But she suddenly became excited and asked, "Have you seen the person who bought it?"
The person who came to retaliate came forward with a huge crystal mirror, and touched the mirror with spiritual energy in his hand, so the purple energy filled the air. After a while, an ordinary man appeared on the mirror.
The man stood in the wine shop, holding a bottle of "Sixue" in his hand, his eyes fell on "Repent", and he didn't know what he was thinking.
This is Shi Yingxue who just bought spiritual wine in Xingyue City. She is wrapped in many illusions and magic weapons. Even if it is shown in this mirror, it is impossible to see what her appearance is like. She looks nothing but
He was a very ordinary man, and he seemed no different from the others walking around.
The surprise in the lady's eyes suddenly disappeared.
She waved her hand, looking very uninterested: "Just take it, it's not an old friend."
The attendant holding the mirror suddenly asked, "Does Madam have any old friends?"
"There used to be." There was a slight sadness in Madam's eyebrows. She smoothed her long hair around her temples, her fingertips were white and cold. "But later on, because of my own reasons, I pushed my old friend away alive.
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The attendant responded with a few words and said no more.
Just as the lady was about to turn around and leave, the attendant holding the mirror was about to leave.
But when his eyes fell on Shi Yingxue in the mirror, he realized that he was already moving, and there was a faint glow around him, as if space was distorted.
There is only one kind of spatial distortion that will appear in this mirror, which is to show that the person appearing in the mirror is equipped with illusions and magic weapons that change the appearance. Even the mirror is deceived and no one can even see it.
So the attendant said happily: "Madam, this person may be your old friend!"
The lady did not look back, her tone was full of desolation: "Whether it is true or not, the past has long since become the past."
She lay down tiredly on her soft couch again and closed her eyes in pain.
She was remembering her past, remembering the time when she was the little princess in her family many, many years ago.
At that time, she was carefree, as if nothing would be a shackles to her, nothing could make her feel sad, and no one could make her feel sad.
She felt that the people she liked would always stay by her side, but in the end they left one by one without leaving anyone behind. Even the last person she liked was pushed away from her by herself.
Those happy pasts were floating back and forth in her memories, and Madam only felt tired.
Good times are always the most beautiful in memory, but good times are always hard to come by again.
Suddenly there was a thunder outside. The thunder roared like the sky and the earth were shattering. A bolt of lightning as bright as day rolled across the sky, illuminating the lady on the bed in an instant.
She was indeed a beauty with graceful features and beautiful features, but her limbs were covered with thick black air flowing up and down, covering her whole body tightly, with only one face showing.
The black air came from all directions in the room, covering her whole body including her soft couch.
Tears fell from the face of this beauty who was no longer young, just like the heavy rain outside the window, dripping.
There was a strange fishy smell in the house. I don't know if it was the smell of mud outside or the smell of blood on this woman's body.
There was a strong fishy smell everywhere, and tiny moans of pain gradually sounded in the quiet darkness.
She started crying after all, but everyone seemed to have become accustomed to the cry, and stood still like stones.
There was even a cold and merciless voice urging her not to cry: "If you survive this, you will be a master, and you can accomplish whatever you want to do. If you cry now, all your previous efforts will be wasted."
Haven't you already killed a few of the people you want to kill? Weren't you strong enough at that time? Don't you want that kind of power?"
O Lord... O power...
Tears blurred her eyes.
Throughout her life, she seemed to be chasing this master, chasing power that was unmatched by others.
If you become a master and have power that no one else has, what can you do?
She had already begun to feel confused.
But her hatred and obsession kept pushing her forward, not allowing her to stop, even for a minute.
But she has gradually begun to forget whether it is she who wants to be a master, or whether those haters want to make her a master.
She began to feel regret and cried loudly in the boundless and devouring pain.
She regretted it, she didn't want it anymore.
But even if she stops at this time, she has already placed herself in the darkness and abyss.
No one can help her, no one, no one.
She can no longer redeem herself.
But the cold persuasive voice just now came to her side, and a dozen pairs of cold hands stretched out from nowhere and pressed her hard into the darkness, pressing all her regrets and tears together.
Once inside, she was not allowed any chance to look back.
"Gag her mouth."
So a rag or something fishy was stuffed into her mouth, suppressing all her cries back into her throat.
Finally she stopped resisting.
Since resistance was useless, regrets and tears were useless, she could only force herself to continue on this path.
She vaguely remembered that many, many years ago, there was a little girl who happily bought clothes with her and told her that from now on we would be friends and we could play and practice together;
She vaguely remembered that many years ago, there was a woman who was very gentle to her. Even though she was completely disappointed in her, she still gave her one last hand because of the affection she expressed in her mouth;
She vaguely remembered that she was lying in a cold coffin, and the girl who had become a stranger to her and was pushed away by her was quietly drinking in front of her memorial tablet.
What did she say?
It seems to be saying, this is the path you take, you chose it yourself, and you have to walk it yourself.
No, it's not.
This sentence was indeed what she said to herself, but not at that time.
At that time, her words were mixed with a strong aroma of wine.
What she said was: "If there is an afterlife, don't do this again."
Don't do this again...
Has she ever forgiven herself in the end?
She really didn't remember.
She only remembered that the wine she drank that day was Nuer Hong.
Ner Hong is the wine she drank with her when they were sworn sworn friends. It was also her favorite wine, and it is also the wine she dares not touch the most now. It is also the wine she brewed with her own hands.