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Chapter 815 Entering the Temple (2)

In the dark basement, the slender boy was tied to a wooden stake with a chain as thick as his wrist.

Brutal and delicate, rough and delicate, the contrast is particularly terrifying.

There, the swaying lights are broken, the chapped bark is broken, the messy hair is broken, and the sweat beads rolling down are broken.

Everything is broken.

Except for his eyes, it couldn't be more complete.

In front of the young man, a flower was quietly lying on the veil, lying in his gaze, enduring a love that a flower could not bear.

It seems that flowers accompany people to boil; but people don't feel boiled anymore.

How light a person must be, how thin his life must be, to be dragged back from hell to the world by a flower.

In Rongyuan in the middle of Shu, he woke up from a serious illness and fell on the bed curtain, like a green lotus crushed in the dust.

She asked with concern and politeness: "Master Rong, are you feeling better?"

"My surname is Zhong, my first name is Ying, and my name is Huaisheng."

The young man smiled warmly, answered completely irrelevant questions, and then said: "Thank you Master Xuan for saving my life, I am much better now."

At that time, she only thought that he was answering irrelevant questions, but he just couldn't wait, couldn't wait to give her his biggest secret as soon as possible.

From now on, he has nothing to hide from her.

A respectful and gentle young man, when he meets her, he always looks reckless and young like a stunned young man.

The boy thought to himself, baby, my life is short, I am afraid that if I leave suddenly, you will not know who it is, hiding in the dark and loving you desperately.

The three thousand miles of weak water that should have been calm, turned out to be stormy and stormy that day, with raging waves.

Ying Long, who was dressed in brilliance, carried the unconscious girl on his shoulders, fighting in the wind and waves, while striving to move forward.

On the surface of the water where even feathers can't float, Yinglong's body submerged again and again, but the girl on his back was never wet.

The stream of weak water was attacked and turned into a blade-like sharpness.

Ying Long pushed forward against the direction of the water flow, only to hear the sound of "cracking, crackling, crackling", which even overwhelmed the howling of the stormy waves.

That is the weak water blade, cutting off the dragon's scales piece by piece.

He struggled, but never retreated.No matter how many miles he forced to cross, he would leave behind as long a bloody ribbon.

In the vast sea, the ribbon is like a bridge of blood, carrying the girl's dream of returning to the world.

On Fenglin Island, under the jacaranda, the girl inserted the golden hairpin into her hair, shook her head at the boy, and asked repeatedly if she looked good.

"It looks good." The young man smiled, and the smile on his eyebrows was about to turn into a spring breeze. "Fortunately it didn't disgrace you too much."

Dreams come and go one after another, but the dreamer is buried in the night, with his eyes open all the time.

Sometimes, Wanyan holds a golden hairpin in her hand.

Sometimes, Wanyan felt that she was holding a bowl.

In the bowl is fragrant glutinous rice.

She was sitting on a wooden chair under the tree, shaking her calves happily, eating glutinous rice with big mouthfuls, and boasting three times after eating.

Behind her, the teenager held a comb and brushed her long cloud-like hair.

"The third bowl is Baby Baby, and if you eat it again, you won't be able to digest it. If you like it, I will make it for you tomorrow, and I will make it for you every day until you get tired of it."

The boy's voice came from behind, gentler than the spring breeze.

"But it's so delicious, I won't get tired of it at all." The girl didn't swallow a mouthful, her voice was muffled, and she didn't want to put down the bowl.

"Then I will do it for you forever." The young man smiled.

All the dreams were awakened, only Wanyan was sitting alone in the empty wheel palace, walking endlessly through the clouds.

Holding a golden hairpin in her hand, she dared not look back.

There will be no more behind me, a gentle and freehand boy.

Poor Lungong, it can carry the long night, but it can't carry her sporadic thoughts.

At midnight, the moon sets on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Everything is silent, only the majestic snow mountain and the sky are far away.

At that time, the only thing that was awake was a round of snow in the sky, and the world was full of mountains and moons.

A wheel palace descended from the sky and landed steadily near the top of the mountain.

The attendants carefully opened the curtain of the wheel palace, for fear of disturbing the sleep of those inside.

However, when he entered, he immediately saw a pair of eyes, which were exceptionally clear and lonely in the dark night.

Sober and desperate.

And that person stood there, as stiff as a statue of Guanyin.

The moonlight splashed on her body, dimming everything except her eyes.

Seeing the sudden intruder, the person didn't move, only the teardrops in his eyes flickered.

The attendant was stunned for a moment, and without knowing why, he withdrew without thinking.

How strange, he didn't know the story of the person in it at all, just being stared at by those eyes made him feel sad and hopeless.

"what happened?"

A cold voice came from behind the attendant.

The attendant came to his senses suddenly, turned around and knelt down on the ground, raised the clothes in his hands above his head, and said respectfully:

"My lord, the Queen Mother has not fallen asleep."

The attendant didn't go any further, but Jing Shijialan understood what he meant.

"You all leave."

He took the clothes in the hands of the attendants and walked towards the wheel palace step by step.

From the perspective of people behind him, his back was as sad as if he was about to die.

When Jing Shijialan walked into the wheel palace, Wanyan had already wiped away her tears and everything in her eyes.

She still sat upright, silently watching Jing Shijialan walking step by step.

At that moment, her pupils were him, but it was clear and empty.

Jing Shijialan walked up to Wanyan and looked down at her.

From his angle, all he could see was the top of her hair, her browbones, the bridge of her nose, and her motionless eyelashes.

He was waiting for a word from her, even if it was a vicious curse.

With just one sentence, he can slightly loosen the shackles around his neck.

However, she didn't say a word, she just stared fixedly at him, at the level of her eyes.

Jing Shijialan pinched the fingers of the clothes, tightened and tightened, and finally threw the clothes on Wanyan.

The movement was distinctly stiff, and what was even stiffer than the movement was Jing Shijialan's words.

"Entering the palace is imminent, change clothes quickly."

Wanyan lowered her eyes, and glanced at the clothes that were half clinging to her knees and half lying on the ground.

The white clothes and gauze are exactly the same as what Jing Shijialan is wearing at the moment.

Wanyan didn't say a word, and didn't move.

She hated the dress, so much she couldn't even reach out and throw it away.

Jing Shijialan let out a long sigh in his heart, his eyes sparkled.

It was in this extreme helplessness that Jing Shi Jialan grabbed Wanyan's collar with such strength that she lifted Wanyan up a bit.

Jing Shijialan's other hand was hanging powerlessly by his side, but his fist was clenched tightly.

"Xuan Wanyan, either I go out and you change into this dress yourself.

Or, I'll help you change your clothes. "

When Jing Shijialan spoke, he was neither sick nor slow, neither happy nor sad, but the sense of coercion was overwhelming.

(End of this chapter)