Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Wind Warfare Bai smiled softly, “Beautiful is the beauty, and the singing talent is excellent, but for Brother Yun and Naming to read through the thousand sails, it is still lacking. ”

"What do they owe you, son? ”

“Soul.” Wind Warfare's eyes slightly converged.

Na Lang and Yunyang praised tomorrow: "Feng, this is a wonderful statement! ”

Namin threw a bunch of handkerchiefs on her, "Beauty has worked hard, but it's still a reward. ”

At this time, the two beautiful maids went down with the number five beauty, and Mommy went to the stage.

At the end of each of the beauties' performances, Mother Fantasy went up and said a few words and gave a screening to the next candidate. "'Thank you, gentlemen, for the reward! Next, please invite our new girl from the fireworks building, also the sixth beautiful Liu Shimin, to the stage. ”

Father Fantasia had just stepped down, and the lights had been extinguished abruptly.

“What happened?” A number of people were shocked and questioned.

At this point, the inner hall emitted a shallow glow, and then the soft light gradually lit up, but the whole field was still pitch-black.

Yun Yang's gaze was going down, but Na Lang pushed him tomorrow. "Look. ”

Yunyang corner of the light, the side of the wind battle cypress has been deeply condensed onto the stage.

In that soft light, a purple coat woman slowly walked out with a palace lamp in her hand. But it turns out that the dim light came out of the palace lamp in her hand.

The candlestick jumps into flames and the plain white lampshade gently closes.

As she stood on the stage, the lights suddenly lit up on the field, but it was never as bright as the previous floor-to-ceiling lights, only on the eaves, a small lantern lit up successively at the second floor railing.

Little lanterns, candle cores rolling with orange flames, enough vision, but falling a little dull.

Otherwise, the beauties appeared and the applause was loud. Nobody clapped. The whole scene seemed to hold their breath and hold their breath. It seemed that the tiny noise of the needle landing could also be heard.

At this point, suddenly a sound of the piano was wiped from somewhere, biased against the player. The tone of the beginning, let there be so many people in the seat who are fluent in sound, but have never heard of it.

Light, light and soft, soft and sad.

Everyone stared closely at the woman in the stage, she held the palace lamp and kept her head down. Everyone had an urge to look up at her face, but no one went out to make that noise.

When she was wondering, the woman put the palace light in her hand on the ground and raised her head slowly.

She was seen embroidered with roses on her lunar white chest, her purple skirt dragged to the hem, her sleeves curled in a tonal light veil, and her waist slanted in a light purple co-tassel. Green silk disc into a falling horse, tea beauty point green phoenix title pearl, moth brow thin sweep Qingdai.

It was the plunge that lowered the comb and swept the eyebrows.

With only two curved eyebrows and a pair of apricot eyes left to spy on, the purple silk scarf is lightly covered. With a glance of hope, the eyes were clear and clear, clearly without a hint of melancholy colour, but photographed the soul.

The sound of the violin had just begun and disappeared, but suddenly it was snowing like water.

The song is also pulsating at this moment.

The best scene of my life.

I met you.

Watching you quietly in the middle of nowhere.

Strange and familiar.

Despite the breath of the same sky,

But I can't hug you.

If you change your space-time identity and name,

I wish I recognized your eyes.

Where will you be in a thousand years?

What's the scenery?

Our stories are not beautiful.

But it's so hard to forget.

……

Too strange a word, even someone who didn't understand what the purple woman was singing, was still intoxicated by the quiet sound of the violin and the singing.

Suddenly, in the table room, who shouted, one, two... almost everyone stood up and looked at the sudden snow in the air.

In the hands of the woman in purple clothes, she slowly flew out of the snowflake, one, two pieces, not many, floating in the crystalline white of the room, dancing in the sweet stream, floating on everyone.

As if there was silver snow in the heavens and the earth.

The wind blaze tightly twisted her eyebrows, her eyes could not be removed from the woman on the stage, she sang softly, her hands spreading spell-like snowflakes, but her eyes were filled with thin but desperate sorrow. He held his hands tight, a little hectare, and from the top of his head he put it in his arms.

Second floor.

Duan Yuhuan and Xia Hou Chu came back again. Both of them had colored faces, but they saw Prince Lingrui. Xia Sang and the breeze were quietly silent. The emperor's eyes were deep and his body was still motionless.

That long, beautiful hand held on the appendix rod, seemed to be very hard, finger size was white.

The snow in front of me suddenly turned into foam.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.

Men's tall backs go away. But someone came up and grabbed him.

The man twisted his eyebrows and glanced coldly at the person, his narrow eyes flashing past intolerance.

The woman drowned her head down and couldn't see her face, but her voice trembled with joy.

“Rat, you just said you were coming to Zissou's tonight, right? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Her eyes coldly fell on her hand, and he turned around, forcing her hand to slide off his waist, dripping beside her, and the purple tassel on her dress swayed gently.

He married her for several years, but never touched her. The elders of the tribe put aside their words and said that Zisu was the daughter of the heavenly emperor, so she could not pinch the words of those with hearts.

In that case, he gave her one night!

“I'll wait for you...”

He interrupted her in silence, “No need to wait, you can settle in first, I might come sometime. ”

“It doesn't matter if you finish your business late. Zisu will hang a palace lamp at the door, and you will know that I haven't slept...”

The man glanced at the palace lamp she was putting on and smiled, "Do you carry this all the time? ”

“It's dark here.” She whispered.

Dragon King Dragon Hao gave Dragon Queen Purple Sue the darkest palace in the Mansion.

“The 10,000-foot deep sea, of course, is no brighter than the heavenly palace, and it has given way to Princess Zisu.” Dragon Hao smiled and blew his sleeve away.

Zisu held his back until it disappeared before silently lifting up the lamp on the ground and walking back to his palace.

The reaction under the stage seemed too quiet, a cold sweat, performed magic during the school holidays, sang the song as hard as possible, used David Goebbel's classic magic too, couldn't help it.

She couldn't help but look forward to the Wind Bowl, and will never see her again after tonight... Read her mind and slowly walk to Wind Bowl.

Xuan did not pay attention, by this time the eyes of the whole field had been concentrated on them, including Narang at the same table as the wind, Yunyang, Wen Rukai's father and son at the next table, and the mysterious guests on the second floor.

His eyes met, his eyes seemed to have met, his heart tightened in the wind, his hands held tight under the table. I laughed bitterly in my heart. I never thought that the first time in my life I was nervous was on such occasions.

Xuan looked at him, his handsome face blushed, her eyes bent, she reached out to him, palms empty, white crystal clear. The crowd didn't know what she was going to do. Wind and war only felt her throat dry and suddenly she reached out and hit him with a thumb.

A purple flower flew fast in her palm.

She smiled softly and handed the flowers to Wind Wars Boulder.

The wind shook the boulder and took the flowers.

The last note also ended in the muzzle, turning slowly.

I don't know who took the lead in shouting good sounds, but the sound thundered in the field.

Xuan is very impulsive to reach out and wipe the sweat... sweat, thank you Myth, thank you David.

With a slight pain in her back, she turned around and the lights in the building were all restored at that time. Countless handkerchiefs threw at her feet, she stood still, smiled slightly, and owed her a blessing, which was gratitude.

But for a moment, there are all kinds of flowers on the ground. If anyone visits, they will find that there are no more flowers left at the table! The handkerchief in front of the handkerchief is several times the sum of the top five beautiful handkerchiefs.