Ultimate Pawn

On the stage, spotlights.

Wearing a white dress, like coming from the sky, flying out of the dust.

The melodious sound of the violin echoed in the air of the hall.

With her long hair tilted, her eyes open, her singing sounded.

"The fallen leaves have piled up several layers, and I have heard it after stepping on my youth."

"Who was in tears in the previous life, tied the rope once for fate."

"I am still waiting for the rest of my life, so I can only be serious once."

"After confirming the look in my eyes, I met the right person, and I swung my sword and turned around, with blood like red lips."

"It is not the blade that hurts people from the memory of the past, but your reincarnated soul."

"After confirming the look in my eyes, I met the right person, I rode my horse out, and the hoofs ran like tears."

"The moonlight from the bluestone slab enters this mountain city, I follow along all the way, you are reincarnated, and I have a deep affection for you."

Singing softly, with magnetic sound in your ears.

Reverberating in the air, floating in the night.

At that moment, Chen Zongheng stood on the spot, clenching his fists.

His eyes, for the first time... a mist loomed.

is her? Isn't it her after all?

Even though, the face looks alike again.

The sound has never been the same.

It turned out that it was someone... who looked so much like her.

After all, it's not that she.

Chen Zongheng's breathing was a little messy.

For the first time in many years, he was confused.

"Hey...what's the matter? Smelly rascal, seeing that they are beautiful, can't walk anymore?" Qiu Shuang pouted and pulled the corner of his clothes with jealousy.

This brought him back to his thoughts from the chaos.

Chen Zongheng was confused, and he slowly sat back on the chair.

Looking at the stage, that gentle, beautiful and suffocating shadow, his eyes are extremely complicated.

How much I want to see you again... Even if you look at it in a hurry, you will leave.

That year, that shadow. Has become a fragment of memory.

Now, it reappears. Even if it's just illusion, even if it's just alike.

But it also made him confused.

He was just like that, sitting under the stage with complicated eyes, looking at the snow-white figure playing on the stage.

Memories continue to overlap, and the two figures look too alike.

The memories of the previous dynasty cross the red dust.

It's not the blade that hurts.

It is your reincarnated soul.

I follow all the way, your reincarnation sound, I have a deep affection for you.

Finally, a song fell.

The melodious and soft singing voice echoes softly in the hall, as if people are nostalgic for it.

This kind of performance is a kind of enjoyment.

Everyone seems to be reluctant to wake up.

On the stage, Yuan Li stood up gently.

Facing the audience, bow your body.

There was thunderous applause at the scene.

Then, she squeezed the skirt and gently walked off the stage.

After she stepped down, she was about to walk back to the audience seat.

Suddenly, he was stopped by a figure.

A young boy, holding a blue rose in his forehand, smiled gently, and handed it to Yuan Li.

"Xiao Lei, congratulations, you succeeded in playing." The young man's voice was very gentle, with a gentle smile.

But when he saw this young man, Yuan Li's complexion changed slightly.

"Thank you Lord Mo for your kindness, but I'm sorry...I don't like flowers." She gently waved her hand, leaned her body, and planned to leave.

However, Mo Jia clearly did not intend to give her a chance to leave at all.

He took a step forward and stopped in front of her again.

At this time, the musical performance on the stage continued.

A group of girls are singing and dancing on the stage.

But in the audience, Mo Jiaming remained the same, holding flowers in front of Yuan Li.

No one dared to stop.

Because of this Mo Jiaming, the background is very big.

In the entire music department, almost...no one dared to mess with him.

He applied for the music department for... just to play with women.

There are countless women in the music department.

In just two semesters of study, he has changed hundreds of girlfriends, and at the same time has an ambiguous relationship with countless girls.

This kind of sentiment from a rich kid is simply a scumbag.

However, no one dared to speak of him.

Because his surname is Mo.

This city has only one family named Mo.

"Xiao Lei, tonight...accompany me to the bar." Mo Jiaming stopped in front of her, reluctantly, still smiling.

This Yuanli, the **** pretends to be pure and stands in the archway. He has been invited many times, but has been rejected.

But the more he was rejected, the more Mo Jiaming's desire to conquer rose.

Innocent bitch, he doesn't put the woman Yuan Li into bed, doesn't make it hard, doesn't take a few **** photos, he doesn't believe in Mo.

In this school, there is no woman he can't conquer without Mo Jiaming.

"Sorry, Lord Mo...I don't know how to drink." Yuan Li shook his head gently, refused again, and tried to leave.

But Mo Jiaming snapped his fingers.

A few boys immediately gathered around him.

Surrounded her round and round.

Almost all of Yuan Li's retreat was sealed.

Today, coercion, profit and temptation, even if you use it strong, you must take this woman down.

As for the school leaders present?

Heh, Mo Jiaming, he has already said hello.

In the entire school, there really isn't any leader who dares not to die and come to him Mo Jiaming's trouble. Unless, the leader doesn't want to live anymore.

In the auditorium, the faces of the students were complicated.

Although, everyone has seen this scene.

But no one really dares to take care of it.

Just kidding, who dares to care about Lord Mo?

Isolated and helpless, Yuan Li was surrounded on the spot.

Her pretty face was a little pale, and her beautiful eyes looked around helplessly.

Trying, hoping that a teacher can help her out.

However, the teachers and school leaders turned their heads one after another, pretending... they had never seen this scene.

No one dares to take care of this.

With a smile on his mouth, Mo Jiaming handed the flower in his hand to Yuan Li.

"Little carp, it's okay if you don't know how to drink, drink with me once tonight, and it will work.

His voice was calm, with a deep smile.

He has never missed the woman Mo Jiaming wants.

Under the auditorium, Qiu Shuang sat on a chair with her beautiful eyes looking not far away, and muttered softly, "That stupid master, it's time to harm the girls again."

She murmured. In the entire school department, I am afraid that only the little witch under Qiu Shuang would dare to call Mo Jiaming like this.

Chen Zongheng sat calmly on the side.

Arms crossed his chest, his eyes were indifferent.

He was also there, watching the situation not far away.

But he didn't have the intention to shoot.

Just looked at it coldly.

Can't guess his state of mind at the moment.

Because that person is not the person in memory after all.

Just one, another girl who looks alike.

The person in my memory has long since passed away.

And if she is still alive.

No need for your own help.

That is a heroine!

Rather than, this lovely girl in front of me.

Ahead, Yuan Li looked helpless and looked around.

But no teacher was willing to get up and help her out.

Her beautiful eyes were red, pitiful.

Throughout the scene, no one wanted to help her.

This Mo Jiaming, acting harshly, is he going to be planted in the hands of...this evil young man today?

He said, let himself go to drink with him.

But everyone knows. Once this is gone, it will never come back.

Under the auditorium, Chen Zongheng looked cold and frowned, and lit a cigarette.

After taking a few deep breaths, he suddenly pinched out the cigarette butt.

Then, he stood up suddenly.

He, after all, couldn't help it.

Try not to be nosy.

But he couldn't see after all, that woman's face was invaded.

Even if it's just alike!

Chen Zongheng looked indifferent, step by step, walking towards Yuan Li.

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