Lian Yan and Chang Ling froze together.
There are thousands of things in the world, even if you know that it is the life and death of the tiger's den in Longtan.
It's not worth one, I'm willing!
The fierce wind swept in and rolled snowflakes, fluttering in all the way from outside the hall, and the figure of the lotus who was kneeling under His Highness was submerged in the wind and snow, and she looked up at the people on the high seat in the wind and snow.
He was motionless in the wind, snow, frost and cold, and he still had the cold appearance of the king of this cold city.
It's just that Lian Yan knows that some things are getting too fast, and she can't hold them at all.
This cold city, I'm afraid that in the future, it will be even more cold.
In the silent palace, the heavy door was slammed shut, cutting off her gaze from the person in the hall, and returning the lonely hall to him.
He is the king of this palace, the eternal and lonely king.
She was simply out of reach.
The wind in the cold city is always fierce, and the snowflakes are rolled up to obscure the sky.
In the night, the cold wind raged even more frantically, whistling and blowing around the temple, standing under the eaves of the temple, at a glance, it was a dark night where no light could be seen.
Lian Yan looked into the distance, only to feel the haze in front of him.
She smiled helplessly and sarcastically in the snow-white: "Yan Jiuming, the only clever thing is that he can take advantage of people's affection. ” Yan Jiuming knew where the heart of the heavy door was.
It seems that the invulnerability is unshakably powerful, and the blood can be cold under the cold armor, but his heart is still beating.
His heart is thousands of miles away.
Imperial City, he will definitely go back.
Whether it's for Chongmenhuan or for himself, Chongmen knows best.
Yan Jiuming is the most proficient at using people's hearts, and can find people's soft armor, and some of the past, Yan Jiuming probably has already understood.
Therefore, he expected that Chongmen would definitely take over his game.
Therefore, he set up a bureau and set it up so brightly.
Even if everyone saw his intentions, he had to set it.
Because, if you don't have a hard time, you will be willing to enter this game.
It's a life-and-death game between two men.
Chang Ling, who was standing under the eaves of the porch, glanced at Lian Yan, and saw that she was so disappointed, so he persuaded: "You know that the master will do this, his obsession is there, Yan Jiuming will not die if he does not die, he will not break, the master is absolutely unwilling to give up, in this life and death situation, it will not be the master who loses." ” This is a game set up by Yan Jiuming.
However, who will win is not Yan Jiuming's final say.
Lian Yan said stiffly and coldly: "I don't want to see him die for a lifetime, I know that the bureau is going to break in, we can obviously avoid the edge and plan well." ” The odds of winning are even greater, and he insists on returning to Kyoto.
Chang Ling is not as dead-eyed as Lian Yan, he saw it very openly, and said indifferently: "The master has the master's plan, we are servants after all, just do our duty, you are like this, you have exceeded your identity." ” There was a hint of warning in the words.
Lian Yan's face was a little ugly, and he said coldly: "You are a servant, I am not!"
” Unless she is willing, no one in this world can keep her.
She was willing.
She was willing to stay in this ice city that had been frozen for many years, and let the cold sink into her bones.
For the sake of it, isn't it the person who has a review?
The woman tilted her head and walked into the ice and snow proudly and coldly. left Changling with an indifferent and lonely back.
In this world, everyone has an obsession.
It's just because some people become Buddhas with one thought, and some people become demons with one thought.
The heavy door is definitely a Buddha or a demon, all in his will.