The emperor glanced at the woman's eyes, his black eyes were like ink: "This is the uninhabited land of the Northern Wilderness, and this is the imperial palace."
What he wants to do, no one can stop him.
Mu Ziyi snorted coldly, saying that verbal arguments were of no use.
Hu Luo Ping Yang was bullied by dogs. She felt that since her ability disappeared, she was bullied everywhere.
If you want to survive well in this world, you must not have strength.
"You can walk around this palace and no one will restrict your freedom."
The woman sneered: "I am locked up in this palace with barriers everywhere. Is this what you call not restricting my freedom?"
Complete nonsense!
Emperor Gong raised his eyes and said softly: "This is the only palace you can't leave."
His tone was very calm, like the calm before the storm.
Saying it means not saying it!
Mu Ziyi clenched her fists slightly, but the expression on her face suddenly softened, and she asked quietly: "Do I look like your old friend?"
The woman's voice was as light as water, like a stone sinking to the bottom of a lake, and no one answered.
The wind is still blowing in my ears, and the sky is still dark.
After waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the man in black robe speaking. It was as if her inquiry was swallowed up by the strong wind and did not reach his ears.
But Mu Ziyi knew that he didn't want to answer. I don't know whether it brought up his sadness or accidentally poked his scar. The man's eyes turned slightly, and his thin lips opened slightly and said: "You are long?"
Yes, like my dead lover."
As soon as he finished speaking, the strong wind suddenly stopped, and the surroundings became very quiet, even eerily quiet.
The temperature in the air was very low, and even the little black cat in the woman's arms lowered its eyes and did not move.
At this moment, it is quiet.
Looking at the pupils hidden under the mask, it seems that there is a different kind of sadness hidden under those dark and thick eyes.
Yes, sad.
Although nothing could be seen from his eyes, Mu Ziyi felt that the man in front of her was ruthless, but he also had a little sadness in his heart.
She had seen the woman in the painting. She was a woman with an extraordinary temperament.
The woman pursed her lips slightly. She originally wanted to use the woman in the painting to get the man to let her go. But looking at the appearance of the black-robed man in front of her, for some reason, she just couldn't bear to speak.
Love is the word that hurts the most.
Perhaps it was because she had also experienced separation from the person she loved deeply, so at this moment, she could understand the sadness in this man's heart.
The breeze blew by, and a strand of hair beside the woman's ear was rolled up and fluttering gently in the breeze.
The woman's expression at this moment was indifferent and a little cold, and a beautiful figure that appeared in her mind automatically overlapped with hers.
They are the same person.
The emperor's eyes were slightly cold, and he stepped forward and grabbed the woman's wrist, with a strong desire for possession in his eyes: "You are her."
The man's sudden move caught her off guard. Mu Ziyi wanted to pull out her hand, but the man held her hand tighter. The woman's eyes turned cold: "Let go!"
The emperor stared at the woman with his eyes. Her expression was very much like the figure in his memory. How could there be two people so similar in the world?
"She's back..."
Knowing that he had mistaken her for the woman in the painting, Mu Ziyi reminded her in a cold voice: "No matter how similar the appearance is, the dead person cannot come back." He must accept the reality.