Song of Monsters (Snow Snow)

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Chapter 57

Bai Yue was desolate, and she was alone in the cool wind, looking lonely.

Although there is no warmth from that person in his arms, even just looking at her will make him feel much more relaxed. In the past two years, he has followed her like a shadow, not only for fear of her getting hurt, but also to satisfy the deep hidden longing.

However, at this moment, she was standing on a private house in Chaocheng, looking indifferently at the dark and quiet street with her eyes.Qinggong is still not as good as a horse, and she lost them in the Northern Wilderness, or she had expected it, and hid peach petals in her collar in Suhen City... It is no longer possible to cling to each other, and at least let me see, it will be some comfort.

She slowly raised her right hand, turned it over so that her palm was facing upwards, and a petal slowly appeared... and her cold eyes were covered by a layer of anxiety long ago, and she looked at it carefully.

Frowning for a while...

I don't know why... Ever since Yu'er joined the human army, he seemed to be a different person... I still remember that the man beside the dead tree under the moon practiced his sword like crazy, and looked at Zichang's eyes full of affection, but if it was affection, then Why did Suhencheng abandon Zichang and go away with the king's anger... Those eyes full of affection... were no longer reserved before, and the lips brushed against his ears, neither nervous nor shy...

The eyes of the man in the wind poured into the red became dim, everything that Yu'er had done with those two men in his mind, and the passion/desire in his eyes no longer belonged to Mo Xue...

Could it be...you...you really let me go...

At this moment, she who was delicate and thoughtful appeared dull, and the peach petals floating in her hands became messy, and seeing her eyes foggy, it seemed that no one was really strong.

Sensing Yu'er's whereabouts from the petals, the man no longer hesitated to fly away, leaving only a few snowflakes fluttering and sprinkled... making this long night even colder.

Judging from the peach blossom petals, they showed no sign of moving. They must have finally rested in the middle of the night after coming to Chaocheng...

but i go now

She shuttled through the forest, not stopping for a moment but still couldn't stop that promiscuous/flashy look, flirtatious and frivolous.

Killing the king is annoyed and taking away history, but what if Yu'er saw it... Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on his lips...

But so what if he saw... that person... Mo Xue was no longer in his heart.

Footsteps stepping on the dead leaves is the rustling sound of late autumn in the lonely forest, which makes people sad, the black hair is messy and untidy, and the stronger the feeling of the petals, the more anxious and distressed it is for some reason... Finally, the mountains in the distance have disappeared In the end, she slowly stopped and looked down...

But for some reason, she looked down the cliff, and for the first time in her life, the wind penetrated into the bone marrow and made her feel completely cold... The cold breathing became rapid and her legs felt weak, so her originally straight shoulders became loose, trembling uncontrollably.

Six years ago...Yu'er...16 years old...

she is skinny

like a kitten wet from the rain

The eyes are terrified but so clean and pure...

It seems that there is an endless dependence on that person

I still remember Ye Qing was by her side

Under the moon, she showed her two canine teeth and smiled happily

such unswerving trust

It's the warmest and most distressing thing I've ever heard

But at this moment...

two years seems too long

make everything

Dreamy

like before

Already with the water of love, it has become like the water of loss of love

dissolve...disappear...

Under the cliff, a man and a woman are leaning on each other, their limbs/body are entangled, full of affection, and the infatuated man and woman are ambiguous and lingering under the moonlight.In this cool and windy night, the waterside of the clear pool is so eye-catching, but all of this is like scorching tar pouring into the man's mouth and pouring into the stomach, churning and continuously pouring into the esophagus, making the breathing hot...

Yu'er...he kept calling her name in his heart, but no one could respond.

His hands turned white from clenched hands! He bent over and arched his back! How could he have the usual strong appearance! But he forced out a smile... trembling...

It seems to say that this is not exactly what you want... Now that you have abandoned her, why should she be emotional with others! Why do you feel distressed and why you can't control it? It's ridiculous.

For a long while, her footsteps were messy, and she seemed powerless when she reached the edge of the cliff. She supported the cang tree beside her, leaned against the trunk sideways, bit her trembling teeth, but the corner of her lip was broken, and she didn't feel pain, but she still looked at the person in the distance affectionately. , and the fallen leaves are flying and spinning in the air, but they can't stop the deeply hidden longing...

The man sat on a white stone with his legs spread wide, and next to his legs was the graceful figure in the soft white clothes. I don't know if he failed to notice that her wide sleeves were accidentally blown by the wind, and she fell gently on the water surface, fluttering and dàngdàng , but neither panic nor care.

She was short of breath, her chest floated up and down against the man's leg, but she was not shy, she raised her cold and delicate cheeks, her black hair slipped down her shoulders quietly like silk, but the familiar green eyes were no longer clean at this moment...

It is the overflowing loneliness and frivolity...

While the man watched obsessively, he slowly raised his hands to knead/pinch her thin shoulders, and then gently slid across her cheeks, but he didn't stop, and even gently opened her neckline with some playfulness...

The white clavicle that is slowly exposed is even more beautiful/delicious under the moonlight, smooth and delicate... Even the person standing in the distance is already in distress, but his trembling eyes are still unknowingly stained with a layer of light hot...

The infatuated man and woman looked at each other, as if the wind, flowers, snow and moon had nothing to do with them. A smooth black fish jumped out of the water in the clear pool next to it, startling Yingyue and causing the lake to fluctuate continuously...

So smart! But no one appreciates it... I think this scenery can no longer fill my heart, and I am chasing what I want/desire...

The passion/desire in her eyes is hard to be satisfied! So she bit her lower lip and tilted her head slightly! In her slender and soft hands...

It was his fingers covered with marzipan... the sticky massecuite on the fingertips gave off a cloying smell...

Then the tip of her nose got closer and closer... Her eyes were blurred and she sniffed lightly, her red lips were slightly parted, and the tip of her moist tongue quietly protruded, licking/licking up and down gently and softly... Slightly raising her eyebrows... Seductive, but even Enjoy without knowing why the eyes are foggy, or how sad the autumn is... making all the nasty things miserable... lovely...

But the person on the cliff, staring blankly, was heartbroken... She slowly shook her head in disbelief...

"No... no..." The words were vague and trembling, and following the words, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth mixed with water stains falling from nowhere and scratched across his neck.

Yuer...

Clean and reserved...

Dust girl...

How could it be...she...

However, she bit her lips and teeth and closed her eyes, obviously no sweetness, but she was still refusing/unrelenting, constantly asking/taking, the man looked at her, her heart was already turned upside down, she was so active, tearing him apart bit by bit Remaining sanity...

Then he held her wrist with his hand, and pulled it into his arms fiercely, the black hair fluttered, this movement made the two of them stick tightly together without leaving a single gap/gap...

And she smiles on her mouth, but why her eyes are still lonely, like a deep pool that can't be filled, it's hard to please, and it's just the red string on the wrist slowly slipping down to her forearm...

The red string has faded and turned white, and the scorched edge that was burned by the fire is slowly coming off the thread, but the person wearing it... as if wearing it...she will come...

"Don't lose it... I can find you with it..."

My mind is like the next day, and it's like a dream that just happened at night...

If it wasn't for me arguing to follow you closely...

Thinking about it, it won't be as involved as it is now

hurting and torturing myself

Or it is better not to meet than to meet, and it is better to be ruthless than to be affectionate