fairy dust

The warm breath of Qinglan on the first day of junior high school is close at hand.Even the harassment of her soft hair can no longer distract Ling Feiyan's attention.Ling Feiyan, who was hiding in the thin quilt, clenched his hands tightly into fists.Her brain will soon be completely blank, and the only remaining words are "regret".I can only blame myself for not stopping the first day of junior high school on a whim just now, and now I am about to be "frivolously" "frivolously" by the first day of junior high school, but I don't know whether to reject or welcome.

Ling Feiyan found that his thinking speed had never been so crazy, and he was arguing with lightning speed whether he should "struggle to save himself" or "sink to his heart's content" in the current situation.

Pushing that person away may save one's "chaste", but it is inevitable that the eyes will be awkward.

Take that man's word,...

Ling Feiyan didn't dare to think about it.

what……

she……

The clenched hands slowly lost strength, and what was hidden in the palms slipped away quietly between the gradually stretched fingers.

Ling Feiyan's body froze, she didn't dare to move, didn't dare to open her eyes, and she almost didn't dare to breathe.

She was pretty sure that the softness on her cheeks, as light as a feather, was a kiss.

Light and shallow, but stronger than the night wind on the stone steps of Zilu Mountain that night, it shocked her heart more heavily.

Ling Feiyan's heart was beating violently, but she could only endure and wait without moving.

She didn't know what that person would do next, let alone what she would accept in silence.

The quiet air makes the waiting in the dark more tormenting, and even inexplicably generates a lot of sadness of self-loathing, and more and more guilt that the more you blame yourself, the more excited you become.

Ling Feiyan couldn't get rid of this conflicting feeling that she couldn't control everything and was unwilling to follow the trend, but such a long dark night gave Ling Feiyan such a lot of time to slow down. The more urgent she wanted to clarify her thoughts, the harder she put herself. I was so forced that I could hardly breathe.

Finally, it seemed that from a very far away place, and from the depths of consciousness and soul, came the rustling sound of someone leaving lightly.Ling Feiyan eagerly wanted to listen carefully, but found that the hard bamboo bed made a pleasant humming sound because it had returned to someone's body temperature.

Ling Feiyan's heart suddenly split into two distinct pieces amidst the sound of satisfaction.One piece melts into sweet relief and softness; the other piece condenses into desolate and lonely, tightly knit.

Afterwards, Ling Feiyan could no longer hear any other sounds, and her whole world was completely drowned out by her beating heartbeat.

Qingming, Chaosheng.

Tang Muran had never lied to Ling Feiyan, if he had, it was probably a description of the high priest's robe.

On the Wanghai Pavilion, that person with extraordinary temperament and majesty did not look stupid at all.Even though the main seat of Chaosheng Palace is full of Nairo royal family in costumes, the solemn and calm Tang Muran is still the most awe-inspiring presence in the whole ceremony.

Ling Feiyan stood in the auditorium, looking at the person who once loved the plain clothes the most, and felt confused for Tang Muran for the first time.At this moment, even Ling Feiyan felt that there would never be another person in this world who was more qualified to be the high priest than Tang Muran.However, Tang Muran was the descendant of the Tang family who most wanted to get rid of fate, yearned for freedom the most, and was the least willing to accept the position of high priest for thousands of years.

In the auditorium, there is also a strange man wearing a draped weft hat.Like Ling Feiyan, she was dressed in the plain clothes of a fisherman's girl, with a clear figure and ink-like hair. She must be a beautiful woman just by looking at her back.But when you turn to the front, you will find that one of her eyes is covered with a piece of cloth of the same color as the clothes.

The woman looked cautious and solemn, and her thin lips were lightly pursed, drawing an intriguing and graceful lip line on her jade-like face.Anyone who sees her starry eyes under her sword eyebrows can't help feeling sorry for how such a bright and beautiful woman lost one eye and turned into a one-eyed dragon.So people took it for granted that the untimely draped weft hat that appeared at the high priest's enthronement ceremony was a shield for this woman to hide her shame.I really don't know if they would sincerely sigh for this infatuated man who escaped into the way of magic if they saw the golden-colored magic pupil under the cloth with their own eyes.

But this woman doesn't seem to care what the world thinks about her.Her black pupil hiding behind the veil does not often fall on Tang Muran, the High Priestess who is attracting everyone's attention.The people she has been watching silently are wearing luxurious and solemn gowns, looking down on all beings from a high position.Coincidentally, the most elegant and dignified middle-aged woman at that time also had the same slight sadness on her brows.

Tang Muran received the seal letter with colorful bird feathers from King Nairo, and the people of Nairo surrounded outside Chaosheng Palace burst into cheers instantly.The former high priest Tang Ming was still unable to stand alone, supported by his two sons, and handed over a scarred wooden staff to Tang Muran's hand.

The whispers of the people of Nairo replaced the cheers in an instant. They knew that Tang Muran deserved to get the handed down staff of Nairo High Priest, the magic conch bird, so they didn't understand that Tang Muran was obviously Nairo Tang's hard-to-get-out in a hundred years. Why did the one-man Chosen High Priest only get such an ordinary stick?

Seeing this, Tang Muran lightly raised his hand on the Wanghai Pavilion, and the people in the audience stopped talking.Tang Muran said calmly: "The magic conch bird is a sacred object left by Tang's immortal ancestors. He once wanted to destroy the devil's heart, but it was finally destroyed by the heart demon. This staff is the skeleton of the magic conch bird. Once it enters my life, it is my heart." I, Tang Muran, the priest of the Nailo Kingdom, swear in the name of Emperor Tang. I have searched all over the East China Sea and the sky in this life, and I will recast the magic snail and bird, and possess the soul with blood! My life is endless, my heart Don't die!"

After all the words were exhausted, although the people of Nairo still didn't know why the high priest's staff, the magic conch bird, was broken, they were all inspired by Tang Muran's oath. Heart never dies" to pay tribute to Tang Muran.

Looking at Tang Ming again, he was wearing an extremely ordinary dark gold robe at this time, without complicated decorations or beautiful jade.Without the gorgeous crown of the high priest on his head, the strands of gray hair made his decadent appearance more real and eye-catching.No one knew how the high priest, who was still in good spirits a month ago, suddenly became old and weak, just like the magic conch bird that suddenly flew to ashes and annihilated.It was as if they had all survived a tragic thunder and vicissitudes, and then they were so decayed that they would collapse with a bang even if they were touched lightly.

And Tang Muran's meaningful words just now made Tang Ming very unhappy.He leaned on the back of the high chair and tried his best to sit upright, so as to maintain the last glory of the past.But in his heart, he was thinking over and over again what the devil heart and heart demon in Tang Muran's words were referring to.And he didn't know what happened to him today, and he couldn't help but want to look in the direction of the auditorium.

In the auditorium, although the woman knew very well that Tang Ming couldn't see her face clearly, she subconsciously pulled down the wide brim of her hat when Tang Ming's gaze swept over her.If the plain cloth is to cover up the otherworldly golden eyes, then the overly obvious weft hat is probably to cover the abrupt plain cloth.

Finally, the grand high priest ceremony ended smoothly amidst the cheers of the people.The last time the mysterious and majestic Chaosheng Palace held such a feast with lights and festoons was when Tang Ming succeeded as the high priest.Obviously, those who were lucky enough to attend the banquet did not want to miss the opportunity to toast with the new high priest. Tang Muran had already drank a lot of fine wine while drinking.Her wine is the wine of the long-awaited.Her sorrow is the sorrow of someone who has not seen her missing.

Suddenly, the little servant girl Lan Bei approached Tang Muran and whispered a few words in Tang Muran's ear.Tang Muran was startled when he heard this, and immediately got up, leaving everyone at the banquet, and rushed outside Chaosheng Palace.It's a pity that even though she could leave behind the noisy sounds of the banquet, she could no longer get rid of the jingling of rings from the gorgeous robes on her body.

Perhaps the night is approaching and the lights are not on, perhaps the clouds are hanging down and the vision is blurred, or the eyes are blurred by alcohol and sorrow. Tang Muran leans on the railing and looks far away, but he can only vaguely see the end of his vision. The two figures that followed each other gradually moved away and finally disappeared.

Qingming, moonlight.

In Bailang Village, a young man with a sword in black clothes came quietly through the dark night.He looked around as if he was eagerly looking for something.But whenever a villager who came back late kindly came forward to ask, he always avoided it vigilantly.Until he couldn't find his patience gradually lost, his fierce eyes spurted out anxious anger without any concealment.

"Hey, child!" The young man grabbed a child who was rushing home for dinner, dragged him to a dark corner, and asked in a low voice, "Has there ever been a silver-eyed beggar in your village?"

"What, what... silver eyes... beggar, I, I don't know..." The child was afraid of the young man's eager and ferocious expression, and turned around to run away.

But how can the lies of mere children be hidden from the eyes of young people.The young man clasped his wide palm tightly on the child's celestial cap, grabbed the poor child vigorously, and lifted the poor child up.

"Let me go! Let me go!! I want to go home!!! Mother!!! Mother... um..." The child cried out in pain.

The young man changed his hand, opened his mouth wide, and tightly clasped the child's throat, saying ferociously: "If you want to go home, tell the truth! In the village, has there ever been a blind and disabled old beggar!!!"

"Yes!! Yes..." The child's struggle became weaker and weaker, and his face was already flushed due to lack of oxygen.It was his strong desire to survive that made him struggle to utter the two words of life-saving.

The young man gritted his teeth fiercely and threw the child to the ground. He didn't care how lowly the bullying behavior was. He stepped on the child's chest and said anxiously, "Is the silver-eyed beggar still in the village? Is there any?" Anyone know where he went?!"

The child twisted and struggled under the young man's feet, his face stained with snot and tears mixed with dust and mud.He didn't know whether he would get the hope of life in truth, or he would be brutally killed in this dark corner, never to see his parents again, and to eat the steaming and delicious meals on the table.So he was desperate and terrified, and shouted to the terrifying black-clothed youth: "The old beggar is dead!!! Killed by the golden-eyed witch!!!"

"What?!" The young man's body shook suddenly, and he stepped the child into the dust, but he asked again with a voice that was almost choked up: "You said, he... died...?"

"Many people in the village... have seen... the golden-eyed witch who killed the old beggar... lives in the small courtyard in the west of the village... You, if you don't believe it... ask her yourself..." The child's breath became stronger and stronger. The weaker you are, the more persistent you are, unwilling to give up the struggle, desperately fighting for hope for your own life.

"Golden eyes...the witch..." The black-clothed youth rattled the long sword in his hand, but poked it lightly with his backhand.Since there is a bloodthirsty witch living in the village, so what if he just kills a meaningless ant?

Qingming will rain.

It would be great if the waves of the East China Sea could always roll so gently, pushing the snow-like waves onto the delicate sandy beach.

It would be great if Yanyue Qinghui and Gefeng Chaoyin could always accompany each other like this, keeping Yuexia and Yuexia together forever.

If tonight, when they come here to bid farewell to this sea of ​​love, if the moon is brighter and the waves are softer, then that would be fine.

It's a pity that the heavy rain will come, and the wind will become stronger.

On the first day of junior high school, I took a few quick steps and climbed briskly to a high coke rock.She silently took off the draped weft hat on her head and threw it into the sea with her hands.The weft hat was like a falling leaf, and immediately went with the waves.As if it wasn't fun enough, she tore off the plain cloth wrapped around her eyes and threw it into the wind.The plain cloth is light and soft, so it rises with the wind, soars up, and hides in the night sky.

"Are you really willing to follow me back to Tianyuzong?" Ling Feiyan raised his head slightly, and his pure voice instantly penetrated the turbid night wind and reached the ears of the person in his heart.

"Back! From now on, wherever you go! I will go there!!!" The first word of the first day of the month answered with certainty, facing the sea, and calling loudly!

Ling Feiyan raised his eyebrows and said, "What if I still have all living beings in my heart?!"

"Up to you!" The first day of the junior high school replied simply.

"What if I still have the morality of the world in my heart?!"

"what ever!"

"But in my heart..." Ling Feiyan's questioning voice suddenly weakened,

"What did you say?!" Chu moved his eyes from the boundary line between sea and sky, which had already been mixed with the same color, back to the eyebrows and eyes of his beloved.

"Come down." Ling Feiyan smiled without answering, and only waved to Chuyi mysteriously.

Hearing the words and jumping off the sea rock on the first day of the lunar new year, he suddenly felt that the wind under the sea rock was weak and the waves were light, and he was really wanton, so he asked Ling Feiyan curiously: "What did Ling Zun say just now? The wind was too loud up there, and I couldn't hear it clearly."

Unexpectedly, Ling Feiyan still didn't say anything, just stretched out his hand to Chuyi, and said softly, "Come closer."

Chu Yi's heart moved, he touched Ling Feiyan's fingertips, approached the person whose eyes suddenly became ambiguous, and said softly: "Ling Zun... said... what..."

"I said..." Ling Feiyan whispered softly before being drowned out by the silence again.

It's just that the culprit this time wasn't the waves or the night breeze, but she herself closed her eyes lightly, wantonly taking revenge on the bastard who invaded her cheek that night for no reason.

It would be great if the sudden entanglement of lips without warning could be less jerky.

It would be great if Ling Feiyan didn't tremble a little when she pried open Chu Yi's lips and teeth with a soft tongue, coquettish but arrogant.

If, on the first day of junior high school, when responding to the sweet exploration with extreme surprise and strong joy, remember to restrain the golden light flickering in the magic eyes.

It would be great if they could notice a pair of blood-red eyes hidden in the sea rocks and reefs in the distance when they ushered in the most forgetful moment in their lives so far.

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