The white moonlight of fast transmigration

Chapter 477 The Stupid and Slow Wooden Beauty vs the Gentle and Charming Monster Little Prince

People who have been in the dark and frightened for a long time see the fireworks in the world, and their first reaction is peace of mind and longing.

Fu Wan was no exception. She slowly wrung out the muddy water on her skirt, then stepped on the stone steps to the iron gate.She stretched out her hand, and the iron gate opened automatically, and the little girl walked along the road until she reached the gate of the castle.

It was a very gorgeous and heavy door, through the crack of the door, a little warm light could be felt.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but before she could touch it, the door opened by itself.At this moment, gorgeous and melodious music and bright and warm candlelight came out, and Devier's eyes were too dazzled by the overly gorgeous palace.

This is a ballroom for entertaining people.

The ground is covered with a soft bright red carpet, the beautiful windows are multicolored glass, the champagne gold thick curtains hang down, the gorgeous crystal lamps above the head and the beautiful candle holders everywhere complement each other, as for the beautiful red tablecloths on the table, Draped with tassels in the same color as the curtains.

There are roses with dew in the vases on the table, and golden dishes, knives and forks are placed everywhere.

But in such a gorgeous and grand ballroom, there was no one there.

Or rather, there is only one monster.

On the innermost seat of the ballroom, sat a little monster.He looks very strange, the skin all over his body is not human or animal skin, but like a clay doll made of mud, rough and weird, dripping black liquid drop by drop.

The head was carved out of a puppet, with only a pair of eyes dug out and a mouth drawn by hand.

Subconsciously, Fu Wan knew that she had to turn around and run away, but her brain couldn't come to this conclusion, and she couldn't give orders to her body.So she stood at the door like a wooden stake, looking at the little monster with a sharp knife in her hand.

The corners of the little monster's lips, represented by a line, curled up, and it even stared at Fu Wan with dark, empty eyes.Being stared at by such a monster, Fu Wan couldn't express how he felt in his heart. Instead, he seemed to be bewitched, carefully stepping on the soft and clean carpet, passing through the beautiful flowers and walking in front of the little monster.

The little girl was wearing a white dress, with baby fat on her snow-white cheeks, her golden curly hair was fluffy, and a pair of innocent and clean black pupils looked at the monster in front of her.

The other party put down the knife in his hand, then raised his hand and pulled out a rose, handing it to Fu Wan.

Fu Wan reached out subconsciously, and took the beautiful rose.

That is, the moment she touched the rose, the sharp thorn pierced her finger, and red blood burst out instantly.Fu Wan's consciousness seemed to be taken away by something, his head tilted and he passed out.

When she woke up again, she found that she was still standing in front of that luxurious gate.

Fu Wan shook her head, raised her hand and knocked on the door.At this time, the door slowly opened, and it was displayed in front of her exactly as in the dream.She subconsciously looked towards the back of the table, trying to find the little monster.

But sitting there was a weak and beautiful boy.

The young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was handsome and upright between a teenager and a young man.He sat there with an elegant posture and a dignified expression, wearing a meticulously ironed shirt and tuxedo, with deep and gentle narrow eyes, and slender and strong fingers holding the knife and fork.

The young man looked at Fu Wan without blinking his eyes, and he also looked at her with a gentle smile on his lips.

Fu Wan hesitated for a moment, stepped on the bright red and luxurious carpet with bare feet covered in blood and mud, and walked up to the boy step by step.She looked up at the boy with a chubby face covered in mud, and blinked, "Are you the prince in a fairy tale?"

The boy's beautiful eyebrows narrowed slightly, he put down the knife and fork in his hand, took out a bright red rose from the vase in front of him and handed it to Fu Wan, "Guess."

This time Fu Wan dared not reach out to pick up the rose.

What if the cycle repeats later?

When the boy saw that she didn't accept her, the smile on his lips became more gentle.He lowered his head slightly, his eyes fell on Fu Wan's bare feet covered with wounds, "Are you here to find me?"

This time Fu Wan nodded, "It is said in fairy tales that there is a most beautiful and talented prince in the misty forest."

"The fairy tale is not right." The young man's petal-like lips bent, and he looked at Fu Wan with unspeakable joy, "You have come here, and you will never be able to escape the curse of the foggy forest for the rest of your life."

Fu Wan was taken aback for a moment, and Dai Weier analyzed it slowly for a while, "Are you trapped here by a curse?"

The boy smiled even more happily, "You will too."

"Stay here with you?" Fu Wan also bent the corner of her skirt, looked up at the young man in front of her with her hips on her hips, "You are so pretty, I want to stay with you."

"What about your family?" The young man lowered his gentle eyelids and looked at her with dark brown eyes, so beautiful that he was indescribably seductive, "Are you really willing to stay with me?"

Fu Wan couldn't explain why, but his brain, which was not very bright at first, became even more dull after being bewitched. He subconsciously said, "Yes, I don't need my family, and stay with you."

There was a smirk on the boy's face, and he looked at the little girl in front of him with gentle eyes.

Then, reach out and hug her up.

Dai Weier is only five years old, a small one, although a bit chubby, but not heavy.

The young man held her in his arms easily, and walked slowly into the long corridor.The walls of the corridor are lit with lamps, beautiful and exquisite oil paintings are hung everywhere, and the log floor and stairs have a light brown warm luster.

He walked into a music room with Dawier in his arms.

At the very moment when she walked in, Fu Wan felt that her clothes had changed in an instant, into a long dress covered with luxurious lace and pearls and gemstones. The waist was so tight that she had to straighten her back.

The boy put her on a small couch covered with pearls and jade, and picked up the crown full of diamonds next to it and put it on the little girl's head.

Fu Wan's eyes fell on him, the tuxedo he was wearing before disappeared, and now he was only wearing a white shirt with leg of lamb sleeves and a high collar.The young man has a slender neck and a straight back. He wears a beautiful jewel brooch above the lace neckline, and jewel wrist buttons of the same color on the cuffs.

An exquisite gold pocket watch hung in the pocket of his shirt, making him look luxurious and lazy.

That's probably what the prince really is.

He picked up a cello casually, sat on the steps intoxicated and played it.The almost unshakable lights in the room shone on the young man's beautiful and frail side face. The flaxen curly hair covered part of his forehead, and under the slightly drooping eyelids, there was a melancholy and tenderness that made people fascinated.

(End of this chapter)