[Douluo + Sword Three] Mirror Shadow of the Dark Moon

The visitor walked slowly, seemingly slowly but actually very quickly, and the hem of his blue-gray clothes drew gentle arcs with his movements.

Her long satin-like hair hangs down to her ankles and is spread all over her back. It is silver-white like the clear snow in the Tianshan Mountains, but it gradually turns black from the waist to the end of her hair, which is as black as ink.

He looked smaller than the boy in black, but he was no less handsome. There are obviously three points of similarity, but the two people feel completely different.

The face is as fair and moist as the bright moon. Under the willow eyebrows, the dark green pupils are shining, the lips are bright red and full, and the corners of the lips are curved without smiling. The figure is scorching, as bright as a jade tree. The whole hall seemed to be a little brighter with his arrival.

The attendant bowed and said, "Your Highness Jing."

"Why do you have time to come to me?" The young man in black looked at the person who had walked in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Jing smiled softly, gently and brightly, "No? Well, my father has something to discuss with Uncle Ye, so I am free."

The young man in black's eyes darkened when he heard those two words, and he stared at his immature face and said, "Come here."

Jing didn't notice his displeasure at all, and sat down next to him very naturally, with her silky hair hanging down to the ground.

The young man lowered his eyes and pinched the strand that slipped to his hand and played with it on his fingertips, "Why are it scattered like this again?"

Jing stroked his long hair casually and said with some distress: "I accidentally cut it off just now. It's too long and it's hard for me to do it myself."

Then he blinked and said with hope: "Brother, can you help me do it?"

The young man raised his sword eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Only then will you remember to call me brother."

"Where is it? Then Xiao Sui, A Sui, Sui Sui~" His cry became sweeter.

"Okay." The young man seemed to be unable to bear such a disgusting name, but his eyes were full of doting.

Abel lowered his eyes and took a breath, staring at the smooth floor under his feet. He suddenly felt lucky that he was a Shadow Clan, and his sense of existence was originally low. The two of you probably wouldn't notice him.

To be honest, this is the first time he has seen His Highness be so gentle for so many years. In my impression, even in front of those two people, he was so calm and indifferent.

He suddenly began to wonder, are the two royal highnesses really the children of those two? But those two...who gave birth to him?

His thoughts were running wild like a wild horse, and Abel was awakened by a bold idea that suddenly appeared in his head. He really doesn't want to live anymore! I miss those two so much!

Suddenly noticing something, he raised his head stiffly, and saw His Highness Jing looking at him lightly, half-smiling but not smiling.

A layer of cold sweat instantly formed on Abel's back, and he felt that all his thoughts were invisible in those clear green eyes.

Fortunately, a cold voice rescued him in time. "You go down first."

"Yes, Your Highnesses, I take my leave." Abel swore that it was the first time he realized that His Highness's cold voice sounded so nice!

It wasn't until he walked out of the palace that Abel breathed a sigh of relief. Du said His Highness Jing was as gentle and as elegant as a chrysanthemum, but he didn't quite agree. Perhaps because he had more contact with her than others, he vaguely noticed something. Thinking of those clear, watery eyes, he still felt frightened.

Also, as...the heir, how can he be such a simple person, and such ability...is scary.

……

The cold fingertips brushed across the corner of the forehead and tucked the broken hair behind the ears. The gentle tug on the hair roots was like a gentle massage, which made Jing slightly squint her eyes in comfort.

The fingers with clear joints inserted into the black and white hair and ran down. Feeling the cool softness under his hand, Lu Sui's dark eyes deepened. With a move of his fingertips, a long hair silently broke and fell on his hand.

As he fell, the black color at the end of his hair slowly faded away visibly to the naked eye, becoming as pliable and flawless as ice silk in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?" Jing looked back as if aware, but found nothing wrong.

Because the evidence of guilt has long disappeared in the hands behind him.

Lu Sui continued what he was doing as if nothing had happened, silently staring at the almost imperceptible silver hair that was growing rapidly until it returned to its previous length, then gradually turned black and merged with the others.

He skillfully tied up the silver wire and held it in his hand, then twisted it around and coiled it behind Jing's head, and fixed it firmly with a black jade hairpin that appeared at an unknown time.

"All right."

"Thank you, Sui." Jing smiled particularly obediently.

Lu Sui couldn't help but touch his head.

Jing frowned and hid aside, but obviously didn't escape, and complained softly: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch my head."

Lu Sui laughed twice and looked him up and down, "You have grown a little taller, but does this have anything to do with me wanting to touch your head?"

"You..." Jing glared at him angrily, but couldn't say anything serious. In the end, he just said angrily: "Excessive!"

Lu Sui suddenly turned over and bullied him, trapping him between the back of the chair and his own body while he was panicking. He put one knee on the side of his leg, and the tip of his nose almost touched the person under him, saying, "Too much? I've done too much before. Something about that?”

The small space was invaded by the other's domineering aura, and they were so close that they could smell each other's breath. Even though it was inevitable, Jing still shrank back subconsciously, almost daring to breathe.

His wandering eyes could not escape meeting the other person's deep black pupils. His chest was beating violently. In a daze, he even felt a dull feeling of suffocation, and his cheeks slowly turned red.

Looking at the person below him who was staring blankly at him, his eyes quietly turning red, Lu Sui stepped back slightly, leaving him some room to breathe. He raised his hand and caressed his cheek gently, sliding his thumb gently and stroking his black eyelashes. His voice was gentle and strong: "Am I not good to you?"

His eyelids were itching, and his eyelashes were trembling violently at his fingertips. Before he could really react, he said as if he had been bewitched: "Okay..."

Lu Sui touched his eyes with satisfaction and said in a low voice: "Compared with your father? Who do you like?" He bit the word father very hard, and there was a bit of worry in his tone, but he was suppressed Jing, whose head was a little dizzy due to the strong breath, obviously didn't hear it.

Jing shook his head and wanted to wake up, but the hand that was accidentally thrown away grabbed his chin. He raised his eyes and finally found the crazy possessiveness deep in those black eyes. His heart trembled suddenly, but Surprisingly, there was no resistance at all.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, then slowly stretched out his hands to hug the person above him, buried his head in his chest, and said in a muffled voice with some trembling: "Happy ……like you."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Lu Sui couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, took him into his arms with both hands, and rested his chin on the top of his head. He lowered his head and kissed me gently, "Good boy, you have to keep looking at me, you know?"

"Yeah." Jing responded softly, and her arms tightened a bit.

The two hugged each other for a long time, and Lu Sui had no intention of letting go, but Jing was a little embarrassed. He pushed the person who was imprisoning him and said softly: "Asui, let me go first."

Although he was still a little dissatisfied, which he didn't quite understand, Lu Sui still let go as he was told, but continued to look at him without moving his eyes.

The temperature on Jing's cheeks seemed to be rising instead of falling due to that direct gaze. His eyes were darting uncomfortably, and he had to find some topic to divert his attention.

"What is this?" He saw the jade slips spread out on the table.

Lu Sui picked up the half-written jade slip and handed it to him, "It's for you."

"This is..." Jing took it curiously and was a little surprised after checking it with his spiritual sense. Then there was a look of regret and helplessness on his face. "It's a pity that I can't use it yet."

"It doesn't matter. It won't be too late when you can fully control your own power." Lu Sui didn't care at all.

"How long will it take to wait? Am I terrible?" Jing said with some frustration. It's not surprising that he thinks so. In fact, the people around him are not normal people. They are either extremely talented or at the peak of their abilities.

Lu Sui flicked his head with his finger and said with a smile: "If you are considered bad, then what are those people who haven't made any progress in ten years or a hundred years? And you have made great progress compared to before."

When Jing heard the words, he said, "You saw it!" Then he said teasingly: "Abel has been with you for nearly a hundred years. Do you just want to see me teasing him?"

Lu Sui had no sympathy for the innocent Abel and said bluntly: "No one can compare to you."

Jing Ergen felt a little hot. Why didn't he think he was so good at talking before?

……

dorm room.

Wen Jingle opened his eyes suddenly, and as soon as the confusion of waking up from his sleep dissipated, he suddenly turned over and got out of bed.

Ignoring the coldness on the soles of my feet, I eagerly took out a leather-bound notebook and a white quill pen from the cabinet beside the bed.

The book was suddenly opened, and it happened to be a blank page. But as soon as the pen tip came down, Wen Jingle suddenly paused.

After a moment of silence, a wry smile appeared on his face. Sure enough, he had forgotten it again. It was obviously something he desperately wanted to remember. And the remaining feeling in his heart told him that it was even more different from usual.

His fingertips slid unconsciously on the rough edges of the paper, trying to pursue the irrevocable emotion that struck his mind. It should have been unforgettable but now it just feels empty.

Wen Jingle felt a little inexplicably sour. He silently sat back on the bed and flipped the book forward. He saw that each page was filled with half-finished paintings and some messy words. It seemed that the writer was thinking of something. , and jotted down something.

He turned it to the page where the calligraphy and painting was almost the most complete - just the palace outlined in ink seemed a bit majestic and sacred. He started writing lightly in front of the palace, just a few strokes at first, and then it became smoother and smoother.

But suddenly the slender and powerful hand shook violently, and a deep ink mark destroyed the gradually formed painting.

Wen Jingle stared at the blurred ink figure in astonishment. He suddenly felt that there should be a master here, so he drew two strokes casually, but gradually a real image emerged in his mind. My hands drew uncontrollably.

Looking at the charming figures under his command, his eyes became more complicated. Yes, since the last inexplicable encounter in a dream, he has occasionally dreamed of those strange scenes, which are not like this world.

He looked at it for a long time and couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. Finally, I wrote two words on the page.

Lu Sui.