Flower is amazing

The dead don't have to worry about it, but what about Mo Shi?He is still alive, he probably hates himself very much now.

What if such ruthlessness is used on oneself?

Ruohua's heart was stained with a ray of worry, the moonlight became dimmer, as if covered by dark clouds, and shone on Ruohua's body, like a layer of gloom as dark as ink, covering her body, and she couldn't see her own reflection for a while.

Mo Shi turned around from nowhere, his eyes were gloomy, whether it was caused by the moonlight or his own state of mind.

He stood behind Ruohua, but didn't say a word, the scabbard around his waist was elegant and gorgeous, like the most exquisite work of art, and a huge sapphire on the hilt, under the moonlight, became more and more strangely beautiful , His index finger, middle finger, and ring finger rested on the jewel, and he kept cruising back and forth, like a trapped small fish, no matter what, he couldn't escape.

The small building behind is still brightly lit, and the already faint voice is still clear and joyful, telling the friendship between the two, and the two here, who used to be the closest siblings in the world, are now determined to be strangers. , but one is holding on to old memories, wanting to go back wholeheartedly.

There are few stars in the night sky, and the position of the morning star in the sky has not yet lit up. Ruohua turned around and didn't even look at Mo Shi behind him, as if he was just a big tree or a huge rock in this garden. There was no expression at all, and he walked around him.

Mo Shi didn't move, as if he wasn't here to look for her, his expression didn't change, his movements didn't change, his posture didn't change, he stood there like a statue, except that the three fingers that had been hovering on the hilt of the sword stopped He got down and pressed hard on the gemstone. There seemed to be some cracks on the gemstone, but under the moonlight, he couldn't see clearly.

The road is not bright, but to Ruohua, it is nothing.

She did not return along the original path, but walked to the bottom of her room in the small building in a nearly straight line, tapped her toes, and wrapped her arms around Mulen, with a few neat and dexterous movements, she returned as easily as a kite. house.

The lamps in the room were not lit, just as her heart was cold, the bed was made by Zhu Ting, and there were layers of complicated gauze on it, but they were all as thin as a cicada's wing, fluttering in the breeze.

She was leaning on the bedpost, but she was stuck in her arms for a while. The past, never really passed, the Hua family would never accept a killer, and she had killed too many people. If the family and friends of these people united, they would be enough to kill She has done it eleven million times.

In fact, Ruohua knew that the best way was to kill Mo Shi. In this way, there was no owner of the Yemen, and no matter how ingenious Mo Shi's plan was, it would be in vain.

But could she kill him?

That was her most beloved younger brother, her only ray of warm light and heat in that place that was as cold and indifferent as purgatory, but in dire straits.

But what about now?

What's more, just like what Mo Shi said, she can't even tell herself now whether she is in love with Huamanlou or her tenderness, or it's just a desire for comfort, or it's a nostalgia A person who loves himself?

She couldn't tell.

To her, these make no difference.

But for others, these differences are like the difference between mountains and seas, like sky and earth, darkness and light, and cannot be generalized.

However, she knew that no matter what, her hope was to be with Hua Manlou.