[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

Showing off is also fatal.

Ling'er heard this and stood up obediently.

"Okay," she said with a smile, as fresh as young bamboo shoots after the rain, "let's go."

Hua Manlou and Ling'er stayed in this paradise for a while, and then went back to Ling'er's palace of stars and moons together.

After one day, Ling'er was inseparable from Huamanlou. She watered the flowers, she carried the pot, Huamanlou drank tea, she washed the cups, and Huamanlou read a book. She sat down obediently and quietly. look at him.

It is like a living bear seeing honey, a gambler and dice, a pair of big blue eyes can't wait to stick to Hua Manlou's body all the time, just looking at it, a sweet follower soaked in thousands of years of fine wine. It's like eating honey.

I don't know if it's yearning or infatuation or daughter's love.

It is already the place of love, the inevitability of affection, the heart is stuck in the quagmire and cannot extricate itself.

It's getting late.

The light and shadow of the dusk slowly fainted from the sky, like a few brushstrokes applied slowly by the top color master in the world. Crunchy fun.

Hua Manlou got up, leaned forward slightly, and the window with the carved blue bird facing the phoenix and the birds returning to their nest opened quietly.

The dim sunlight and the rich fragrance of flowers fall into this beautiful land with lazy steps. Incense is burned on the tripod, and the purple mist is rippling.

The radiance like molten gold fell on Huamanlou's body, as straight as the pearl of the East China Sea, the moonlight at midnight, clear and soft, but in Ling'er's view, it was so brilliant and gorgeous that it was impossible to look at it, the azure eyeballs rolled around, and the tears had already rolled down .

She quietly and quickly used her cuff to catch the teardrops rolling down her cheeks, for fear that the tears would fall to the ground and make a noise.

A sudden heartache is neither, nor is it resentment, nor is it happiness, nor is it sadness.

It was clearly not the mood to cry, but the tears rolled down naturally.

It was almost like being inspired by some kind of omen from the future.

Ling'er wiped away her tears and continued to watch Huamanlou quietly.

Watching him sitting in front of the window, enjoying the gift of the evening sun with a quiet and satisfied smile.

Until Wu Ming found someone to invite him.

"Lord Ling'er." The visitor bowed his head and bent his body, a pair of standard fox eyes were full of foggy shadows, flowing with light and water, as beautiful as a moonlit night in the spring river.

But these eyes only looked at his own toes, he stared at the ground firmly, not even daring to look up.

It was Ah San.

"Master please."

Ling'er pouted, ran to Hua Manlou's side, reached out and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.

"I'll go, can you wait for me here?"

On the immature and lovely face, there is a slight look of desire naturally revealed.

"Okay." Hua Manlou smiled.

"I'll be back soon!" After saying that, Ling'er nodded heavily, got up and walked out.

The moment she passed Ah San, Ling'er stretched out her small palm in a fit of anger and 'lightly' patted Ah San's right arm, who was desperately bowing her head and wishing to bury herself in the ground.

There was a crisp sound like 'click' from the silver bottle, which was clearly the sound of bones breaking.

Ah San bit Vermilion's lips firmly, whimpered, dripping with 'fragrant sweat'.

Ling'er didn't even stop in her footsteps, she went straight away.

The small figure had just disappeared from Ah San's sight, and Ah San could no longer bear the piercing pain, and limp on the ground like a boneless snake.

A hand was held in front of his eyes.

In his hand is a transparent white glaze vial.

It is full of flowers.

"Feel sorry."

Hua Manlou said.

"I know I can't touch you, but you take this medicine, it will be useful for your injury."

Sorry for what?

Is it sorry that he didn't stop Ling'er in time?

Or is it because of him that Ling'er did this?

His words were sincere, and Ah San let out a wry smile.

"Thank you Seventh Young Master."

The still movable left arm was raised, and the thin white fingertips touched the medicine bottle cautiously, not daring to tremble in the slightest, touching an inch of Huamanlou's skin.

Putting the medicine bottle in her arms, Ah San barely stood up with her hunched body, and stumbled out of the magnificent palace.

He didn't tell Hua Manlou that one of his hands was missing.

Maybe it's not necessary.

Maybe it's... I can't bear to say it.

He couldn't bear to expose his wounds and those filthy things in front of the Seventh Young Master.

Hua Manlou turned slightly sideways until the sound of Ah San's footsteps disappeared, then went back to the window and sat down.

The state of mind at this time must be different from before.

Such an atrocity happened right in front of him, as Hua Manlou, how could he remain indifferent?

Knowing this, Zhuang Zhou didn't show any expression on his face.

As dusk deepens, the fragrance of flowers becomes more intense.

A white butterfly flapped its wings quietly and flew up from the garden of flowers, followed an inexplicable trajectory, flew to Zhuang Zhou's side, landed gently on the tip of Zhuang Zhou's nose, and retracted its wings.

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his hand and slowly touched its tender wings, and the white butterfly landed on his fingertips.

Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies.

Zhuang Zhou has long been unwilling to be a butterfly.

Although the butterfly is good, it is not my body. Although the other land is beautiful, it is difficult to feel at ease.

One day, Zhuang Zhou can use his appearance, expression, and heart to live under the sun majestically.

One day, he will be able to return what he suffered to those innocent people to Yu Jin who is sitting in the god of the sky.

Until then, he needs strength.

It is enough to travel across time and space to step into the vastness of the world, and the power to control the abyss of the universe, the galaxy, the abyss and the valley between the clouds and the rain.

First of all, start by finding the carrier of the main god consciousness in this world.

Zhuang Zhou stared at the darkness in front of him, feeling the slight weight on his fingertips.

The butterfly stands on the fingertips, and the butterfly stands on the tip of the heart.

He has been Yuan Suiyun with a strange and vicious mind, Su Mengzhen who is suffering from severe illness and is lonely and cold, Sima Chaoqun with clean eyes and bright eyes, and Abe Seimei who is gentle and gentle and known as the son of the demon fox.

Now it seems that it is no longer important whether he is the Zhuang Zhou of that day, whether he stepped into the same river or not.

Reborn, flesh and blood reshaped, but the light in my heart lasts forever.

It's enough.

A heart that has been thoroughly cold for many generations, a heart that no one knows has been in a trance, in the evening of this day, in Hua Manlou's body, among the butterflies on the fingertips, quietly gave birth to a heart. The new bud slowly blooms into a firm flower, and in an instant, the heart is like the blue sea in the sky, every bit of it under the clear sky, every bit of it in my heart, is like a mirror and stars, to him, every detail is clearly visible.

At this point, Mingzhu has just retreated from the mortal world, and the treasured sword has just opened a new blade. The place where it appears is unstoppable and unstoppable.

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly.

Softer than ever.

Peace like never before.

The butterfly on the fingertips suddenly flapped its wings and flew away as quietly as when it came, and disappeared in the flowers in an instant, never to be seen again.

"Who is there?"

Hua Manlou tilted his head slightly, and asked gently.

I don't know when, there is already a person standing among the flowers.

'The black hair and mane are not messy, there is not a single wrinkle on the snow-white clothes, the sculpted face has a cold, conceited and resolute expression, and the eyes are as sharp as a knife's edge. '

This person didn't say a word, and his sharp eyes slowly looked from Huamanlou's hair to his fingertips, and it seemed that the person sitting in front of him was a gentle and peaceful young man, but that he was a good guy. A wooden idol, a finely carved stone statue.

His eyes are like a bone scraping knife piercing a bone sword.

"Since you are here, you must have something to do, why don't you say a word?"

Hua Manlou smiled and said.

The man sized him up and then looked into Hua Manlou's eyes again.

"I haven't seen you."

"Have you seen everyone on this island?"

The corridors are full of flowers.

"It's all a bunch of waste, no one escapes my eyes."

The man said, with complete conceit and arrogance in his words.

This must be someone of high status.

"I just came to Guidi not long ago."

The corridors are full of flowers.

"What are you doing?"

"At the wedding banquet."

The man stopped talking.

But he didn't leave, and stood there, continuing to look at Huamanlou with sharp eyes.

"What's the matter, Your Excellency?"

Hua Manlou waited for a while, smiled, and spoke again.

"I'm lost."

The man finally said after hearing the words.

Hua Manlou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled apologetically.

"I can't help you, I'm blind."

The man's expression didn't change in the slightest.

"I know."

"You are full of flowers."

Hua Manlou said: "Unfortunately, I don't know who you are?"

"I'm Gong Jiu."

The man said lightly.

"Now that you know, you should pour me a cup of tea."

Gong Jiu suddenly smiled.

His smile is like his person, it comes out of nowhere.

Hua Manlou also smiled, stood up and reached out to make tea for this inexplicable guest or host.

With a little effort on Gong Jiu's legs, the man has jumped over the window and stepped into the room.

He was sitting at the table with upright posture and elegance, waiting for Hua Manlou to make tea for him.

It's almost like a royal grandson.

Hua Manlou gently placed the teacup in front of him, sat down, and said, "Aren't you going to ask someone who understands the way?"

"no need."

Gong Jiu didn't drink, he said: "Someone will always come looking for me."

Hua Manlou smiled, not surprised at all.

Gong Jiu looked at him, and suddenly said: "In your life, is there a time when you don't smile?"

"Have you ever been troubled? Have you ever had an accident?"

This is simply a strange question.

Especially for two strangers meeting for the first time.

"Of course there is."

Hua Manlou didn't mind, he said slowly.

"When people live in this world, how can they always laugh, how can there be no accidents, and how can there be no troubles?"

The author has something to say:

Gong Jiu came out...actually, I don't know much about this character, I'm writing nonsense, O(∩_∩)O haha~.In Lu Xiaofeng's world, I don't know who to write about Hua Manlou's rivalry. They are all written rotten, and there are not many who can dig deep. You can give me some advice.

I will continue to write about the king, and make enough three thousand for today's update, and not enough for tomorrow's update, ╭(╯3╰)╮.