Curse of Love 3

Huadan's figure is as graceful as a flying phoenix, her waist is floating, her eyes are full of sadness and no regrets, "I don't know the origin of love, but it goes deeper and deeper. The living can die, and the dead can live..."

He remembered that at the very beginning, he and Baili Mengyan were people in two worlds. The first time they fell in love was an irreversible obsession. In the vortex, love is the most unreasonable emotion in the world. The disproportionate identities and the hurt of the curse day after day make them love each other carefully. No one let go first than anyone else, just because no one cares less than anyone else.But now when I wake up from the dream, nothing is the same.

He could even recall the touch of the other's fingertips on his face, and the softness of his kiss on the other's lips, but Si Qianxu couldn't find Baili Mengyan.

The corners of the skirt fluttered, and the eyes of the woman with heavy makeup turned into tears, "Those who are born but cannot die, and those who die and cannot be resurrected are not the result of love. Why is the love in a dream not true..."

Si Qianxu's heart trembled slightly.There was a trace of sadness in the bottom of his eyes.

Why is the feeling in a dream not true? What is true and what is false?If such deep-seated feelings are Nanke Yimeng, what else in this world is not false?

Si Qianxu walked out of the theater in a daze. The June sun was shining hotly on the Seven Hills City. Standing under the shining sun, he felt that everything in front of him was so unreal.

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Book Six: The Widow (2)

At the end of April, in late spring, it was cloudy and rainy.

The white tea flowers are blooming brightly and recklessly, and the rich fragrance of the flowers is like the mellowest wine, eroding people's nerves little by little, as if they want to intoxicate people in it.

Rome, on the coastline, an independent classical European-style small building with blood-red velvet covering the floor, circles of transparent water tanks embedded in the walls, the indoor air is slightly cool and humid, and there is a tall easel in the living room , surrounded by scattered paint, in which sat a man with furious eyebrows who was painting.

"Crack." Suddenly, the paintbrush broke without warning. Munris was taken aback for a moment, then her waist tightened, and a cold body was pressed against her back.

The visitor put his chin on his shoulder, his blond hair drooped, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Muenris, except that there was a little full moon-like mark between his eyebrows, the face of an angel, and the breath of a devil, "Muen, this is ...?" Dijuris stared at the oil painting with one more flaw, her eyes darkened.

Gray, dim colors, depressing, death breath, the young man fell in the ruins, his quiet face was blank, and there was a dead black cat beside him.

Munris frowned slightly, and said hesitantly, "The god of death didn't take his soul, but he didn't live either..."

The twins looked at each other and were silent, wondering if that gentle and wise young scholar is dead?

In June, midsummer, the sun is shining brightly.

The leafless manjusawa flower has an ominous aura, but the blood-red claw-shaped flower blooms almost enchantingly, compelling people's mind.

Tianchao, M City, Qinquan Road, in a small villa on the second floor, the indifferent warlock sent off the black and white messenger from the other side, and closed his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly tiredly, the blue and black shadows were reflected in his eyes, This young and incredibly beautiful man instantly aged a lot.

But for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, all the decadent emotions disappeared.He walked up to the second floor, entered the black and white room, passed the paper cranes that came and went, and sat down in front of the huge ice coffin, stroking the coffin with his fingertips through the ice Gentle silhouette of man.The ice coffin is very cold, but only at this moment, the piercing coldness in Danfeng's eyes will turn into softness, with bloody sadness.

Qian Xu, I still haven't found you...

September, early autumn, breezy.

The quiet fragrance of flowers is lingering, and the purple colchicum blooms all over the ground. Looking down, it feels like the colchicum demon patriarch named after the moon, peaceful and far-reaching.

In the middle of the night, at 11:59, Baili Mengyan stood by the window and caught the last paper crane that came back today. He was disappointed as expected.

At 00:00, another batch of paper cranes folded from talisman paper took off. They will travel through different time and space, looking for a person like a needle in a haystack.

The warlock with a soft and indifferent face leaned quietly against the ice coffin, closed his eyes as if falling asleep, his half-length forehead hair fell limply on the tip of his nose, and his brows gradually frowned in the darkness.

Qian Xu, I miss you.

In November, late autumn, the sun is slightly cool.

In the backyard, the zinnias had passed their flowering period, and many small fruits hung on the knee-high plants. The warlock in light blue squatted among the flowers, and carefully cleared the weeds as his lover used to do in the past. The ripe fruit was collected, and a white English shepherd dog stayed beside him quietly, basking in the sun lazily.

Baili Mengyan glanced back at the Defender, and suddenly remembered the appearance of this big white dog lying on the stairs and looking at the second floor. It didn't get along with Si Qianxu for a long time, but its dark eyes still often showed Express a touch of sadness, the dog is really an animal that loves the owner very much.

Behind him, there was a sudden noise, the wind picked up suddenly, bringing a leisurely fragrance of flowers, Baili Mengyan paused slightly, and then his eyes gradually opened wide.

The dark fragrance eats away at the bones, it is suspected that an old friend is here, have you come back?

It's April again, and the sky in Beicheng is blue with the clear blue after the rain.

The warlock with an indifferent expression received a special gift from Italy, a precious lily, not the black lily that represented the curse in Doggle Castle, but a pure white one, a symbol of purity and happiness. The man was his friend, Aubrey Fact, owner of Castle Doggle, a belated thank you for Castle Doggle.

Baili Mengyan planted the lily in the backyard and remained silent for a long time.

Time flies by, this is the third year since we met, even he has come back to me, Qian Xu, you still haven't come back.

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Walking along the park path to the depths, the further you go, the less and less people are there. Suddenly, a startling blue leaps out and comes into view.

Blue enchantress, blue enchantress, a large area of ​​extremely blue enchantress, clustered in clusters, bursting with anger, enchanting, almost breathtaking.

Si Qianxu, who was wandering aimlessly after spending time with his godfather Weimeng at home, couldn't help but leaned down and gently stroked the tender petals. Roses are not pure blue, and these are naturally cultivated by watering dyes. He also tried to grow a few plants in the greenhouse, but unfortunately it didn't work.

Compared with those sweet flower language, what Si Qianxu is interested in at first is another meaning. The enchanting flower dyed with dye, the illusory beauty, means "something that can't be obtained", which is really sad...

Suddenly, he was startled by the sound of something falling to the ground. Si Qianxu subconsciously pressed his hand on the gun pouch on his side waist. After straightening up, he realized that there was a young woman who seemed to have accidentally fallen not far away. He found something and was bending over to pick it up.

Smiling to himself that he was too much of an enemy, Si Qianxu hadn't calmed down yet, when his eyes touched the man's face, he just froze.

The strong wind suddenly picked up and messed up her hair, and the bright blue petals fluttered around. The half of the person's exposed face was more charming than the blue enchantress. It was an unreal beauty that could not be described.

Human, or demon?And why does it feel so familiar?It seems... I have seen it somewhere.

Si Qianxu was just stunned for a moment, but suddenly felt the ground tremble, his feet were instantly emptied, and the midsummer sunshine was instantly swallowed up, and he fell into a dark space without any resistance.

"The soul is alive, come back quickly!" He chanted softly, and it exploded in his ears like thunder, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Si Qianxu, who was on the ground, didn't even have a chance to react, and his consciousness had once again fallen.

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From spring to autumn, the flowers bloom again and again, the snow falls one after another, the flat ground becomes a building, the sand turns into pearls, the clouds in the sky are like white clothes, and the beard changes like a dog.

Qinquan Road, a small villa, a baby-faced onmyoji——Shan Fei put a cup of soup on the coffee table, handed the soup spoon to the man sitting on the sofa, and said, "I got this from the edge of the Kunlun Wonderland." Baby ginseng, Meng Yan, try it, drink more~"

The exorcist Yiwu Qianmu took a bowl to serve the soup, and said: "Well, this baby ginseng is said to have the effect of strengthening qi and blood and living carrion."

The Defender leaned over and took a sniff. This kind of aura-filled baby obviously attracted all creatures.

"Shanfei, Qianmu, you don't need to help me get these things anymore," the man who was being nagged silently held up the soup and sipped it slowly. After a while, he slowly raised his head. His face was soft but strong. Without ups and downs, he stated lightly: "It's useless."

Yiwu Qianmu and Shan Fei touched his pupils, their eyes darkened.

This inconceivably beautiful man seems to be no different from the past except for being thinner. His back is still straight, and his aura is still fierce... However, under the forehead hair, his left eye is blank. He lost a pupil.

After a pause, the gentle exorcist cheered up and said, "It's okay, just treat it as a tonic, you... will not be harmful in the end." It's not that they don't know that the hope of recovering the eyes destroyed by the backlash of the spell is too slim , It's just that such a proud son of heaven has flaws, and outsiders will sigh when they see it, let alone this person is their friend.

Baili Mengyan put down the bowl, just about to say something, at this moment