Late at night, the cold moon is in the sky, the cold stars are dotted, the night wind is blowing, and the shadows of the trees are dancing.
The most remote corner of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xiyuan.
Suddenly, the air seemed to solidify, and a small figure stood proudly. The cold moonlight added a bit of cold evil to her. She was arrogant and ruthless in her bones, and there was a murderous aura between her eyebrows.
Her red hair was as loose as bloodshot, enchanting and evil, her blood-colored pupils were filled with cold light, and there was a hint of deep confusion, and her lips were tightly pressed like weeping blood, enchanting and cold.
The air was released and flowed normally. There was a rustling sound of wind, the dead leaves on the ground were rolled up, and the dark tree shadows showed their teeth and claws.[
She walked slowly towards the well step by step. Through the moonlight, a pale little face was reflected in the deep well. The bloody wound on the left face was ugly and hideous.
The blood-colored pupils shrank, and a hint of cruelty flashed through them.
After a while, there was a splash and water splashed in the well. The little body fell into the well. The cold water stimulated every sense and washed away the stains on the body.
I suddenly woke up, it was a real feeling.
It wasn't until it was bitingly cold that she jumped up and stood by the well wet all over.
She thought her legs would never be able to stand upright again, but now that she felt such a real feeling, her heart, which had not been touched for many years, beat a beat.
In an instant, the blood-colored pupils and red hair returned to black, and the aura in his body converged, and he walked towards the room.
Through the moonlight, you can see the broken tables and chairs and the swaying windows.
This is her place? So shabby, but she thinks it's new, everything is new, because, she's reborn.
Opening the cabinet, there were only a few pieces of coarse cloth clothes that had been washed white, a slightly larger black cloak, and some old gadgets.
A quarter of an hour later, she had changed her clothes and put on a black cloak. The broad hat was lowered, and the upright collar covered her face, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes.
She had smelled the lotus fragrance since the morning. It was not an ordinary lotus fragrance, but a red lotus that had been tortured alternately by the severe cold and flames. It burst and turned into a red color. It only bloomed for one day. When the moon set in the west,
Wither.
After looking at the moonlight, I climbed out of the high wall, came to a back hill, and followed the lotus fragrance.
She gasped slightly, with a hint of surprise. She was very weak, and the illusion was forced by will, just like she had just practiced.
What makes her happy is that her body is healthy and can last for such a long time, and she does not need medicine to maintain it.
Late at night, following the lotus fragrance, a small black shadow passed through the back mountain, crossed the street, and came to the gloomy solitary peak at an extremely fast speed.
The moon is in the sky.
Three solitary peaks stand, enveloping a bottomless green lake.
In the distance, a few red lotus flowers bloomed close to the mountainside.[
These red lotuses are the real red lotuses, and red lotuses for hundreds of miles around bloom with them.
The cold moon is gradually setting towards the west, it is almost rotten in its glory, and is about to fall to the extreme, as if it is going to destroy the world.
The mysterious Yin Hong, the bewitching Yin Hong, the cold Yin Hong, the bloody Yin Hong, the desperate Yin Hong.
The red lotus is as evil as a demon and has an unknown meaning, but few people know the power it contains.
There was something strange about the moon in the sky, and the cold wind from the mountains blew through the lotus fragrance.
In an instant, the perfect red lotus began to wither, the green lotus leaves withered, the weeping petals withered, and the lotus pods gradually formed, gradually turning from tender green to dark black. Seven obsidian-like lotus pods stood proudly under the moonlight.