The boy in black who was waiting honestly outside the door saw her coming out, and quickly looked up at her. The two melon-skinned heads with tailoring clothes were even more blinking.

Wet black hair and snow-white skin.

The girl in a scarlet dress who walked out of the door looked like an extremely beautiful painting.

This red dress is so exaggerated that it is appropriate and beautiful when worn on her.

The two little boys looked at each other and saw satisfaction from each other's eyes. It was worthy of being the clothes they made, it looked so beautiful and amazing. Two round faces smiled together.

Jialan, who was sitting at the table, heard the noise and raised his head.

Tang Ning just squeezed out of the crowd, put the wet embroidered shoes on the ground, walked over barefoot, holding his skirt.

The ground was a little cold, and she gradually accelerated.

Tang Xin on the bed saw her appearance clearly and was stunned for a moment, her eyes involuntarily falling on Jia Lan. The wound on her shoulder, which had been applied to her medicine, seemed to start to hurt again.

He looked at Tang Ning, opened his mouth, and wanted to speak but stopped.

What should I say?

He doesn't know.

The boys in black packed up their things and quitted out again when they came.

In the room, there were only three of them left in the blink of an eye.

A Yan didn't know where he went and didn't come back for a long time.

Tang Xin covered her shoulders and sat up from the bed. Her mind was messy, which made him unable to lie down for a moment.

What did they say in it? What did they do? Why did they say that it was Jia Lan who was bathing, but even their second sister's clothes were changed? Miscellaneous thoughts kept coming out.

The clothes exposed between the fingers turned dark red.

The wound on the shoulder began to bleed again.

He whispered in pain, let go of his hand, and called "Second Sister".

Tang Ning had already walked to the bedside. Seeing this, he quickly put down the skirt in his hand and went closer to see his shoulders. The clothes were untied, revealing their shoulders, and the wound healed and torn was looked much more terrifying than at the beginning.

Tang Ning sighed, and suddenly there was a hand in front of him.

Jialan also came over at some point, took a small celadon and said, "It turned out to be a Jinchuang medicine used by humans." He opened the seal and poured the powder on Tang Xin's shoulder.

Although the boy in black left, the medicine remained.

He poured half a bottle on it.

A thick layer of gold-inducing medicine emits a strong smell of medicine.

Tang Xin gritted her teeth, her face as cold as ice.

Jialan paused the medicine bottle on the short table beside him and smiled: "Why, aren't you satisfied?"

Tang Xin lowered his head and did not look at him.

Jialan stretched out his hand and rubbed his hair: "Your lives are mine." He stopped laughing, and even his eyes became solemn, but in a blink of an eye, he yawned, swallowed the world sleepyly, and made him listless again.

He withdrew his hand with a casual expression and went behind the screen.

Soon, Tang Xin began to get sleepy and had no strength to say anything.

If you don’t come, you will have nothing to do. Once you come, you can’t hold on with perseverance alone.

Before Ayan came back, the two teenagers in the room had fallen asleep.

Tang Ning was not sleepy at all.

She should be sleepy.

I didn't sleep for long last night and walked a lot of roads during the day. I should be very tired. But she looked at Tang Xin's sleeping face and was not tired at all.

She tucked Tang Xin's quilt, got up and walked to the table, moved a chair to the window.

The blue window screens were raining after the rain. When the sun was seen, they looked light and transparent. Now, they blended into the night. The sky outside the window was darker than before, but it still looked a little lighter than the night sky that Tang Ning had seen before.

In the rainy Leizhou, the sky is always gloomy.

At night, I couldn't see my five fingers.

Tang Ning has been to Leizhou for ten years, and it seems that even Xingzi has never seen two.

She half lay on the windowsill and looked out through the window screen.

In the past, she, who could not walk, always sat in front of the window like this, watching the rain, flowers, and the empty sky. At that time, the wind outside, the sun outside, and even the rain she hated could make her happy.

Unlike now, she sat here and looked at the sky, but seemed to be trapped in a mud.

She knew something was wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong.

Xie Xuan felt that what she said was a quibble, and she smiled and didn't want to refute it, but in fact, every word she said happened to be her doubt.

Is she really the same person now, and the person who was cut off by Miss Tang that night?

Tangning's simple white fingers gently drew circles on the window screen.

Rush rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rust rus

Maybe the gods can figure it out what she can't understand.

No matter what, it is a god, isn't it? Even before today, she never thought that there are really gods in the world...

Suddenly, Tang Ning's movement of drawing circles stopped.

She put her hand down and pressed her face on. The cold window frame was pressed against her face, as if it was carrying water vapor. She opened her eyes and looked outside for a moment.

There was a rustling sound in the courtyard, as if a snake was walking among the flowers.

Tick, tick.

Tangning smelled the wine.

In the darkness, a figure appeared.

It's Xie Xuan.

A young man in black dress stood in the flowers without moving for a long time.

Through a long corridor, half a sea of ​​flowers, the smell of wine is getting heavier and heavier.

Tang Ning discovered that he saw himself. Both of them were hiding in the dark abdomen, and no one could see each other's eyes, but for some reason, Tang Ning felt that he was in sight with him.

Xie Xuan in the sea of ​​flowers also noticed something strange.

The feeling of restlessness that made him scared appeared again.

Tang Ning in the Book of Life and Death is indeed dead.

The life and death book he opened with his own hands, and the cinnabar marks he saw with his own eyes would not be fake. If something unexpected happened and she did not die, the blood marks would disappear by themselves, and it would not be possible that they remained the same as before.

Since the cinnabar marks are still there, then "Tangning" is the deceased person.

——The "Tangning" who was looking at him in the room at this moment was probably not a human being at all.

Only human life and death are under his control.

Xie Xuan lowered his hands, and the wine pot in his hand was tilted, and the wine flowed out gurglingly.

In the darkness, he lowered his head and smiled bitterly on his face.

Mortals always say that being drunk and dreaming is a happy thing, living in a daze, living in a daze, and those troubles seem to no longer exist. But he brewed a bunch of wine and drank them like water, but he never got drunk once.

It was obvious that Ah Biao had just taken a sip last time, and then he was so drunk that he danced with joy.

Therefore, the spirits of the artifacts know that the "Drunk" wine buried under the flowers is the wine that will go crazy when you drink it, and it is a wine that they absolutely cannot drink.

So even Ah Chui didn't dare to drink it anymore, but he dug out wine from time to time and sent it to his bedside to "respect" to see what he looked like when he was dancing.

Unfortunately, Ah Chui has not been able to do it yet.

Xie Xuan raised his wrist and poured the wine in the pot clean.

He really wanted to get drunk once, get crazy, dance and show Ah Chu.

But the gods... won't be drunk...

Eternal awakening is their curse.

Even if he is a poor god, he cannot escape.
Chapter completed!