Douluo: Fairy Music Piaopiao

Unzen met Nightmare on the first night he stayed at the Rose Hotel.

In the dream, it was the scene she had dreamed of five years ago, a sky full of red petals, warm and poignant, with a strong love that the person in the dream didn't know.

However, this time Ye Jue's demon-suppressing sword penetrated her chest, and it didn't hurt at all. But what shocked and strangely surprised Yunxian was that Ye Jue's dark golden eyes were gradually replaced by deep purple, as if they were forming an endless abyss.

"Xiao Jue..." In the dream, her body trembled slightly, and she called out his name even though she didn't open her mouth. As if he heard it, Ye Jue's eyes moved from the hilt of the sword to Yun Xian's face, full of disbelief that he could not hide.

Before Yunxian could react, the scene had turned, and he saw an extremely handsome man beside him, and she was lying in his arms. Surrounded by boundless white snow, dots of fallen plum blossoms lay in the snow, creating a sad and beautiful scene.

The appearance was obviously different, but the aura she sensed told her that this was Tang San. Different from before, he looked sad, with deep despair in his eyes and tears on his face.

Yun Xian blinked and wanted to speak but was unable to speak. His body was weak and weak. Looking down, he found that he was covered in blood and was losing heat.

It turned out that the plum blossoms in the snow were not plum blossoms at all, but her blood.

She couldn't hear what Tang San said, she could only see his movements. Tang San gently put Yun Xian down, stood up, and looked up somewhere. Yunxian then looked around, his pupils narrowed slightly, Xiaojue!

Yunxian couldn't hear the conversation between the two. There was no sound in her ears. It was as silent as the punishment she suffered in the Listening Valley when she failed to complete the task assigned by Father God. The more she wanted to hear the sound, the more she heard. The less you hear it.

Tingyin Valley was specially arranged by Father God, and it is also a place that Yun Xian extremely dislikes. It's so quiet inside, so quiet that it feels like you're the only one in the world. There's no life, only loneliness.

The two started fighting. That "Night Lord" was even more crazy, making every move without hesitation, trying to take Tang San's life directly.

Yun Xian gritted his teeth and tried to sit up. He spent a long time but it was in vain.

Just when she felt that she was getting colder and colder and was about to lose her vitality, she woke up from the dream.

Yun Xian suddenly opened his eyes and saw darkness. It was still dark, still late at night, but she was no longer sleepy. When Yun Xian groped for the white silk on the bedside table and tied it to himself, he realized that his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Yun Xian gently got out of bed and walked to the window softly.

The gentle evening breeze blew her long, disheveled hair, and the scent of roses lingered on her nose for a long time, enveloping her in the gentle wind, which was warm and irresistible.

The unreality brought about by the dream just now was all blown away; the sultry heat of summer was also blown away by the evening breeze. My chest feels tight, but I don't know why.

She seemed to know why he liked red roses. Because red roses represent loyalty, sincerity, and unreserved sincerity. Like him, he never mince words when expressing his inner likes and dislikes. However, Yunxian lowered her head silently, she still didn't like such a strong smell.

Ye Jue used to pick the brightest rose from his garden every day and sneak into her study under the morning light, take away the overnight rose and replace it with a newly picked rose.

No matter what, she will make the truth of that year public and restore his innocence.

While Yun Xian was deep in thought, a coat was quietly placed on her shoulders. Almost instantly, Yun Xian's nose was filled with Tang San's scent.

"Tang San?" Yunxian asked, tilting his head slightly, trying to get an answer. He didn't notice that the annoyance in his heart was dissipating little by little.

The young man is in the stage of voice change. His voice is a bit low and hoarse, not necessarily pleasant, but has a touch of elegance: "It's me. Why are you still up so late? Still wearing so few clothes."

Only then did Yun Xian feel a little cold. He gathered his clothes and answered, "I couldn't sleep, so I just wanted to wake up. What about you?"

Tang San pursed his lips and smiled silently, "I'm not sleeping, I'm practicing, I just finished." He woke up just as Yun Xian stood up.

There was silence all around. There was no conversation, but it seemed particularly harmonious. Tang San was the first to break the silence: "Immortal...likes roses very much?"

There was a slight trembling at the end of the voice. I don't know if I was afraid of something or hesitating. Yunxian was also stunned and didn't understand why he asked.

Seeing her confusion, Tang San said, "Immortals seem to have a special affection for roses. They obviously don't like the taste of roses, but they still force themselves to accept them." Hit the nail on the head.

Yun Xian's fingers on the window lattice were slightly bent, but he didn't speak. Even Tang San could see it, why didn't he, who had been with her for seventy thousand years, not notice it at all? Did she hide it too well before, or is she no longer willing to hide it now?

"actually……"

"I don't want to like it, but I have to pretend to like it." Yunxian interrupted Tang San when he started to speak, "My younger brother in the family likes roses very much, and I don't want to offend him." If he refused, Ye Jue would open his eyes. The watery eyes looking at you make you feel guilty.

It seemed like this, every time Ye Jue held the rose and looked at him earnestly, Yun Xian did not refuse him cruelly.

Tang San's breath froze when he heard this unclear reason. He naturally knew the flower language of roses, and it was also because of this that he was shocked.

They are siblings.

Tang San suppressed the shock in his heart, "Xianxian's younger brother must be very strong."

Yun Xian forced a smile: "It is very strong, but also very weak." After that, there was no further explanation.

Tang San knew that if Yunxian didn't want to say anything, he wouldn't say anything at all. He exhaled quietly and looked up at the sky. There was no moon tonight, and the stars in the sky shimmered in the dark blue sky, like countless rhinestones randomly scattered on the blue screen.

The whole city was asleep, but two people were sleepless.

In the dim light of the morning, Tang San turned sideways and looked at the girl beside him. A strip of white silk covered his bright eyes, which made people feel heartbroken.

"Xianxian, it's dawn."

The belief to become stronger grows in my heart.

Only by becoming stronger can you be qualified to be with her and stand side by side with her.