A low moan came from nowhere. Although it was just a gentle stroke, it still reached everyone's ears. The restlessness stopped and was replaced by a confused look.
The wine glass in his hand was frozen in mid-air. Even if the voice was short, he could still tell who it was...
He glanced at Hua Chi who was standing aside, but he deliberately avoided his gaze and just lowered his head, seeming to say forbearingly: "In this humble position... after all, I can't be as cruel as Wuhen."
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The woman in front of him scratched his shoulder in pain, but he knew that his pain was not as painful as the pain of having her toenails pulled out. This woman had always been able to endure it, and he never said a word when she was slapped on the board.
, at this moment, I still couldn’t help but scream out.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to fall down. He still squeezed out a forced smile and said, "Wuhen, hurry up, people outside are probably waiting impatiently."
"Wei Chen really doesn't know what kind of dance music requires the empress to treat me like this?"
"If not, I'm afraid it will hurt even more."
The tweezers in Wuhen's hand pointed at her second toenail. He looked at her, understood, and nodded in acquiescence.
Tonight's moon, incomplete beauty
"Am I a little stupid? In fact, what does those people teasing him have to do with me? Why should I try to be that hero..." Wuhen just silently listened to Eleven talking to himself.
Splashed on his face, her feet trembled in her hands
"If your Majesty is in pain, it will be better if you shout out."
Eleven didn't seem to listen. He raised his eyes and stared at the crescent moon with sadness, "Can Phoenix blood really cure your poison...?"
The crescent moon was like the curve of the corner of Long Lilie's mouth. For a moment, the dark sky seemed to reflect the face that made her feel distressed.
"Wuhen, I regret it. I regret listening to him. I'm so scared. I'm so afraid that one day in the future I will do something that even I can't control..."
Behind him, on the roof tiles, the black shadow was startled, letting the night wind mess up his hair.
All ten toenails fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood of the white feet were blurred. It was only then that Wuhen faintly noticed the trembling of his hands. And the woman seemed to have forgotten the pain, and her ten toes touched the ground without any stumbling.
Suddenly, eleven ballet-like foot rotations, the light veil brushed against the night moon, and the phoenix bell on the head jingled, "How about it, I can still get on the stage like this."
That foot... doesn't it hurt?
Wuhen looked at the half-arc that appeared on the ground for a long time. There was the blood stain left when she danced just now.
"The empress treats the emperor like this, and also allows the ministers to make small profits for the empress."
With the wind of his palm, he sent Eleven onto the gauze and flew away. Wuhen subconsciously glanced at the dark figure already standing on the tiled roof of the palace opposite, and took a deep look.
The fragrance of hibiscus flowers, the figure turned, and the black shadow fell on the ground
There were bloodstains in several places in front of him, and ten pieces of toenails that could not be distinguished were scattered around. He couldn't help but clenched the flute in his hand, and he seemed to be biting the words with hatred in his mouth: "Madman"
Night blurs someone's eyes and messes up someone's heart