Love Code at the End of the World

The ghost prince's hand slightly slammed, looked down at the queen, lifted her hand and gently caressed her back, but the action still did not make the queen happy.

On this quiet morning, I only heard the queen's long sigh. I'm sure any parent can't help but feel sorry for not being able to get into their child's heart.

She is truly a gentle woman, there is no question about that.

She slowly let go of the Ghost Prince, grabbed his wrist gently, looked up at him with sadness: “Don't punish yourself in this way, you have already paid the price, and now the North Star is here...” The Ghost Prince's hand once again, under his mask is a quieter breath, the Queen looked at him with a gentle sigh and caressed his forehead with a pale hair, “Now that she is here, your father's war against Silver Moon City will soon begin, I hope that you can stay with me when your father attacked Silver Moon City...” The Queen held the Ghost Prince's hand and looked at him with a little plea, "Stay with me, child. ”

However, the Ghost Prince still looked quietly at the ground, as if he had lost consciousness, as if he had left the shell again and returned to the ghost underworld.

“Hey...” the queen dropped her face lonely, another heartbroken mourning, slowly let go of the wrist of the ghost prince, turned away alone, a faint beam of morning light trimmed her back like a line, making her figure extra thin, silky atmosphere wrapped around the poor mother.

The deer surrounded the ghost prince again, and the ghost prince slowly returned to God and took out the fruit to feed the deer again. Only the deer eat the fruit in the quiet morning with a slight "clicking” sound.

Prince Ghost stood there quietly, as if that body were just a body to which he was attached, like the body of their robot, Dredging and Zongben.

I walked out gently, his hands slightly paused, and he started to stand quietly like a wooden carving.

I circled around the deer, and I walked behind him, and there was a bench, and I sat down, and a little white rabbit jumped over, and I hugged him, and I fell down and I laughed at him.

It grows like a snowball, unfortunately I left it in Silver Moon City. I love snowballs, but she's from the star river that I hate the most, and now she's supposed to be with the little robot in the room, and that little robot who's a little obsessive-compulsive loves snowballs, and it takes good care of them.

In the quiet morning, I sat in the bench, and the ghost prince stood quietly in front of me. The deer seemed unable to wait for him to feed them and probed into the barrel in his hand to carry their own fruit.

As I stroked the little white rabbit, I looked up at his back in the morning light, this back shadow with a distant sense of familiarity, like me, he stood on the far side of the river I remember, rarely visible, but hidden.

Suddenly, the morning in Love City with Starling River appeared in my mind, he walked into the waterfall of the tall building, took off his shirt and let the clear water drip all over his body, his shiny black hair laying on his back in the water, that brilliant giant flower on the other side under his dark hair, if hidden, the alien demon.

It was a picture that could be engraved in your heart, and it was hard to imagine that Starling and I would have had three days, and if he hadn't turned Harry into a water ghost because of envy, those three days would have been a good memory in my head.

“Have we... met before?” I pulled away from that fresh water tremor, the demonic image of Manjusa, looking at this black, slim shadow in front of me, his braids white, like a gradually drying silk.

He shook his head quietly and began to feed the little deer fruit.

This embarrasses me a little, and I feel like I'm trying to talk to him. Fortunately, he didn't turn around and did his thing quietly, which also made my embarrassment concealable.

I continued to look at him quietly, and the little rabbit in my arms fell asleep in my touch.

I leaned back relaxed against my long coat and looked up at the hidden sky: “Are you sure you can't talk? Still don't like to talk...” I feel like I'm talking to him on my own.

But I could only find clues from the conversation, and he didn't say a word, which really upset me.

He still hasn't spoken.

I closed my eyes slowly: “Okay... then don't make any more noise, I want to sleep for a while... next... war is about to begin..." Such a quiet and beautiful morning, clear morning light, fresh floral scent, rare gardens of the last generation make me really want to enjoy this rare relaxation.

I finally understood the phrase: I stole it for half a day...

I really fell asleep, at least I felt I should have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I had a long coat on me and it was on him...

He is no longer in the garden, with trimmed rose branches, little white rabbits and deer crawling quietly by my chair, as if enjoying the warm and beautiful sun.

Everything here, no, this garden really doesn't seem like it belongs in this world, like I'm in another dimension, or they're smuggling gardens from another world.

I grabbed this linen coat in my hand and slowly picked it up suspiciously, sniffing close to the tip of my nose, with a hint of roses on it.

Suddenly, I feel ridiculous and stupid. I can't even smell my magic. What can I smell?

And I'm really like some idiot girl obsessed with a ghost prince right now.

“Well, you're not obsessed with our prince, are you?” All of a sudden, Phoenix's laughing voice came, and my movements were stiff, and I was misled.

Phoenix sat beside me with her green chest and skirt as long as her hair. She was always dressed so cool, like going to the beach to prepare for sunbathing.

Her one-handed face leaned against the back of the chair, her legs stacked over the underwear of the white lace and pink bow that the skirt couldn't hide: “I can't tell, your taste turns out to be like this, I liked it ~ ~ boring ~” She glanced at me, biting her lips like she knew something amazing.

I'm a soldier in 100 wars! So I took good control of my blush.

I slowly took my clothes to Phoenix: “Smell them. ”

“Cut, who wants to smell, I'm not obsessed with princes.” Phoenix pushed me back in disgust.

“I am smelling people...” I calmly look at Phoenix. Phoenix looks at me like a pervert. Her bright green hair is light in the wind. She looks at me with amusement: “If she is fascinated, find a reason for herself. Besides, we ghost princes may be very handsome. ~ ~” Phoenix's one-handed blush hopefully lost her eyes. “The Great Ghost King is so mighty, the Queen is so gentle, the Ghost Prince won't be bad. ~" Phoenix picked my eyebrows straight and the light in her green eyes kept flashing.