Comprehensive Manga: The Throne of Kings

On one side of the ink stone, there is a slightly warm blood, which is shocking.

Li Yi overlooks the distance, and the rain in the night is even more endless. Hualien, Beijing?

After hesitating for a while, I stretched out my hand and put the note next to the flame of the lamp. The flame swept up frantically and greedily, burning all four words on the paper: take chicken as an example.

There is no bodhi tree, where there is dust.Li Yi and Zhou Ling don't know each other, just like Zhou Ling doesn't know this bamboo. If the painting is not done with the author's blood, it will not be brilliant and vivid.

There is a separate world between Li Yi.

Big mountains and raindrops are everywhere.

Zhou Ling was sitting in front of the window, embroidering peonies absent-mindedly, but remembered this poem.

Father's eyebrows have been entangled for many days, and the next person in Men Keluo's family is also terrified, and even Zhou Ling's favorite smart maid has just broken the second bronze mirror.

Li Yi must be hiding something from me.A few days ago, Zhou Ling thought of her father's impatience again: "This is none of your business."

what is the problem?Zhou Ling had never seen her father so anxious that she even looked at Zhou Ling.

If we continue like this, sooner or later this family will fall apart, right?

Zhou Ling thought to herself, the worst thing is, just go back to Nanlong?

"Ah" the heart immediately turned around, looking at the blood drop on the fingertip of the left finger, Zhou Ling was stunned for a while, did not call the next person, but just quietly looked at the blood drop standing on the fingertip, it turned out that , the blood is so beautiful.There is a magnificent beauty, like.bamboo.

Zhou Ling turned the back of her hand, leaving a scar on her wrist outside the sleeve.One year later, no pain for a long time.If it wasn't like this, Zhou Ling herself would have forgotten that Zhu, that white dress.

For a while, Zhou Lingru had an understanding of this.I can't figure out what I'm missing.It wasn't until today that Zhou Ling realized that it was Li Yi who Zhou Ling lacked.

Even if you don't have it, you will think about not wanting to lose it for no reason.Sometimes, a lost premise doesn't necessarily have to be had.

Only by thinking of Li Yi can Zhou Ling be freed from the anxiety and confusion in front of her.If she wasn't really in love, she would be unforgettable.If the child's hand is still alive, then she is worried that her heart will be cut like a knife in the end, isn't she?It turns out that the real pain is not the coldness when the blade kisses the skin, but the increasingly heavy thoughts in the melancholy tightening the original enthusiasm, buried in the sand of time, and letting go of a loneliness.

Once again, Zhou Ling's hunch was correct. (.).)

All the uneasiness, helplessness, simple laughter, persistent childishness and deep feelings were all shattered in an instant, Zhou Ling did not

Chapter 1019

Time to feel the beauty of that place, followed by pain that suffocated Zhou Ling.How painful is it? ! ?It hurts so much that there are no tears to cry; how bitter is it?Too bitter to speak.

Zhou Ling forgot her father's sudden rush home, causing Zhou Ling and her mother to rush back and forth, forgetting the expression on her mother's face when she turned to face death at the last moment, and how she burst into a burst of anger. Incredible power to support her escape behind the pursuit.

Zhou Ling only knew that Zhou Ling's world was only black and red that day.

Zhou Ling was running in these two colors, and no one could see the people around her, but someone moaned and stretched out a helpless hand to Zhou Ling.Zhou Ling didn't dare to look at the faces of the owners of those hands.Zhou Ling didn't dare to put those pale probes into Zhou Ling's hands.Zhou Ling lowered her head, closed her eyes, and ran forward desperately. Someone called Zhou Ling's name in her ear until she was exhausted.Zhou Ling burst into tears, not escaping from life, but looking for the footsteps of death.

On that day, Zhou's small family completely collapsed, more than 30 people in the whole house were cut off, and the only one who escaped was Zhou Ling, but ran to his death alone.

Behind him, a person stood in a white dress, his eyes were cold, even if Zhou Ling was by his side, she never stretched out her hand.

It is like a stranger, but also a stranger.

What pulled Zhou Ling back from Huangquan was a pair of hands covered in too much fat and powder, just like she pulled Zhou Ling back from memory this time.

"Mom" Zhou Ling woke up from the gloomy memory, and entered her eyes with a shrewd face full of the smell of brass.When Zhou Ling was the most dangerous, this seemingly vulgar woman pulled Zhou Ling, and the Zhou family saved this blood, lest Zhou Lu's pure and honest grievances would move the sky.

"Don't get dizzy. Get dressed and go to Prunus. Pay attention to me. It's a big guest this time."

"Mom, don't worry. The time you asked me to go was not a big guest."

"Okay, stop messing around. I tell you, it's different this time. Don't fight with the emperor and son. We can't afford this big Buddha in this small shop."

"The emperor's son? That's a strange name."

"The little girl yelled again, didn't she? The emperor's name is not the one who dares to say it. It will be outside Li in a moment. Don't go in. None of us here can get into Li Yi's eyes."

"Oh? Then why is Li Yi here?"

"You have a lot of questions, give them to me." The pimp took a step and started fighting, Zhou Ling smiled and walked out.

艺伎

In order to make a living, I had to appear in public to play the piano and laugh, but kept the bottom line of being a woman.

light dance.

A year ago, the name started from Jinghua Fengyue.The face of a city, the sound of a piano with an empty hand, makes how many playboy heroes bow down.

How many people did not hesitate to spend thousands of dollars for a relative, Fang Ze, and were willing to atone for Zhou Ling, and even let Ming Media get married, spreading a joke for Chang'an at that time.

But no matter what, Zhou Ling refused with a smile. Those men are not too bad, but the white skirts are too far away.

As fame grew, fewer and fewer people were lucky enough to listen to Zhou Lingqin's speech.When are these people not in a hurry to open the beaded curtains and put

Loads of gold and silver crammed into the arms of mothers around them, just to see the faces of the people?But this time my mother only let Zhou Ling stay in the box, and even her own mother didn't accompany her.

if that is true.Zhou Ling touched her waist subconsciously. She was holding a dagger, not to kill, but to protect herself, although she didn't know what she was protecting, himself.Or the only hope in my heart.

Unlike the hesitation in the past, Zhou Ling now firmly believes that one day she will meet again. Is there a reason for this?No, it's just a gut feeling.But it was this intuition that made Zhou Ling crazily believe that this in itself was an obsession, right?Maybe it should be called Faith.

knock on the door, go in,

"Play a song outside the curtain, you don't have to come in." There was an order in the box, the voice thin and empty.

Zhou Ling passed her mouth and sat down, with her hands on the seven ropes on the box, but she couldn't help but looked behind the curtain curiously.

It can be vaguely seen that the two people in the box are standing on the other side of the box.