She suddenly understood and asked slowly: "Actually, you have known it for a long time, right?"
The old slave stutters.【26nbsp;】
She was sweating in cold sweat and was frightened.
From the window, the palace in the night was huge and dark, presenting a terrible chaos. Looking up, the stars were dark, as if a huge storm was about to surge out.
I sigh when I love me; I smile when I hate me. No matter what kind of sky is above my head, I am ready to bear any storm.
She stood up slowly, lowered her hands, and in the palace, there were flowing clouds and water sleeves, very long robes and gorgeous clothes, but when she lowered her shoulders, only a pair of dry skeletons were left under her shoulders.
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That night, she was whipping up. She ran quickly, like a real rider, rushing to participate in a life-and-death battle and a ghost's funeral.
The courtyard under the moonlight penetrated the last groan.
The door was closed and she knocked softly: "The Third Prince... The Third Prince... are you inside?"
She heard a hoarse voice.
Her eyes lit up, like an incredible dream: Only in the dream can people come to whatever they think: the door, silently opened, a figure.
Lonely, lonely, and desolate, he seemed to be unable to stand firmly and was shaking. No one knew why he lived in such an isolated place.
He is here.
He is actually here.
Her head was raised, and the woods were dense and rustling. I don’t know if it was a snake, insect, ants, or a poisonous snake, or a beast. However, she was not afraid or cared, and she didn’t even make a sound from her mouth. She just raised her face and was stunned.
Watching the vague sound in a daze.
Until my neck was sore.
She suddenly laughed, giggling, her voice was very low, as if she was talking to herself.
No one hears it, and it cannot be spread.
Between Niao, it is just based on the feeling of the soul.
Then, she heard a subtle sound, like a flower, falling from the tree in the dark. It was heavy, but silent. It was a man covered in blood, he was already scarred and dying... No one had ever done him
I have treated the scar once; no one has ever taken him any good medicine...
He tried his best, like a lonely night owl, hiding here, as if in his lifetime, just to complete that rescue.