As the elevator descends, a series of excited bubbles rise up on the bottom of the sea.

There are lights in the sea.

The light shines on the clear blue, shallowly rippling.

Some swimming fish shuttled in front of Jing Jiaren's eyes, swinging their colorful tails.

The submarine cemetery gradually began to appear, and there was a slight warm light in the deep blue sea...

It was simply a beautiful underwater palace.

At the entrance is a huge jade statue sitting on a toffee chair, which is the statue of [Jing Jiaren].

Jing Jiaren overlooked this majestic building, like a psychedelic imperial capital, being trampled under their feet.

The elevator landed, and when it opened, it was a long passage, like an aquarium.

Seeing fish swimming under the glass floor seems to be walking on the ice.

Ximen Longting walked extremely fast with one hand in his sleeve, Jing Jiaren's knees hurt and she tried her best to keep up.

Entering one of the palaces, the hall is tall and wide, with a huge chandelier hanging directly above it, and thousands of crystal lights are on. No wonder it can keep the light in the sea.

Jing Jiaren suspects that just by using electricity for one night here, the amazing consumption will be generated.

The interior of the hall is decorated with stained glass mosaics with golden backgrounds, many of which are oil paintings by Jing Jiaren, which are extremely beautiful.

Looking at those portraits, Jing Jiaren realized that she had never been painted——

So these portraits should be painted by imagination alone.

But apart from Ximen Longting, why did the artist imagine her figure and appearance to paint?

There is only one result, these paintings are all masterpieces of Ximen Longting.

Wilson said that this submarine cemetery was built according to the specifications of a palace.

There are halls, living rooms, living rooms, dining rooms, study rooms, kitchens...

The room was not bad as it should be.

The utensils here are naturally added according to Jing Jiaren's preferences. When passing through a dressing room, Jing Jiaren saw layers of clothes arranged in different categories.

The court-like cabinet was inlaid with gold leaf and mirrored on all sides, including the zenith.

Standing in the center can see yourself from all sides...

Every pattern here is exquisite and beautiful.

Entering the living room, Jing Jiaren saw that the "big bed" they met for the first time had been transported here, as well as the black grand piano.

The layout of this living room is very similar to the one in the island.

Inexplicably, Jing Jiaren felt a surge of grief in her heart.

The figure of Ximen Longting stopped by the piano, watching the camellias in the sunset vase on the piano wither.

He frowned slightly, and Wilson immediately stepped forward to take it: "Master, I'll have someone change it now."

Ximen Longting pressed his fingers on the keys, and finally looked at Jing Jiaren squarely: "Come here."

Jing Jiaren had no choice but to sit down in front of the piano if he wanted her to sit.

"You want me to play the piano for her?" Jing Jiaren raised her head and asked, "The one in the opera house?"

Ximen Longting was noncommittal: "Play."

Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes, fool, I am not dead at all, I am right in front of you.

The sound of the piano sounded, echoing in this silent palace under the sea, it sounded particularly sad.

Ximen Longting's icy figure stood at the window——

A bodyguard picked up the remote control and pressed it, and the dark blue curtain slowly opened, like a big stage, revealing a panoramic glass wall.

Beyond the walls is the vast underwater world...

Ximen Longting didn't know what he thought of, he hooked his lips evilly, and smiled elegantly and sternly.

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