"This is impossible, this is impossible." After everything dissipated, Yuehua simply couldn't believe that everything so real in front of her was actually an illusion, coming quietly and leaving without a trace... Wave a wave
Sleeves, leaving no trace.
Yuehua still stood there in a daze, one foot raised in the air, ready to kick over the last table. His feet had not yet woken up from the shock.
"This singing sound is so familiar..." Ruhua said to herself.
"Have you heard this song?" Dai Yuan asked.
Ruhua shook her head.
"The words are so sad and euphemistic... every sentence is soul-breaking... completely different from the operas I learned to sing when I was an actor. I haven't heard anyone sing them anywhere, but it just feels familiar..."
Dai Yuan wondered if Ruhua had suffered from amnesia, or perhaps too many things had happened recently that had made him obsessed.
When he was in the Elf Tribe, he was actually familiar with some of the customs of the Elf Tribe. Now here, he was familiar with this song. And it was so familiar that he couldn't explain the ins and outs of it. It really made people anxious just watching it, and they wanted to get into it.
Go inside his head and see what's hidden in this guy's hippocampus.
"You're okay." Dai Yuan looked at Ruhua worriedly. She was as beautiful as a flower, but she was thinking too much. Alas, no one is perfect, and we can't ask for too much. This is already pretty good. At least she is devoted to herself.
, he did not hesitate to give up his wealth and wealth and his brother who had the same mother.
Like flowers, it’s actually pretty good.
Dai Yuan caressed his face, no matter how perfect it looked, she would never get tired of it. She would never be bored if she had him by her side.
"Don't think about things you don't understand. Maybe you will understand it naturally when the time comes." Ruhua nodded. Now he really doubted whether he had experienced something and couldn't remember it.
Everything returned to tranquility, except that the candles were still burning, and the brightness was a little dimmer than before. There were 372 candles, each one a lot.
Looking at the moon on the water, the future is bright, but there is no way out.
Dai Yuan and Ru Hua were thinking carefully about whether the words the woman sang just now had anything to do with the exit. Yue Hua and Luo Ta were looking for new clues along the walls and pillars again and again.