Chapter 1458

"I see it." The princess of Beiyue nodded shyly. Her fingers touched her eyes carefully. "I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's OK. You can see it." On the night of the moon, he turned his head and winked at the red candle. The red candle understood and said, "since the princess can see it, I will send you back first, so as not to worry about the prince and Lord Luo."

The princess of Beiyue nodded obediently and came down from the couch with the red candle in her hand. Because she could see it, she could not express her joy.

"Thank you very much! I...... "

"Don't thank me, it's my duty."

Responsibility?

The princess of Beiyue is confused and wants to ask her, but she has a cold aura. She is timid and dare not open her mouth. She follows the red candle slowly.

At the door, she said softly, "I always feel like I knew her before."

red candle is as like as two peas, looking at the face of the princess in the north, just like the long princess, after all, there is still some emotion. So he patiently said, "the owner is a southern wing country man. Maybe he had seen it before."

The princess of Beiyue nodded, looked up at the bright sky, and unconsciously smiled happily.

"Thank you!"

On the night of the moon, sitting on the couch in silence, he said nothing.

Asaray has already sent someone in to take the nightmare to the couch and lie down. Looking at her silence, asaray can't help but say: "Wang, this skill is forbidden in Guangyao hall. I think people in Guangyao hall will be familiar with it. I'll go to ask Molian about it. Maybe he can help!"

"Don't look for him." On the night of the moon, she shook her head gently. She knew that Mo Lian didn't understand the forbidden art. "I'll go out for a while and send someone to watch him. When he wakes up, he will let red candle inform me."

Asaray nodded and watched her get up and go out. He had never seen Wang so lost. He couldn't help but feel a little hurt.

Outside, the moon night quietly jumped on the back of the ice psychedelic bird. The latter asked nothing and took her to the post house.

By the time she regained consciousness, the ice phantom bird had landed in the yard.

She clapped his wings with a wry smile and slid down from above. Just when she fell to the ground, she heard the soft sound of the piano.

Like smoke like fog, like hands, holding her heart, slowly sink into the cool lake water.

The piano sound, clean and out of the world, seems to have nothing to do with the world. Her restless mood is calmed little by little.

Listening to the piano, she walked slowly to the outside of his room and gently reached out to push the door open.

White clothes in the influx of light and breeze, floating like a clean cloud.

The fiddler's fingers are long, his face is like snow, his eyes are like jade. When she opened the door, he looked up and smiled at her. In an instant, the city fell and thousands of troops were annihilated.

Standing at the door of the moon night, against the light, the skin color is white and crystal like transparent.

A pair of eyes like autumn water, full of waves.

The sound of the piano slowly came to an end. In the more and more gentle tone, she asked in a hoarse voice, "why don't I want to make mistakes, but always hurt others?"

The note stopped flowing at his fingertips and ended abruptly because he saw the wavering look in her eyes.

Strong as she, also began to doubt themselves?

"People have things that they want to guard desperately, you have them, and you will not hesitate to hurt yourself and give everything."

"I have." The moon nodded slowly.