Zhongli smiled lightly.

The dancer lowered his eyes and continued: "But then...... I obviously didn't offend you at all, but you wanted to do that, I really don't know the bottom in my heart. I thought you were like Shen Bang's business...... Borrow the topic to play. ”

Zhongli Po snorted.

Mai Yi stayed for a while. Slowly sit on the floor against the wooden cabinet. Cry. I was afraid that Zhongli would be impatient, so I had to endure it without making a sound.

Crying for a long time. Suddenly. Turning his head sideways, the view is blocked by the wooden cabinet.

But seeing Zhong Li's broken black cloak on his knees, it was as cold and hard as him. Eight warped branches. Like his face again, with a neat silhouette.

The dancer took a long breath, suppressed his grievances, and said, "So, yesterday you said that killing the Shen family was also a test for me?"

Zhongli said, "Yes." ”

"Then ......" Wuyi suddenly felt a little happy, "It's the same as Fang Cai, just look at my reaction, in fact, I won't kill them, right?"

Zhongli said: "It's another matter. ”

The dance clothes were immediately lost, and after enduring it for a while, they still said, "My arm seems to be dislocated, can you help me get it back?"

Zhongli said: "Why. ”

The dancer was stunned, shrunk behind the cabinet, and sobbed even more sadly.

No one cared about the wax flowers, and the candlelight gradually dimmed.

The dance costume was groggy.

Zhongli Po sat in the chair, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and never moved.

It's pitch black in this room.

It's black to the hearts of people.

It was so dark that the silver moonlight in front of the window could not be seen.

Move slowly. Sneak. In the thick black black, it dyes everything black like the sun takes care of all things into gold. Sneak. and forward. There is no difference.

The strong body suddenly became weak and tired at that moment, and was dragged down, dragging his limbs. Looking at the back of the couch in front of the window, which was backlit by the silver moonlight, like two thousand pound ridges.

I vaguely felt that there was still a breath under the mountain.

Like the ending of a tragic dance drama, he dragged up the weak legs of the rules, and the rules surrounded the front. The humble little creature that is about to become extinct looks precious during the day, and its amber eyes are deep black in the dark.

In the silver moonlight, the water shines extraordinarily.

It's like a beam of silver moonlight breaking through the roof of the dark heart and shining on the bottom of your heart.

The only bright spot was the little creature that was dying out.

The little creature was lying straight on the couch in front of the window, with its head twisted out of the window, looking at the ice wheel in the sky. The sudden black shadow crouching in front of him blocked the silver moonlight.

The pair of eyes were still bright. Looking straight at the angle of the moon, it is not instantaneous.

The eyes roll slightly. The water inside was almost dripping. But not tears.

No tears.

The little creatures don't move. Suddenly, he raised his right arm, which was lying flat, and put it on the side of the doctor's head, and gently pushed it to the side. The silver moonlight shone into his eyes anew.

The eyes looked straight in the direction of the moon from head to tail.

The doctor then moved his feet to the side.

"I'm sorry for interfering with the little rabbit who made the baked cake in the moon. The doctor reached out and touched his sideburns, which were spread out on the pillow. "Haven't you had enough of the pancakes in the afternoon?"

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"Oh. The doctor himself answered. "Okay, I'll take you there next time. "But it's time for you to go to sleep." He hugged him with great tenderness, carefully tracing his expression and speculating on his heart. The crook of the arm is as light as nothing, like a ball of fragrant snow, sweet and glutinous.

It's a pity that it's cold.

It's cold hands.

Once he had settled him, he closed his eyes. Silk breathing seems to be absent.