Chapter 1712: Is still the person in the spring girl's dream
Chapter 1,712: Just like a woman in a spring boudoir dream
Hundreds of miles away.
The man who is as beautiful as a woman looks at the sky in the distance with a gloomy look on his face.
The charming and charming woman leaned against the wall like a snake and said regretfully: "I thought I could kill Feng Danyuan easily..." She breathed out softly and laughed again: "However, everything is over.
It’s in the plan, so it’s not too regrettable.”
The man didn't reply or look back at her.
The woman said: "Why, are you feeling distressed? Yes, after all, we are friends for many years."
The man finally turned his head and glanced at her, then walked away expressionlessly.
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Yun State, the imperial capital.
The night is dark, starless and moonless.
I don't know if it was because of the sultry weather, but Feng Weihuan had been having trouble sleeping, and one dream after another came one after another.
The lake was covered with cold air and mist. On the other side of the lake, the lights were bright, and bursts of festive sounds of silk and bamboo floated along the mist.
Yan Xiao's chest was seeping with blood. She lay on the snow lion's back and whispered to the snow lion: "Let's go."
A servant came to stop him, and the snow lion roared wildly.
A tall and tall man wearing a red robe came running out of the mist.
"Yan Xiao, I said, even if you die, you have to stay..."
Lin Ze's eyebrows and eyes were all filled with anger, like a ghost.
Horses screamed, swords and halberds clashed, and the black army fought in a bloody storm.
Linze was holding a halberd, his body covered in blood and his eyes were red.
A rain of arrows shot towards him.
A white shadow flew over. Yan Xiao grabbed Linze and took him to the snow lion: "Let's go!"
When the enemy attacked, the two of them were knocked to the ground and rolled for a long time before stopping when they hit a rock.
His whole body was so painful that he almost fainted, but Ke Yanxiao still hugged Linze subconsciously.
"Linze, let's go." Yan Xiao said.
"I'm going to kill them!" Lin Ze looked like a ghost.
"Actually, living is quite good..." Yan Xiao's voice became softer.
Several long arrows shot through her from behind, one of which was right in the center of her mouth.
The battle was finally over. Linze hugged Yan Xiao and walked forward step by step.
Yan Xiao, even if you die, I will not let you go.
In the gloomy ancient tomb, a lamp is as bright as a bean.
Linze, who had the same appearance but half of his white hair, was sitting in front of a chessboard.
On the chessboard, the battle between black and white has come to an end.
The seat opposite him was empty.
He stared blankly at the chessboard, but he couldn't put down the black piece in his hand.
Heizi lost again.
On the snowy street, under a moon-white umbrella, one green and one red, walking side by side.
The biting cold wind blew up Nanming's wide sleeves, causing her flying black hair. The sleeves and the black hair came into contact and then spread out, going back and forth, entangled endlessly.
Suddenly, something hit her feet and she staggered.
A warm and strong hand supported her, and a concerned voice came from her ear: "Princess, be careful."
"Thank you." She whispered, not noticing that a long strand of black hair quietly wrapped around the white wrist of the man next to her.
She stepped on the soft snow on the ground, and heard a very low sound in her ears, click, click——
It seemed that something fell on my heart, and it made the same sound, click, click.
Sunny winter day.
She stood in the library, flipping through the storybook, frowning.
"For joy." A voice like a clear breeze and a bright moon came from behind.
When she turned her head, she saw a handsome man dressed in snow, who looked like the bright moon in the breeze.
