She heard a buzzing sound behind her. Looking back, it seemed like a fly, flying beside the Third Prince, and then fled. [26nbsp;] Where did the fly come from this season?
There was a faint breath of death.
She was frightened and remembered ancient legends and stories about corpses. Some dead people were indifferent and grievances and pain, so a stream of spirit solidified into frost and could never be resolved. So, in some strange spaces
Under the influence of time, it may be a spell, or a corpse-driver, whose body will not decay for the time being, and they will return to their hometown.
However, once that spirit is broken, everything will become a pile of ashes, a bunch of red and dry bones, and a bunch of spider webs.
Especially after some wars, the dead souls appear and dare not let down the parents, wives and children in the distant hometown. They always return to their hometown from thousands of miles away. When the sun rises, they are prosperous, but when the sun sets, they are broken walls and scattered walls.
, The mountain is full of dry bones.
How miserable.
The Three Prince. The quiet Three Prince, is he just a soul of a dream?
So, she couldn't see him in the nightmare, and she couldn't see him when she was fighting... Maybe it was because of her pity for her coldness, so his soul appeared in the mist and gave her a little pitiful comfort?
She reached out to pull him, but he was stunned for a moment, and did not retreat, and pulled her hand.
Even my hands were cold and I couldn't feel any heat at all.
I pinched my arm and didn't feel any pain.
She can no longer tell the difference between dreams and reality.
He just pinched his cold big hand in a daze and murmured to himself: "The Third Prince... are you alive... are you really still alive?"
His voice was calm, "Shui Lian, as long as you are still alive, I will be alive."
But she couldn't feel any comfort. She felt that she was actually dead. She had ascended to heaven a long time ago, and her soul was dispersed, so she wandered in a virtual space. The third prince was like this, could he be dead too?
of?
She once again stared at his handsome face. It was too much, really too handsome, so neither God nor her could tolerate him. The Third Prince was dead.
You are dead, so young and beautiful, no one can compare to you
Your delicate face, that stunning beauty, will return to the soil so soon
Although the soil has endured it, people will inadvertently trample on it.
But there is someone who can't bear to look at your grave for a moment