest.

Countless reincarnations, beginning and end.

"What a coincidence, I didn't forget it."

White said.

"Abai tonight, don't take me as a gentleman."

The man was extremely gentle to her.

Even if the gods have abandoned all beings, they will also favor one person.

All indulgence and acquiescence in just one sentence.

"What you said." Ranbai's eyes were dark, and he couldn't see the light and emotions of the sky, and the darkness and morbidity were submerged in it.

"I said it."

A light kiss fell on Mr.'s eyes.

The temperature is cool and soft.

Revealing the unique temperature of His Highness.

Only this lifetime.

They intertwined their fingers in the snowy night, the moon was not visible in the sky, and its color was dull.

When did you have the wolf ambition?

invade and occupy him.

own him.

Imprisoning one person in the abyss of thousands of miles.

It's her husband.

It can only be her husband.

Their fate is tied for a lifetime, and they share joy and life and death, and their emotions have already surpassed all kinds of things.

Dare to admit that you love someone.

Give your life to possess.

Dianbai did not close his eyes, his silver-haired bloody eyes, kissed his eyes, and dropped one kiss after another.

The air was still, only breathing could be heard.

The gentleman's long eyelashes are drooping, the arc is long and attractive, trembling, and the fine snowflakes falling on the eyelashes are quickly melted by the temperature, dyed with a misty moisture.

In the intimate kisses, she finally no longer has a pure heart and few desires, and a tall and clean god bone is also stained with affection and is hooked into the world, willingly.

The broken light in the eyes is shining, and the ends of the eyes are red and passionate, and there are only a few strokes that highlight the stunning beauty of Danqing.

Gentle defense, collapsed.

He leaned forward and kissed her.

His Highness's kiss was also strong and ruthless, and many morbid and affectionate feelings were put into it.

She fell awake.

No longer forbear.

They kissed in the lingering snow, when the solemn and heavy bells rang, when the moon rose.

It's the obsession that haunted him for half his life until he died, and the deep affection that comes again after thousands of miles of barrenness.

How dare you live alone in this world of mountains and rivers.

someday.

Get one.

Enjoy your life.

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