Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 82

The son is Qingluo! ! ?

Who is that Qingluo?

Is it the fairy who stands under the towering ancient tree and wears white clothes, quietly watching the three worlds of floating dust?

The blond man sitting in the corner gently tapped his thighs back and forth a few times with his fingers, his blue eyes under the blindfold were frighteningly bright, maybe because of the light inside the blindfold, maybe because of something else.

He pursed his lips thoughtfully, and looked at Li Longteng next to him, but he couldn't see anything because of the blindfold.

The slender fingers gradually stopped, and then moved a few times in the air, as if thinking about something.

Thinking of a video called "Ancient Locust Tree" released by Li Longteng not long ago, which simulated the assessment of Qingluo Immortal Changqing, the appearance of that immortal could not help appearing in his mind.

The man has a pair of very charming eyes, clear as a mirror, without ripples.But it is deeper than anyone else in the world, like having thousands of thoughts and feelings, making people unable to understand, fascinated but afraid to approach.

Now, the pure immortal image and the mysterious and dangerous young master Yiming's appearance are all in front of his eyes. It obviously doesn't feel like a perfect performance, but it makes people have to observe and appreciate it carefully.

Obviously, there are not many differences between the two roles of Immortal Changqing and Prince Yiming, but the two cannot be confused.

One is a fairy who can break through the dust of the world, the other is Yiming, the mysterious and unpredictable son of Yanlou Pavilion, the other is Qingjue, and the other is a monster.

The man frowned dangerously, and slowly closed his eyes.

...... After all, which one is the real you, Qingluo.

and who are you?Is it really just a rookie who debuted not long ago?

Withdrawing his messy thoughts, the man shook his head slightly.

When did I become so concerned about this mysterious Cv.

Could it be because Li Longteng often nagged about this person in his ear?

Turning his attention back to the sound coming from the earphones, he put aside all superfluous thoughts and continued to listen to the drama.

And at the position that was only four people away from him, the corner of the mouth of the boy in blue raised slightly, and the broken hair on his forehead swayed slightly.

Under the illumination of the light, his handsome face looked much softer.

Next to him was a cute child with a joyful smile on his fleshy face and a small rosy mouth pouted softly, which was extremely cute.

Carefully appreciating the young man's smiling voice from the earphones, his little face 'chuckled', reddened to the base of his ears, and he whispered two sweet words from his mouth.

"Network..."

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As the breeze passed by, there was a sound of friction between the curtains, so small that if you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't be able to notice anything.

The young master Yiming kept his original posture, because the wind blew into the pavilion, leaving strips in the air with his long hair that was freely puffed up, and the strands of hair fluttered lightly.

Lifting the white jade wine glass on the table with his slender hands, he gently shook it back and forth a few times, watching the clear water in the glass create circles of ripples.Turning her head sideways, her slender phoenix eyes slightly slanted to write a poem, with a casual and dangerous smile on her lips.

The woman knelt down slowly, seeing that Young Master Yiming was still smiling lightly, she respectfully said, "Young Master, let Zi Chu go."

"Oh?"

The man narrowed his eyes, still smiling.

His voice was cold and indifferent, mixed with an unknown smile.

"He didn't want to fight with others, he just wanted to live the life of ordinary people, but..."

The beauty's voice was choked up, soft and tender.

The man was not in a hurry to speak, but lightly tapped the wall of the white jade cup with his fingers, seemingly casually, but it made people tense and short of breath.

He finally looked at her, his eyes were lightly closed, his fox-like eyes were mysterious and unpredictable, but there was a hint of a smile.

With a few strands of hair lightly clamped, the posture is lazy and casual.

"You underestimate this man."

He spoke slowly, neither fast nor slow, and seemed to match the later music, so every note of his was in line with the later music, a little slow and unpredictable.

As the music rose gently, the wind sounded.

"If he really only wanted to be with the dust of the countryside, how could he have been involved in the case of Prince Ling many times; if he was really an ordinary person, how could he have survived since then in the Lin Mansion where fish and dragons are mixed together."

He laughed softly, lazily, yet chilling like a millennium cold heart.

"Wolf will secretly watch the opportunity and renew its energy. When the time comes, he will hunt and kill the prey mercilessly."

In the later period, the music matched his words well and became low-pitched, while the son Yiming's speaking speed was neither too fast nor too slow.

The end of the music in the later period suddenly rose, and it came so suddenly that people were caught off guard.

It gave everyone a sense of suffocation.

He paused slightly, propped his chin lazily, "Shuwen, you know these things better than me, right?"

Everyone was shocked, Young Master Yiming said this sentence very slowly, but he used seven points of strength.

That flash of murderous intent was shocking.

The woman was dejected, her soft voice trembling and painful: "I know... I knew it from the beginning, but..."

Her voice was blank, uncertain.Looking outside the pavilion, endless pain.

"Young master, tell Shuwen...what love is."

The red curtain fluttered lightly, and the cold wind blew through the pavilion.

The wind blows at the corners of the building, and the door is a little quiet at night.

I saw the man looking thoughtfully at the bright moon in the sky, and the beautiful woman was gone.

With his hair flying, he couldn't help but smile.

"Who can tell me what love is?"

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The story continues. After a long search, Lin Zichu discovered that the mysterious organization was constantly involved in Yanlou Pavilion.He has a clear mind, thinking about the mysterious and unpredictable son Yiming, some things are all figured out.

But because Shuwen was sandwiched in the middle, it was temporarily put aside.Instead, he tried his best to let Shuwen leave his son Yiming and Yanlou Pavilion.

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"That man... is his name, Young Master Yiming? Heh, Shuwen, if one day you wish to leave this flower cage, where would you go?"

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"Shuwen, why are you always unwilling to go with me?"

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"Life is only a few dozen years, if you can hold the hand of one person, you will have no regrets at this time."

"Shuwen, are you willing to leave the Yanlou Pavilion with me?"

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At the end of the story, Shuwen finally left Yanlou Pavilion because of Lin Zichu's relationship.

After several days of lingering love between Lin Zichu and Shuwen, while Shuwen was sleeping, he led people into the Yanlou Pavilion.

Yanlou Pavilion is still full of people's voices, very lively.

There are no guests, they are all people from Yanlou Pavilion.

They looked natural, talking and laughing.

At this moment, Lin Zichu finally knew why Shuwen was depressed after leaving Yanlou Pavilion.

That's a feeling that other people will never understand.

A group of people started fighting, and Lin Zichu was surprised to find that both men and women in Yanlou Pavilion possessed extraordinary martial arts.

Lin Zichu didn't see Young Master Yiming in the crowd, so Lin Zichu rushed up to the pavilion without hindrance, as if he wanted him to go up.

As the "villain" of the story, the son Yiming's ending will naturally not be good.

When Lin Zichu rushed up to the pavilion and saw that he was playing with wine glasses, it was Lin Zichu who was talking.

He told him all about the whole incident, with sarcasm, speaking to him in a bowed tone like an emperor.

It seemed that he was trying to anger Young Master Yiming.

His sufferings were all caused by Young Master Yiming, so he naturally hoped to see Young Master Yiming humbly begging for mercy in front of him.

He wants to see his real face under the smiling fox.

He wanted him to be tortured, his dignity destroyed, and he wanted him to beg him like an ant.

However, Young Master Yiming didn't say a word, just knocked the white jade cup lightly in his hand.

Amidst Lin Zichu's vicious words, the sound of him beating the white jade cup sounded.

It was a very eerie feeling.

Young Master Yiming's indifferent and shocking aura is incredible!

Compared with him, Lin Zichu's image became even more ugly.

Every time there was a sound of knocking on the white jade cup, it was like mocking Lin Zichu.

that feeling...

It's like an adult watching with pity a wayward and proud child showing off his might in front of him.

This point was suggested by An Luo to the later stage, because the later stage felt that something was missing in this place, so she asked Qing Luo, the actor who played the role of the young master Yiming.

As a result, Qingluo did not disappoint him, and thought of such a way to highlight the plot.

This kind of setting seems to be suggesting something, and it enhances the feeling of the role of the son Yiming.

Although it seems that this setting is very common, it is of great help to the momentum of the scene.

It can render people's hearts very well.

Let the listener do the thinking.

Is the young master Yiming really finished like this?

If he is so powerful, he must have another trick!

How will he fight back? !

You only need to listen to it once, and the role of son Yiming will be firmly remembered.

Will be attracted by him, subconsciously look for his figure and his voice.

It was only when he came to his senses that he suddenly realized that he had already eaten into the bone marrow!

However, the son Yiming died.

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The Yanlou Pavilion suddenly caught fire, and the fire burned very fast. In just a few minutes, the Yanlou Pavilion was already immersed in bloody red light.

In terms of martial arts, Lin Zichu knew that he was no match for Young Master Yiming, so he rushed out of the Yanlou Pavilion without wasting any time.

When he turned around in a daze, behind him was a raging fire enveloping the smoky pavilion, and the cold wind whizzed past, making the fire even more intense.

The bloody flames spread rapidly like destroying the world.

In the flames that seem to swallow the world, you can see many burning black eaves.

The crimson flames isolated the Yanlou Pavilion from the outside world, and the raging fireworks seemed to come from hell. The young master Yiming stood quietly on the spot, surrounded by the swift and violent flames, and his face had never been seen before. A look of indifference.

Feeling that pair of abnormally calm eyes staring straight at her body, Lin Zichu was shocked, and a bone-chilling chill suddenly emerged from the bottom of his heart.

This is, ghost fire...

"No! Young Master!!"

Suddenly, a hoarse female voice sounded, full of grief and pain.

The screaming woman almost fainted and burst into tears.

Lin Zichu followed the voice and saw that Shuwen, whose face was stained with tears, was rushing towards the son Yiming.His heart tightened, and he immediately flew over to stop him.

Ahead of them, the flames grew wilder because of the wind.

"Shuwen, calm down!"

"Don't want me, don't want me, don't want me...let me go...Young Master..."

The pavilion burned and collapsed, leaving only a frightening flame.

Until the last second, Young Master Yiming didn't move, just looked at the two of them.

Quiet, like a prosperous and dead pool.

No more vitality.

Everything is swallowed up in this fierce beauty, the dead wood burns into charcoal, and the sound of sparks burning.

"Young master...Young master...don't..."

"Shuwen, he's dead!"

"You lied to me, you lied to me! Young master can't die... Impossible to die... He's so powerful... So powerful... How could he die!"

"Young master...Young master...ah...it's me...it's all me...it's me who killed him!"

Lin Zichu hugged Shuwen, who was almost dizzy, into his arms with heartache, listening to her talking to herself in his arms...

"Shuwen, it's all over, everything is over..."

Shuwen laughed a few times suddenly, but it was sad and painful. She looked up at the already invisible smoke tower, and finally passed out.

The moment she fainted, she heard many things.

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I think of that year, that seven-year-old little girl, that big brother with a very nice smile... I think of that Tsing Yi locked in the deepest part of the box...

That year, at the most desolate time in her life, with warmth, there was a person in front of her, and that person smiled very nicely.

"...Is your name Shuwen? Your clothes are really torn...Does it still hurt? Now, my name is Yiming, you can follow me from now on."

"... Haha, haven't you eaten, eat slowly, or you will choke... Ah, look! I told you to eat slowly, are you feeling better?"

"...You wait for me here, don't wander around, you know!"

"...Didn't I tell you not to wander around! How are you, are you injured? Bear with it, and you'll be in the capital soon."

"...... here, it is called Yanlou Pavilion, and this will be our home from now on, we have a home..."

"... If you want to leave one day, just go, don't tell me... Me? Heh, Shuwen, this is my guy. If you leave here... I can't go anywhere."

"...Get out! From now on, you are not allowed to enter my room without my permission, and don't go out!"

"...There is a very nice dress over there...Is it true, I will look good in blue clothes? Heh, this is my old clothes."

"...Shuwen, I have someone I love very much. He likes plain white clothes the most, but he is dead, so I only wear the color he likes."

"...If there is someone you like, you must cherish it...Huh? Yes, even if you have to leave me, you can't live without him."

"...I, I will not leave here, Shuwen, this is my home."

"...I'm afraid that after I leave, he will be angry if he doesn't see me when he comes back."

"...Shuwen, if you really like him, go find him. You didn't betray me, as I said, as long as you want to leave, I will never stop you."

"Here is my home. If I leave, he won't find me when he comes back... So, as long as I wear his favorite plain white clothes and wait for him in the smoke tower, he will definitely come back."

"As long as... as long as I wear the plain clothes he likes, he will definitely recognize me."