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Lu Zhengkang and Kun Qing sat on the carriage, in front of the familiar tea sea.

Quan Suhuan’s face was calm, his hands and feet were briskly adjusting tea, and every move naturally stretched, just like a swan stretches its neck and a peacock opens its screen. Before drinking tea, watching such an artistic process is another level of spiritual enjoyment.

Until the last three of them were holding a cup of tea in their hands, the carriage remained silent.

The light from Hou Zhu softly spilled the interior, bringing basic lighting, and the more eye-catching light was the sunlight coming in from the car window, illuminating the sea of ​​tea, each cup seemed to be covered with a layer of luster Glaze.

All smooth surfaces have this blurry and flickering light, wooden tables, utensils, beads, skin, nails, clothing.

The square-inch Fu Guangyaoyao resembles the rippling waves of duckweed in a pond at noon in summer, the faint swiftness like flying stars, and the lightness and elegance like a bit of tea.

The words are done, and the mind is ready.

Quan Suhuan turned his head and looked at the world outside the window.

In the deep winter, the snow permeates the bones and the cold, and the world shrouded in white oppression is like rotten wood, and the people walking back and forth like ants are completely decomposing and tearing these buildings.

In this way, a certain abstract consciousness was passed to the female patriarch of the Quan Palace through the intuitive scenery.

A sense of destiny struck her heart, causing her to tighten the fox fur on her body unconsciously.

My dear brother, why do you want to live?

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Ning Baiyi retrieved the last jade needle on Quan Hongming's body and put it back in the needle box.

She sighed rather regrettably. If it hadn't been for Bian Que Shen Zhen that had lost a lot of essentials, she would have better relieved the evil spirits in this person.

This is a stone prison.

Vertical and horizontal chains bound the shirtless man on the bed.

His torso was thin, but his skin was as rough as a tree bark, and he looked like a master of foreign skills.

There are horrible scratches on the bed and on the wall. These messy tracks are either from trapped beasts or frenzied lunatics. Quan Hongming is neither one of these two, but also has the characteristics of both.

He is chaotic and mad, as if a vortex on the sea is wrapped under a human skin. The turbulence has shaped a closed system containing countless dark, evil, and bloody demons, allowing everyone who tries to get close to his skin. It was all shocking.

He is no longer alone.

He cannot be simply defined as a person, even if he has a human body and has everything that a person has, he is a different species.

Ning Baiyi looked at this creature who had struggled for life with pitying eyes.

After nearly a year of treatment, she has basically understood this person's condition.

Loss of soul, evil spirits into the body, physical changes.

And it seems that he has not been completely swallowed by the darkness and terror in his body.

"Play a tune for you." The girl thought of the man crying in the bamboo forest, and she had a whim, hoping to use the piano to comfort Quan Hongming's tortured soul.

Asking the maid to fetch her Aegean, Ning Baiyi placed the long qin on the round stone table and stood aside. Her waist was just at the height of the table, so it was very convenient to touch the qin with her hands.

It is still a light plucking test.

When the remnant sound dissipated, and after a complete silence, it rang suddenly and the music was loud.

The hurried and joyous tone is like a firework blooming, one after another in the distant night sky, like the colorful trees that grow in the sky blooming, more beautiful than a river of stars and brighter than the sun in the sky.

In such a grand scene, everyone who saw it was "Not Thinking of Returning."

The sound of the sassy piano reverberated, and Ning Baiyi closed his eyes, completely immersed in it.

Can you feel such joy?

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Long laugh is too tired.

The smile should not be deliberate.

Quan Hongming swallowed his last mouthful of rain.

Silent, no longer thinking.

Darkness, if you let me...

No, there is no more if.

On the heart lake like stagnant water, slowly covered with a layer of ice.

He felt himself slipping.

At this moment, music sounded in my ears.

The light pierced the cranial cavity through the corroded and festered eyelid, and Quan Hongming was suddenly startled.

Get up and open his eyes.

Large expanses of beautiful spring sunshine.

The gurgling river, the green grass, the distant mountains and forests, white clouds.

Quan Hongming watched a butterfly fall on the tip of his nose, with a strange and jerky smile on his face.

How beautiful……

Suddenly, a little girl shouted from behind him: "Brother!"

Turning around, no one.

"Brother!" The girl's voice became calm, but she still couldn't suppress her innocent joy.

It was the voice of Quan Suhuan.

Quan Hongming became anxious and shouted: "Huanhuan! Where are you?"

"Brother!" The little girl's voice became like an adult.

Where is she?

where?

The sun on the western hills fell little by little, the sky was filled with dark purple, only the sunset glow was still shining, and the flowing clouds paved the black sky, like a net, to swallow the bright ball.