Chapter 2013 Tribulation Fruit (17)
"I don't see outsiders..."
That would be a bit troublesome.
You have to find a way to get close to judge whether it is him or not.
She clicked her tongue and stood up straight.
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Lagerstroemia Palace.
The palace of cold silence.
Towering old trees and glazed tile eaves.
The huge and empty courtyard is full of exotic flowers and plants, and the pool is clean.
The Zhumen are closed tightly, and the golden dragon hovers in front of the Zhumen, with golden scales and armor, majestic.
The vast and magnificent stars are dotted with stars, dotted on the sky.
From time to time, meteors will pass by, and the streamer will suddenly appear.
That bright purple, arrow pointing straight.
Pointing in the direction of Ziwei Palace, it is faintly visible.
Like a god, the beautiful hand fell slowly, silently sympathizing.
Quiet abnormal.
His Royal Highness, who returned to the **** position, did nothing after returning.
Just sit quietly in the hall, close your eyes and meditate.
Has not moved for a long time.
Just returned, his breath is still unstable.
Plus…
Forcibly made his little fox ascend to immortality, and carried the thunder calamity for her.
He sat quietly on the high hall, his handsome and cold face seemed faintly pale.
The unattainable and cold breath of exiled immortals adds a bit of fragile and shocking beauty.
Chen Zi Jinghua, as dazzling as the moon and stars.
He adjusted his breath, closed his eyes, and sat quietly for a long time.
Finally, he slowly opened his eyes.
The deep and cold eyes, with lowered gaze, fell on the empty and lonely hall.
Empty, just him.
Thousands of years, it seems that nothing has changed.
His eyebrows were cold, extremely calm.
Looking calmly, the bottom of the eyes are alienated and indifferent, as if they have never had a temperature.
Seven emotions and six desires.
There is a wet and sticky feeling on the back, warm and warm.
The smell of blood spread.
He seemed to have no feeling, his eyes were extremely calm.
Calmly, looking at the palace.
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When she took off her clothes, most of the noble and unadorned robes had been soaked with blood.
The edge has already dried and turned a dull maroon.
Shockingly tight.
Hanging the clothes on the rack casually, during the movement, suddenly, a handkerchief fell out of it.
The beautiful bright red lightly fell to the ground.
The pattern above is a crooked fox that looks funny.
The embroidery is rough and the stitches are uneven.
You can tell at a glance that it was made by an unqualified embroiderer.
Inside and out, it doesn't look good at all.
The craftsmanship is very clumsy.
The cold and handsome **** dropped his gaze and paused.
Then, he picked it up extremely calmly.
The handkerchief is soft, light and thin.
It is very fragrant and very fragrant, with the unique breath of the original owner.
He watched quietly, his expression as usual.
The cold, white fingertips kept landing on the fox.
Rubbing, the uneven stitches on it are even a little prickly.
Like that fox, sometimes it will bite people when it is cornered.
Thinking of something, his eyes softened slightly.
At that moment, there seemed to be an indescribable shadow like Su Chen.
The bloodstains on his cold white back were mottled deep into the bone marrow. With his back facing the light, the hand holding the handkerchief slowly tightened.
The delicate fox pattern was held in the palm of the hand.
A faint scent of flowers filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood.
He slightly lowered his brows and eyes, his expression was vague in the dimness.
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(end of this chapter)