Darkness is also a canvas. On the black canvas, colors flow. Meiyue's eyes cannot capture anything, but "brightness" is a feeling, and she feels the bright figure.

"Miyue, how did I treat you over the years?" There is a sound in the painting.

All colors are alive, colorful and colorful, as if they really have such a beautiful destiny, and are about to outline for you.

The four walls of the grotto are empty at this time, with only the claws of barren bears.

In this thick darkness, there are only red skirts and snowy skin.

Meiyue felt the bright moon in Rakshasa and clear eyes passing by him.

Like a brush, slowly passing through the skin.

A long striking sound even stings.

The tip of the pen is like a knife.

"The owner treated me with his personal teachings and entrusted me with great responsibilities. He taught me the secret of the great way, and asked me to see the blue sky." Meiyue's eyes were sincere and her voice was pious: "If there was no owner, I would be nothing but dust in the sea of ​​people. If there was no owner, the world would be

How can I get the moon?"

In this confused situation, sound is a dialogue of color.

Blue represents melancholy, and red is the color of passion. At this moment... it is a smear.

Gray voice: "Since I give you so much, why do you treat me like this?"

The moon bowed down, and the whole person was stuck to the ground, and could smell the faint fragrance of the tidal soil and a stinky odor. All the smell was meager, because it was the world of color at this moment.

The bright moon of Rakshasa can erase everything at any time, including this cave and this mountain. Her sense of smell, her hearing, and her feelings are too insignificant.

"Meiyue's work is not good, please give me death." Meiyue's forehead touched the ground, her eyes looked at the soil, and she showed a posture of waiting to be slaughtered.

"A rabbit will bite people when it is anxious. Even if it is slaughtered, the pig will resist. If you are lying here and waiting to die, it means you don't think you will die." The grayish color is getting darker: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

The voice of Meiyue sprouted in the soil, growing humbly and tenaciously like moss: "What is Meiyue! Crush an ant and break a dead branch, but that's it. The poster may be reluctant to leave, how dare you not?

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Ash is the silence of human hearts, so the voice is not turbulent: "I give you too many opportunities, and those opportunities are indeed not easy to give up."

"I suspect that Li Guo does not have the sincerity to cooperate." Mei Yue analyzed seriously: "This time in Xueyuan, because Liu Yanzhao didn't know the truth or the false, we..."

The sounds behind her were swallowed by colors.

Among the gray, there is a black color: "Things are successful, and things are not successful, and I don't want to listen to the summary of failure."

The explanations dedicated to the Rakshasa bright moon are naturally better than those said to Ye Lan'er, because the focus of the communication with Ye Lan'er is not on explanation.

Meiyue also made more detailed and comprehensive preparations. But even the masters of the sectarians could not convince someone who refused to communicate.

Perhaps Pang Min is exceptional. His [Tortoise is alive] was born to deal with this situation.

But Meiyue is not Pang Min who is in the world.

She didn't have [Tortoise longevity] in her hands.

She had only a swaying life and this insignificant life.

She said nothing, but just put her forehead on the ground: "If you can't relieve your hatred, please give Memo to die. If Memo still has some points available, please give me a chance to make me punish my sins."

A few strands of black spreading in the gray faded away, and they changed to blood and spread again.

The blood embedded in the gray has a particularly bright feeling. "Tell me about you and Jiang Wang - do you like him?"

The combination of colors in the sound may express the pure and complex mood of the Rakshasa moon. Therefore, in addition to the silence and coldness, there is a vague sense of cruel vitality.

Meiyue rested piously on the ground, as if she was in endless darkness, revealing her heart naked. Her heart roared: "I like it very much."

The heavier the gray, the darker the blood: "Does he like you?"

"Maybe I've been moved by myself," said Mei Yue.

"It's hard for anyone in the world to be unhappy with you." The color outlines the sound.

Meiyue never looked up: "I am confident in this too."

The gray part seemed like a Dead Sea, and the blood was like the lips gathering in the center of the Dead Sea: "How did it become like this today? Not only did he fail to become the help of the Three-Pin Fragrance Tower...but he blocked my way."

"Because the heartbeat has become the past, and the regrets of the past have become sore marks. People who should only exist in memories will inevitably be disgusting when they come to their eyes with a risk of walking."

Meiyue's voice was bitter, but every word was clear, like a sober knife cut, in Lingchi himself: "Because of Li Guofang's negligence, I ran into Jiang An'an. This unexpected contact was regarded as ulterior motives... He has already

I can't tolerate my ignorance."

This emotion is so real that it is fully visible in the world of color.

The gray then surged: "What did you talk about in your dreams?"

"Draw a clear line, warn, and expel." Meiyue tried her best to suppress her emotions: "He is a person who values ​​feelings, so he won't really do anything to me, but that's all. The old nostalgia, here's it

One step is the limit.”

The orange is like a swimming fish jumping in the gray sea, accompanied by the blood: "Is the person he likes Ye Qingyu?"

Meiyue's eyes were always facing the soil, fresh, damp and sour: "Whether I face it or I don't want to face it, this is the choice he made."

"I don't know where you lost." Gray, blood, and orange were suddenly confused, and the strong color conflicts depicted an ending that cannot be hidden.

The sound of the bright moon in Rakshasa was bright, like a sword crossing its neck: "You have been to the battlefield of the demon world. You can also give it to you. You have done everything Ye Qingyu did for him. Ye Qingyu did not do it.

You have done what he has done for him.”

In the cave, it was quiet for a moment.

It took a long time, as if there was only the sound of the wind.
Chapter completed!