The black prince on the bar: the hidden secret of the phoenix birthmark

He didn't help her, and he didn't blame her, but the suspicion in his eyes still broke her heart.

She turned around silently, the red skirt fluttering, and he looked at her absent-mindedly. He didn't know why, at that moment he was full of panic, and after a long time, he understood that it turned out that it was the panic of losing her.

It's a pity that he claims to be smart, but he can't see through it.

When she blocked the knife for him and killed the marshal of the opponent with all her strength, he finally knew why she appeared here.

He caught her firmly, her face was as pale as paper, but she showed a familiar smile to him. [

"I don't ask for palaces, Ninghong, and clothes, but I want to live and die together. I never thought it was blindly unrequited love. I am persistent. If there is an afterlife, I will definitely learn to let go."

"No, I was wrong, I love you, but please don't leave."

She smiled, and there was an indescribable sarcasm in that smile: "But I decided not to love you anymore."

A golden light flashed, and a golden needle was inserted into her head. Before he could stop her, the white hair on her head slowly turned back to black.

His heart seemed to have stopped beating at that moment, and the air was completely stripped from his world. Suffocation was no longer enough to describe the bone-piercing chill at this moment, and only the wet blood remained in his vision.

Close your eyes, in your mind, her voice keeps ringing and amplifying, like a hovering bird, repeating over and over again, capturing all his thoughts, that beautiful face, her eyes and smiles, so easily Intruded into his defenses, destroyed his defenses, and made him nowhere to escape.

No longer caring about, no longer covering up his indifferent and calm mask, he cried and shouted, tearful, mournful, and teary eyes dimmed.The person in his arms didn't care about his cries, and his hands slowly dropped powerlessly.

He was like this, looking at the delicate face of the woman in his arms, as clear as a jade carving, his slender fingers unknowingly slid along her outline, leaving nothing but desolation.

After all, he was reluctant to let her go, so with everything behind, he reversed her memory and made her think that her white hair was white on the battlefield, so that she might feel better.

He had also thought about erasing her memory. If the golden needle went deeper, her memory would be completely wiped out, but he was reluctant after all. He didn't want her to forget him, and she didn't want her to let go of his. Affection.

Once again the memory is affected, the flood is hard to get back, and the heartache intensifies. When I am alone, the past travels through mountains and rivers and returns to my heart. The yesterday that I thought I had forgotten is so clear in front of my eyes.

Mei Sha listened, she was startled, no wonder Feng Qining was so excited, she thought she could be free, but never thought that there was such a layer.

White hair, how much despair is that, how deep is that love?

"I'll settle accounts with you later"

Mei Sha turned around and left. The people present couldn't recover for a long time. She was abandoned on her wedding night. What did she do wrong?Do things like this happen to her again and again?

Murong Li clenched his fists tightly, he really wanted to hit him, but the fist he raised didn't come down after all.

Mei Sha stood beside Feng Qi Ning's bed, the memories of her previous life tormented her, and she couldn't understand the complicated emotions unless she had experienced it herself.

Murong Li walked in at some time, Feng Qining didn't dare to look at him.