Lose My Heart to the Lovely Kitten Princess

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Cheng Xiaoxiao was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. This was probably the first time she could be so awake in bed after coming to Lubian Inn.

The glazed lamp has gone out, but the lampshade is still spinning in mid-air.

There is moonlight shining on the lampshade through the window, which can actually reflect a different light.

It's just that the colorful light is relatively dim and won't work in a dimly lit room.

It was another tumbling, and Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't help it.

She lifted the quilt, got up from the bed, and walked to the table and sat down with the moonlight.

In fact, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't know what she wanted to do when she got up. She was bored just lying there, so she remembered to find something to do.

In the middle of the night, if you really want to ask Cheng Xiaoxiao what fun he can have, it's true that Cheng Xiaoxiao doesn't know.

Sit for a while, it may be more calm in your heart.

A few minutes later, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was sitting at the table like an old monk, gave up.

She sighed faintly, determined to pour a cup of tea and drink a few sips.

Drink some water and some herbal tea to calm your mind.

After a cup of tea was over, Cheng Xiaoxiao, who became more irritable, began to circle the table.

The look of her restlessness was so irritating, even the dark eyes on the beams of the room could see that she was impatient, and this would shake her wings with Cheng Xiaoxiao's movements.

The confused Cheng Xiaoxiao didn't notice this at all. She was now full of the scene where Chu Yunshen was holding Ying Jingjing.

And this scene will automatically come back when she tries to divert her attention, and then it will be played repeatedly in front of her, a single segment looping.

SpongeBob is the sound of brain-piercing magic, and Cheng Xiaoxiao is the scene of brain-piercing.

what!Let the cold night wind take away my pain, take away my tears!

Walking quickly to the window, Cheng Xiaoxiao slammed the window abruptly and took a deep breath out of the window with his arms open and his hands open.

"Ahem."

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who was handsome for only three seconds, panted violently, and almost coughed so that her tonsils came out, and she was able to hold her breath under the flow of tears.

Cheng Xiaoxiao had to cough and squeeze a little bit, lest the voice be too loud would make Zhu Rong outside.

After all, Zhu Rong is so alert, who knows if Cheng Xiaoxiao's movements will affect her rest.

The desert at night was extremely cold, and a layer of white mist actually rose from the ground outside.

When the wind hits, they wrap up the mist, drag it into the air a little bit and then spread it one by one.

Cheng Xiaoxiao was choked by the misty wind just now. She only felt that her throat was still hot and sore, it was like drinking chili water, pungent and uncomfortable.

This is not the wind, but the haze of Beijing in the middle of winter.It is the kind that has accumulated for several days and will not spread for a long time.

There was another burst of coughing and sneezing, and Cheng Xiaoxiao, the person involved, regretted now.

If she had known this, she was not so irritable. She had to learn from the heroines in other TV series, movies and music videos, opened the window, faced the moonlight, and took a deep breath to tell us that the weather today is really clear.

Too idol group, Cheng Xiaoxiao is not suitable at all.

She is a strong faction, and she has to be more pragmatic, how can she always do these fancy things.

Her throat was still faintly swollen, and Cheng Xiaoxiao desperately stopped this itchy throat, slowed her breathing as much as possible, and then closed the window obediently.

What kind of shit-relaxing method is this? It didn't stretch anything, but it caused the throat to sway like a windshield wiper.

But the crooked moon is quite bright.

Cheng Xiaoxiao, who had successfully tossed herself with cold hands and feet after closing the window, returned to the warm bed again.

Anyway, unable to sleep, Cheng Xiaoxiao simply recalled the strange smog just now.

In fact, compared to the haze, the moon is abnormal.

The moon at the end of the month will indeed be shaped like a hook, but this glossiness is confusing.

Doesn’t it mean that the moon of fifteen and sixteen is the largest, roundest and brightest?What happened to the one who just hung outside the window?

Don't tell Cheng Xiaoxiao that there is no difference between the two, there is no comparison.

Cheng Xiaoxiao still has common sense, but she is a thoughtful adult who is easy to cut.Even if there is no comparability between the moon and the moon, then her analysis from a scientific point of view is not right.

There was smog outside the window just now, right, the kind that can't even blow away the wind.

Under the smog, Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn't really see the outside scene, just like covering his eyes with a layer of veil.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible to see the moon truly.

Let’s not say that Cheng Xiaoxiao just got the moonlight in the room without opening the window. She opened the window and saw nothing but the smog, but the moon was like a searchlight, which was so bright.

I'm afraid it's not a new fantasy world, but I'm still shooting in the studio.

Isn’t that the case in the studio?Those lighting lamps make your eyes hurt, and there are black curtains everywhere else.

Maybe that's the case. The filming is now outside, and the director will come in and call for people to clear the scene later.

Cheng Xiaoxiao's thoughts gradually diverged, and the quilt on the bed was pushed aside indiscriminately. Before she could cover herself, she closed her eyes with heavy eyelids.

Cheng Xiaoxiao felt that she was dreaming again.Xuanshu Literature Network www.xuanwx.com

In the dream, there was smoke and fire.Everyone was fleeing, and the flow of people everywhere was blocked on the stairs and couldn't be dispersed.

You line up well, don't be crowded together like this!

Cheng Xiaoxiao desperately tried to remind those people, but found that she couldn't make a sound anyway.

People are not only on the stairs, but also everywhere else.

These people are guests in the lobby on the first floor, as well as inn staff in all uniforms.

Cheng Xiaoxiao even saw the puppet.

The clothes of the dolls were all burned, naked and burning in the flames, and the silk threads from the joints burst one by one.The fire was blazing, and large swaths of their skin were swallowed by the tongue of fire, making a crackling sound.

There seemed to be a dense cluster of small insects escaping from their bodies, but before they could fly away, they were swallowed by the flames.

There were even several puppets whose faces were scorched black, and the dark and dull eyeballs were teetering in their eye sockets, which would reflect the flames of their popularity.

Cheng Xiaoxiao also saw a completely charred body.

I don't know if it is a puppet or a real person, maybe it can't be called a corpse.Because his mouth is still closed, his lips have turned into coke.

Only the white teeth quivered slightly, making them extremely crooked.

A tongue of fire struck again, and the corpse's throat made a screaming scream, the sound was extremely sharp, like the scream of some sharp weapon colliding with each other.

It is also like a kind of whistle, specially customized, sharp and sobering.

Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed to have heard it from somewhere, but she couldn't remember exactly where it was.

Her memory is no longer good, and many things are piled up chaotically, like countless transparent balls of light floating in her mind. Cheng Xiaoxiao doesn't know which one to call.

No, although the memories are messed up, Cheng Xiaoxiao heard it.

It's not that the corpse's cry is like a whistle, but someone is actually blowing the whistle, and there is more than one whistle.

One of the short and rapid whistle sounds, Cheng Xiaoxiao, has indeed heard. Now this one is more like a flute sound. Cheng Xiaoxiao seems to be impressed, but it seems to be different from the voice she had in mind.

Man in black?!

Between the lightning and flint, Cheng Xiaoxiao seemed to be struck by lightning.

She knows where it looks like.

The people in black they met on the day they first entered the Desert of Returning the Yang also had the same voice when they summoned the poisonous snake.

It was not the same. Their voice sounded jerky and harsh, far less melodious and smooth than the voice Cheng Xiaoxiao heard now.

Now the whistle sound is more like a tune, long and long, tender and affectionate.

It was not until later that Cheng Xiaoxiao got the score that she knew that the song she was now praised had a very sullen name: "Jiuyin Broken Soul".

If it is played well, when the song is played, the listener will cry when he hears it. It can not only decay the vegetation, but also attract various poisons. It is the most deadly homicide.

Obviously, the player's skill is not enough, but the current Cheng Xiaoxiao is still sad looking at the poison on the ground outside the ruins and beginning to worry.

She didn't know why she started to think of all kinds of sad things frequently, or why the fire ushered in so many poisons.

If it's just a poisonous snake, it doesn't matter, all centipedes and scorpions are here.There are many others that Cheng Xiaoxiao can't name, anyway, they are all black body, hard and cold carapace, cold spikes and fangs.

The people who finally escaped to the inn lobby were covered with these poisons before they even reached the exit. They were stinged, foaming at the mouth, rolling their eyes, turning purple and black, and fell to the ground.

Seeing such a scene, more people began to scream frantically, with the voices of men and women.Cries, whistles, and the sound of fire burning down the beams.

Cheng Xiaoxiao even smelled the burnt smell, mixed with a mushy smell of meat, and a sour smell.

It was the smell of those people who were killed by the poison, and there was also a fishy smell. Some people in the crowd had been scared to incontinence.

The scene was chaotic, and various scents and pictures followed one after another, and Cheng Xiaoxiao could not breathe.

This kind of dream is too real, so real that Cheng Xiaoxiao almost believes it.

Why do you have this kind of dream, it is better to let her dream of Ying Jingjing, so she is only a little tired at any rate, and it is not like this scene.

Cheng Xiaoxiao felt infinitely sad, she was in pain now, she just wanted to wake up from this dream quickly, but she didn't know how to escape.

"Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao."

It seems someone is calling me.

Cheng Xiaoxiao distracted a little, wanted to listen more carefully, but was always interfered by these terrifying voices in the inn.

After repeated attempts several times, she still couldn't hear the voice clearly.

Feeling helpless, she thought of a way that was not a good way.

In front of him was the hall where only the wreckage of the inn was left. Cheng Xiaoxiao slowly closed his eyes, intending to judge where the disappearing call came from only by voice.

"Xiaoxiao..."

Cheng Xiaoxiao heard it, not far in front of her.

But who is the person calling her?This voice is so familiar, but no matter what she thinks, she just can't remember it.

This damn head melon seed, can you take it off and wash it before you go home?

Isn't it possible to be more clear-headed, and the name will not be able to blur it out.

It's so uncomfortable, this feeling.

I couldn't say it, but Cheng Xiaoxiao's heart was itchy.