124. Love (1)

Style: Fantasy Author: The prosperous Tang Dynasty has no nightWords: 2592Update Time: 24/01/18 14:57:44
I'm sorry, Pei Xiaoya thought to herself.

The figure is hidden in the dark and is difficult to detect.

She needs the Li house to be in chaos and needs someone to attract attention, and these two are the best candidates.

The fire spread rapidly under the influence of the oil, getting bigger and bigger.

Many servants of Li's house rushed over to put out the fire. They were surprised when they saw the two people having an affair.

Attention has long been focused here.

Pei Xiaoya turned around and left, passing through several turnstiles that she was very familiar with and had visited many times. The journey was uneventful.

The two servants at the front door did not move, but the people at the back door had already gone to watch the fun because they heard about the affair.

She slipped out the back door.

This is the first time I left Li's house in eight years.

The tall house gradually disappeared from her sight.

She watched the scenery around her gradually change.

Because he looked like a street kid, no one could identify him carefully.

She walked to the entrance of the town.

Seeing the trees in the jungle, they still made her feel tall despite the dark night.

This is not what the trees in the yard can look like.

The starry night is lonely.

For a moment, she felt that the extremely dark sky was extremely beautiful.

Pei Xiaoya knew it wasn't because of how beautiful the starry night was.

It was her heart that was different.

She was freed from the tall compound that bound her.

Get rid of the worry-free life in the eyes of most people.

You are being stupid.

But she was so happy.

She felt so happy in her heart that she had never felt before. She breathed in the air and felt that her heart was pounding, as if she was about to jump out of her chest.

This step was finally her own decision.

No one can arrange her life.

She had anticipated all the possible hardships she would encounter after stepping out of that house.

Even if she ends up living on the street, starving to death, or having an accident.

All admitted.

This step I took was a relief I had never felt before.

Her eyes flashed, and suddenly a dark black light appeared.

Pei Xiaoya, no, it's Pei Xihe.

The consciousness belonging to twelve- or thirteen-year-old Pei Xiaoya originally belonged to sixteen-year-old Pei Xihe.

Her memory was erased and she was trapped in this incomparable illusion.

This was the biggest fear in her heart.

She had assumed countless times that if there were no immortals looking for disciples back then, or she had no spiritual roots.

What would she have been like if she hadn't seized that chance?

If she blindly obeys others to dictate her own destiny in this illusion.

Pei Xihe has completely lost his enterprising spirit.

She was confused in this dream, and she could only imagine what would happen next.

He was ruined by that stupid son of Mr. Li's family, and then ended up in that big house for the rest of his life.

Will the real Pei Xihe be willing?

Are you willing to live such a life?

of course not.

So she will start to deny herself and doubt herself.

By succumbing to this so-called fate, Pei Xihe's path as a monk has truly come to an end.

The illusion around him is shattering.

Her figure began to recover. For a sixteen-year-old girl, her color was extremely beautiful.

Pei Xihe completely got rid of the nightmare in his heart.

No matter when or where she is, she will not succumb to anything, and she will get rid of all the prisons that bind her.

Because of this, Pei Xihe's desire to seek the truth suddenly became stronger than ever.

Her telekinesis was skyrocketing.

Youtong's unique black thought power was so strong that it turned into black butterflies flying gracefully.

Youtong Taoism entered the realm of perfection in an instant.

But it seems it hasn't stopped yet.

The illusion around him shattered like a glass mirror.

What emerged was not a real thing, but a burst of bright light.

A familiar feeling of dizziness came over her, and she fell into coma again.

"girl."

Pei Xihe just came back to his senses and realized that he seemed to be dressing up.

The maid in pink clothes beside her called her softly.

Pei Xihe lowered his eyes.

What does this mean?

Her memory was not erased like in the previous fantasy.

Pei Xihe clearly remembered everything that belonged to him.

Her face was clearly reflected in the bronze mirror.

The green hair is like a waterfall, and the lips are smeared with lipstick. The burning color has a hint of the flawless clarity of green lotus water.

It's her own face.

So what is going to happen?

Suddenly, a wave of memories flooded into her mind.

An emotion she had never felt before came over her.

What is love?

Is it possession? Is it a fulfillment?

Is it dedication or dedication?

Is it madness or demanding?

Pei Xihe had never experienced the emotions surging in his chest at this moment.

She slumped onto the dressing table in front of her.

The maid next to her was so frightened that her face turned pale.

"Miss."

Pei Xihe breathed heavily.

"You get out first!"

The little maid had never heard her own girl speak like this. She froze on the spot, but her worry outweighed her fear.

Pei Xihe felt a little relieved.

She closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes were watery and red.

she cried.

"girl?"

The little maid's voice sounded like she was crying.

"What's wrong with you? Are you angry? I'm going to find the general and ask for a doctor in Ouchi."

Pei Xihe suppressed the overwhelming emotions in his heart.

"Ice Lake, don't go, I'm much better."

The little girl's eyes were red, and she looked at her daughter with great worry, but she still obeyed.

Pei Xihe opened his eyes with tears falling.

"Girl, you are crying now."

Binghu stomped his feet gently, anxiously.

Pei Xihe shook his head.

"I'm fine, please retreat first. Don't tell father about this."

The little maid couldn't defeat her girl in every possible way, and finally left the room with red eyes.

Pei Xihe felt quiet around him, and then looked at himself in the mirror.

His eyes were red from crying just now.

An emotion she had never experienced before.

Love and hate it.

She felt this emotion for the first time.

Love someone.

Pei Xihe has never felt this kind of love at the age of sixteen.

So this fantasy is to make her feel the so-called love and then break down her psychological defense?

The memories that appeared in his mind did not belong to Pei Xihe.

The surging depression and struggle in her chest made her still a little out of breath.

Such a powerful illusion.

It was as if these emotions were not forced in, but came from her own heart.

This memory and extremely strong emotions belong to this identity today.

Mu Yuexi.

She is the only daughter of General Shenwei, and she was born into a noble family.

It is not an exaggeration to say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

She has a distinguished family background, talent, appearance, and character.

But she encountered her biggest setback.

The son of the first assistant family.

Li Shaoyan.

They are clearly a couple who know each other, love and cherish each other.

The two families have exchanged tokens and made a marriage contract.

But now it caused Pei Xihe, who was infected with Mu Yuexi's emotions, to cry uncontrollably.

How did it end up where it is now?

Pei Xihe wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Her eyes were red, but she held on tightly.

Look in the mirror.

"Because he's a bitch."