Chapter 8: Bizarre cherry blossom pattern
Chapter 8 Singular Cherry Blossom Pattern
Her eyes were cold, and she took the medicine to the table: "You four, drink the medicine!"
That is the medicine that was later prepared for the night to clear.
Yan Chiya turned his head and looked at the entourage around him. He pushed the past: "Don't go drink!"
"Whoever doesn't drink, don't want to live."
尉 尉 涯 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊 惊
The other three followers, and one person separated, drank.
At night, they saw that they would take a bowl of medicinal soup and drink it cleanly. The enchanting eyes of the eyes were more and more moving.
She did not say a word, went out of the room.
Then take the door and lock it.
That bowl of medicine, not a poison, is just a medicine that makes a woman obedient.
She will let them a few, eat the consequences, try the drug effect.
When the night fell, I didn’t leave immediately. I was thinking about going to a room to find a set of clothes to change, and suddenly a black shadow passed by.
No hostility, no clear panic at night.
When you look at it, you can see that the wind is half-smooth, holding a set of red dresses in both hands.
"you……"
"Miss Seven, please change clothes." A Feng sounds cold, not humble and said.
He... Why didn’t he leave with Emperor Xu Xuan?
Just want to ask, A Feng put the set of red gowns into her hands, a vertical body, disappeared into the air.
"..." Nima, a colder rhythm than her.
Is Emperor Mo Xuan sent him to send clothes for himself?
The night was clear and the clothes were held, and the figure quickly moved inside the inn, finding a room where no one was.
The magical dragon that Di Mo Xuan gave to her worked in minutes.
Now her body, nothing hurts.
Moreover, the condensed mysterious jade block in the heart constantly conveys her constant power...
This is the mysterious jade that Xu Moxuan created for her, and Xuan Xinyu... can it be made?
I don't understand, the night is clear, I don't think about those things that burn my brain, I take off my white robe with blood.
After wiping out the blood on his body, the night is clear and the complex clothes are put on by the memory and the physical instinct.
In the room, there is a bronze mirror.
The night was clear and looked at the people in the mirror, and could not help but grin.
Is this a reincarnation of her corpse, or is it a reincarnation?
This face is exactly the same as her original face.
The facial features are exquisite and beautiful, the curved eyebrows, the watery eyes, the narrow and long corners outline the natural curvature, and the extraordinarily enchanting, adding a bit of femininity to this pure face.
what……
What seems to be there between the eyebrows?
The night cleared the bronze mirror, reaching out and touching his eyebrows, and faintly saw a trace of red, like a small horn of the petals.
You can look at it later and look at it. The white eye is like a snow, nothing.
Is she blinded and hallucinating?
No, how does she feel like the illusion is getting worse...
How did she see a pink pattern on her arm?
This shape... looks a bit like a cherry blossom!
The night fell and the hand smashed, and the pattern was still there.
Rubbing your eyes, the pattern is still there.
What is special is not an illusion?
Why can't she remember her body and have such a birthmark?
Kneeling, suddenly a small voice, passed into the ear: "Little girl, little girl, don't worry, don't worry..."
The sudden sound made the night clear and sullen, and a fierce, passing through the bottom of my eyes.
"Who!"
Her vigilance sweeps around, and the killing of her eyes is full.
"Little girl, don't look so ugly, let go and relax, let's communicate slowly." The voice is very close, close at hand, just like standing in front of yourself.
You can't see a half-personal shadow at night.
(End of this chapter)
