The villain leader always likes to die

Dreams are not dreams, illusions are not illusions, truths seem false, falsehoods are real, real truths are false.I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality, the biting coldness and reality, or maybe, all of this is in the deepest dream, and I have never woken up.

Xiao Yue put on that absolutely beautiful wedding dress again, holding a handful of red roses that seemed to have been baptized by blood in her hand.She stood in front of the mirror with a happy and sweet smile, like a little woman who just married her beloved.

Her cell phone rang, and she still answered with a smile on her face.

Fatty Li's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Yue! Don't act recklessly! Calm down! Don't do stupid things! Everyone is worried about you! What you do will only make it harder for the deceased Lin An to rest in peace. ! There is no hard way, everything can start again! You want to open, Xiao Yue!"

"It's impossible..." Xiao Yue said with a smile, "It's impossible to do it again... Can Lin An be resurrected after death?"

Before waiting for an explanation, Xiao Yue hung up the phone and put the phone in the drawer.

She took a last look at the photo on the table. In the photo was a very ordinary-looking man with a gentle smile.

With the same smile, Xiao Yue resolutely walked to the balcony, opened the glass door, and the breeze blew the white gauze on her head, blowing into the house, and the wind chimes hanging by the window jingled.

Xiao Yue seemed to be recalling something beautiful, she walked to the balcony step by step, lifted her skirt slightly, and stood up.

The wind seemed to be getting stronger, blowing off the veil on her head, making her well-combed hair a little messy.

Fatty Li, who came in a hurry, was banging on the door hard, trying to break the door open and stop the silly girl's behavior.Unfortunately, the girl had already locked the door from the inside, and it was useless to let the people outside the door.

And then, Xiao Yue's body fell from the high balcony, like a white bird with its wings broken straight to the ground.

A large amount of blood flowed out, staining her pure white wedding dress red.She stared at the sky with her eyes open, the holes in her pupils representing the fact that she was dead.The roses in her hands were broken into petals and scattered all over the ground, beautiful and desolate.

Until she died, Xiao Yue had a smile on her lips.

She can finally... be with Lin An...

Fatty Li pried open the door, but it was too late. In the empty room, the glass door of the balcony was wide open, leaving only a white veil.

I opened my eyes suddenly, staring at the ceiling blankly, even thin beads of sweat dripped down my face.

After being in a daze for a long time, I finally recovered from the dream.

I closed my eyes and put the back of my hand in front of my eyes, still feeling a little lingering.

Why... have this dream again...

Why do I always dream about things in that world, although... it is a dream... but these dreams are too real... so real that he mistakenly thinks...

I mistakenly thought that this was not a dream... but something that really happened...

One hand climbed to my waist, the other covered my face, slowly wiping away the thin beads of sweat for me.

Shang Wuyu said, "Did Luo have a nightmare?"

I still closed my eyes and hummed softly: "Yeah."

Shang Wu Prison asked, "Did you dream of something terrible?"

I didn't answer and didn't know how to answer.

Although the young man had a smile on his face, his voice became a bit weird: "Luo... who is Xiao Yue..."

The surroundings suddenly became much quieter, and my body trembled, completely dumbfounded.

The young man seemed to particularly like to put his arms around the waist of the person in front of him. He put his face on the flat belly, rubbed it comfortably, and behaved intimately.

And from my direction, I couldn't see the young man's dark red eyes.

"Luo in a dream... called this name once... and this name seems to belong to a girl... Is this girl someone important to Luo..."

Although it was only called once, and the voice was so soft that it was almost like an illusion, it couldn't change the fact that he had heard it.

The youth wondered who Xiao Yue was?Why has he never heard Luo mention this person, or is this person an old acquaintance before Luo met him?

Besides him... Who else is occupying Luo's heart... Let Luo never forget it... so much so that it will come out in dreams...

I calmed down, as if I was saying something very common: "It's just a name I accidentally called out in a nightmare, so don't worry about it."

Is it really just a nightmare...

Although the young man thought so in his heart, he didn't ask any more questions.

This matter will be left alone like this, and I will not explain it foolishly if I don't ask, everything about that world is a secret that cannot be said and cannot be discovered.

Once discovered, all the plots will deviate from the original track. I don’t know what will happen. I will probably die...or maybe I will never go back...

So it must not be discovered, it must not!

But I didn't expect that all the accidents will happen on the night of visiting the lanterns. The connection between dreams and reality makes things secretly change, deteriorate, and even rot.

This evening Shang Wu Ji's dress is very simple, but it can be seen that the narrow-sleeved Tsing Yi under the plainness is made of excellent materials.In order to deceive people's eyes and ears, I naturally can't put on those extreme poses. I simply tied my long hair behind my head with a headband, and tied the long gown without too many patterns with a piece of satin embroidered with white brocade.

And from the beginning to the end, the young man's hand and mine were held together, not separated.I tried to let go several times, but the young man held it again very shamelessly, and the smile on his face was even more embarrassing.

The bustling streets are lined with red and festive lanterns. There are many people and noisy voices. It is easy to be moved by the noisy atmosphere.

Lanterns of various shapes, large and small, make the small town gorgeous. Even the peddlers on the street are hanging a small orchid-shaped lantern on the shop.

Under the arch bridge, many lotus lanterns made of oiled paper flickered, small candles were inserted in the center of the lotus, and a bundled note was placed beside the paper core, which contained people's various good wishes.

People who came and went looked at the pair of people holding hands from time to time, probably because they misunderstood the relationship between the two.Apart from being surprised by the looks of the two of them, they have no other intentions, after all, it is not surprising that they are so masculine here.

I saw the young man lifting the handsome man's chin with his fingers almost provocatively, smiling evilly.The other hugged the handsome man's waist and moved downstream more and more irregularly.The handsome man patted the young man's hand away expressionlessly, and the dim light illuminated that delicate face even more alluringly.

At this time, a little girl holding a flower basket tugged at my sleeve.

Shang Wuju took the opportunity to put his arms around my waist again, I ignored him, and the little girl said: "Big brother, let's buy a flower!"

Before I could make a sound, the young man smiled and said, "What kind of flowers are in this basket?"

The little girl said: "Chrysanthemum."

I am paralyzed...

The young man smiled brightly, gave the little girl a certain amount of money, and patted her head as if to say, "Brother wants it all."

The little girl raised her face with an innocent look: "I wish little brother and big brother a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

Me: I'll let you go!