The Haunted - Chapter 179 Glass house

Lawrence looked at the latest news and only felt a headache. He complained to Mona: "Does these people have no long brains? What are they thinking? "Li Daitao: Ai Moer’s suspected disappearance, man-made in the news?" Dare to pretend to be Amer?"

Mona also saw the news. I have to say that the people who sorted out the news still had a lot of work. There was a video screenshot of Ai Moer’s attack on Heaven, which was announced by Xi Cuilan, and it was also called “the substitute”. The various human actions in Devil Town, including the devil's demon scams the photos and deeds of the demons in the Devil's Theatre, and the pictures of playing the piano in the Scarlet Dusk Theatre when visiting Hell...

All of this points to one thing - now that Xi Cuilan, who is going to take the Queen to Eurasia to attend the joint meeting, is not the real Emerson, but a human being from the Devil Town. The people of Xi Tinglan Wang Ting control to impersonate their Hell Lord. As for the real place where Amer’s majesty went after triumphing from heaven, no one knows.

The arguments are clear, the arguments are sufficient, and the logic is rigorous. If it is not known that it is impossible and believes that what I saw in the Scarlet Twilight Theatre is that Emerson is down to himself, Mona almost believes what is said in this report.

However, Mona and Lawrence agree that this kind of rumor that is not worth mentioning is extremely worrying and will be quickly dealt with by Xi Cuilan.

The director of Xi Cuilan’s palace has already begun to deal with this matter, but the queen of Xi Cuilan is worried about it after seeing the report.

It was not the first time that Joe Treed discovered that their Queen’s thoughts were weird. After the report, there were still a lot of demons and queens, and they believed that Amer’s majesty was human and impersonated. He has already found out where the news came from. He is going to go to the office in the palace to ask the ruler of **** how to deal with the situation. He knows from the guards that his majesty is not in the office - he goes down in the garden. The queen is squatting.

The demon manager had to shake his head and turned and left.

In the garden, he held the hand of Ye Yingzhi in a long and restless manner, sitting side by side on a gray stone: "Welcome, someone discovered your human identity and spread it out. I think those from this meeting. Suspicious people will definitely take the opportunity to attack, how do you think about it?"

Ye Yingzhi looked at his black eyes seriously and comforted him: "Don't be afraid." He likes the lover to care about himself, worrying about himself, and feeling sore and late, not wanting to see his frowning.

So he thought about it and pulled the lateness: "Auntie, go, I will take you to a place."

He recruited the court carriage, driving the black World of Warcraft's two wings, the foot of the blue-grey **** fire, driving quickly under the drive of the driver, running out of a distance and then vacated, slowly ran on the vast distant sky .

In the myths and legends, I saw that the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor’s car pulled by the dragon and the horse in the sky always felt very romantic and free. I really realized that I could find that I was sitting in a specially designed carriage that could only accommodate four people. The experience is not so wonderful.

It is the first time to experience this kind of transportation. His bones are too weak to fly, so it is inevitable that he will feel a little panic about sitting in a thin carriage and attracting gravity. In the process of lifting off, he was still tightly restrained by Ye Yingzhi. Ye Yingzhi saw that he was shrinking like a small donkey. He couldn’t help but open the bone wing and put it in.

"You are afraid of this," Ye Yingzhi's facial lines are all open, and his nose is pointed. "Then I will fly directly to you next time, afraid of not afraid?"

After a long time, the huge bone wing of Ye Ying was completely circled inside, and it was dark and could not see the outside situation, but he felt instinctively relieved. After he got down, he listened to Ye Yingzhi and said that he was angry. Sitting in the bones and surrounding him, he raised his head and gently bite his bones: "Don't toss, your fake wings are not strong, I dare not let you fly."

Ye Ying did not know how to explain to him, but also thought of the destination of their trip, had to temporarily kneel down and be depressed.

After a while, he pushed the root of his bones: "Welcome, how do you suddenly circle so tightly?"

"Well," Ye Yingzhi said with a slow, "You said it was a fake wing, and my bones were not happy."

Finally, the palace carriage slowly landed in front of a simple but exquisite blue-grey palace. Ye Yingzhi loosened his wings and let it come out, and led him into the palace together.

"Auntie, do you remember the stage play I played in Devil's Town?" Ye Yingzhi looked sideways at the late road, deep and dark, "There is a mouth in the palace of the Hell Lord." Lost Springs, you can see the world through the lost spring."

"This is true. Here is the palace, where you can see the lost springs on earth."

During the conversation, he has already led the way to the garden behind the palace.

Although it is a palace, there are not many guards and attendants in the palace like the palace. Only two guards at the main entrance have seen them respectfully. However, there are no signs of life in the palace, and it seems a bit deserted.

The garden is also empty, and it remains neat and tidy under the influence of magic. It is not as sloppy or weedy as the human garden is neglected. The most striking thing is that there is a transparent glass house in the middle of the garden, and a black grand piano is placed in the glass room.

Before the glass house, facing the left side of the piano, there is a clear ice-blue spring water - the spring water blue has no impurities, but it is so cold that it is not easy to get close.

"This is the lost spring." Ye Yingzhi took a late walk into the glass house and quietly turned back. "When I was alone, I stayed here all day and looked at you all day long."

After a short time, I stopped and didn’t realize what Ye Ying’s words meant. His gaze was attracted to the side, and there was an easel on the left rear of the piano. There were paintbrushes and various paints on the side. On the table, there were many finished paintings neatly--the late one clearly saw the top one. It was a simple sketch. The person in the painting was him. He was crying, his eyes were mourning, and he looked pitifully at the painting. It was a painting that painted his crying, but he was in the painting. It is obviously younger than it is now, like the appearance of his eight or nine years ago.

Before he came here, perhaps seven or eight years ago, someone painted his portraits when he was young.

Ying said that when he was alone, he often came here and looked at him all day long.

Lately, the ghost made the difference before the ice blue spring, and looked at the spring outside on the thin glass wall. The glass reflected his illusion, and through the spring, he clearly saw a group. Beige curtains and bedding and semi-circular bedside lamps - a familiar way of being placed, it is a long time for him, he and his home in the world.

Legend has it that through the lost springs, you can see the world that you most want to see. Undoubtedly, the most memorable thing in the world today is the home of two people.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" Ye Yingzhi stood behind him and looked at him, calmly speaking.

"of course I remember."

At that time, he was still studying, because no family can rely on it. Although the school’s scholarship is enough for him to successfully complete his studies, he still uses his spare time to do some part-time work on and off campus to earn living expenses. One of them is A coffee shop outside the school is a barista.

One day, he got off work at eleven o'clock in the evening. When he got back to school on the road, he met a comatose man in the alley. The man's right shoulder was injured. He closed his eyes and quietly leaned against the wall on one side, showing a large piece under the streetlight. The shadow of the ink. Lately and rationally, I understood that I should call the police at this time, but he looked at the man's face. At that moment, the ghost moved the man back to the coffee shop, and the other side of the store made a wound treatment. The man didn't wake up, he couldn't worry, he fell asleep at the coffee shop that night, and he woke up the next morning and the man was gone.

A week later, the man appeared again in front of him and told him that he was Ye Yingzhi.

That was the first encounter between him and Ye Yingzhi in the late memory. Later, he also asked why the other party was injured and stunned that day. Ye Yingzhi always explained that he had met the enemy. He was late to know that Ye Yingzhi had some heads and no doubts.

But now Ye Yingzhi tells him another story: "Forgot when I started, I like to sit here and watch you through the lost spring. I just looked at you at first, but gradually became more and more unsatisfied. I want to go to the world to find you, I want you to know me, I want to participate in your life, I want to accompany you to finish this life and then bring you to **** to accompany me. But I have been determined, I am afraid that the identity of the devil will scare you, I am afraid that you will be afraid of me, so I secretly prepared myself a human identity and prepared to appear in front of you at the right time."

"But I still lack a bit of courage. I never dare to go to you. Until one day, because of the third heaven and **** battle, the angels and the rebellious devils who hated the **** organized an assassination. They sneaked here, but Of course, the two devils tried to use the lost springs to escape. The lost springs are actually the existence of time and space misplaced to connect the **** of the world. They have been locked in your position in the world. I am afraid that they will escape and hurt you, and they are worried about using harm. Too strong spells ruined the lost springs, and when they stopped, they were hurt by them and fell into the world."

"When you saw me, I was actually not in a coma, but I still didn't think about how to face you, so I had to pretend to be in a coma, and I sneaked away after you fell asleep. But I really met you and got in touch. After living, you are not satisfied with this kind of day that you can only look at you through the lost spring, so it is not long before I make up my mind to use the already prepared human identity to see you."

Ye Yingzhi was close behind him, gently gripping his waist from the back, pushing him against the transparent glass, grabbing his left hand with his left hand, and fingers crossed. The glass faintly reflects the phantom of two people, Ye Yingzhi leaned over the late ear, whispered: "Auntie, I am the **** devil Aimer, always."

The ruler of Hell opened his wings, and the continuous kisses one after another fell gently on the neck and shoulders of the lover.

He closed his eyes in an uncomfortable manner, his nose slightly wrinkled, and a small whisper.

......

He yawned late, rubbed his nose, slowly opened his eyes and held his arm and sat up on the carpet.

He looked around for a while, he was still in the glass house, the sky was completely dark, and the bright and bright moonlight was projected from the transparent glass zenith, reflected in the person sitting in front of the piano, and spent for him. A layer of light makes the man look like a demon from the abyss of hell. It is like an angel without a break into hell. His fingers touched the keys, but he did not dare to make a sound, his face was quiet, his mouth curled up softly, and he seemed to think of something gentle.

Consciousness gradually came back, and he was late to think about what the man had said to him before he fell asleep. Unfortunately, at that time, he had not had time to react, and he fell into Ye Wenzhi’s warmth trap, and he could not break away.

Hey, he thought with annoyance, it really was a stun.