Chapter 3 Chapter Two

She lived in Gaotang Temple for five years. Gaotang Temple is located on the north side of Yingdu City, and there is a small courtyard leaning against the northern part of the city wall.Ordinary people would not pay attention to this place when they walked by the yard.The gate is always closed, except for a small door in the corner that is tied with a leather strap, and people occasionally come in and out.Enter through that small door, turn a few turns in the alley, and the main house enshrines unknown gods.The backyard is a strange and abrupt tower. People passing through the alley can look up and see the dark top of the tower and one or two birds.The tower was extremely sharp and narrow, with no windows visible, and it didn't look like it was alive.

Occasionally, people who know it will say that this is actually the real estate of the royal family.There are many other palaces and other gardens in the Wang family. Such an inconspicuous little place has been in disrepair for a long time, and I am afraid it has been forgotten long ago.Gaotang Temple is not a real temple, and there is no incense.Yaoyao guessed that this was probably the prison used by Mrs. Xiang to keep and monitor secret persons, especially for prisoners who knew magic techniques.She could tell at a glance that this unremarkable black pagoda made the entire Gaotang Temple a forbidden area.The tower is the sword of repression.And she herself is the phoenix bird nailed to death by the sword.In this way, she is no different from those mortals, and the two guards can restrict her freedom.

Mrs. Xiang included her in the list of court ladies.She is nominally the caretaker of the temple, taking care of the temple's collections.What collections does the ancient temple have?In fact, some books and sacrificial vessels are placed at the bottom of the black tower. Why not take the trouble to detain her?For Mrs. Xiang's move, Yaoyao made too many guesses.However, year after year passed, and there was no news.So all her guesses came to nothing.Maybe that woman has no purpose at all. However, Yaoyao has long known how shrewd this woman is.The concubine Qing Ren raised by Mrs. Xiang personally became her own mortal enemy when she grew up.Whenever she thinks of this point, a ray of relief emerges in Yaoyao's heart.No one can use perfection to surpass others.

Are people who have died once or twice more likely to become discouraged?After experiencing such a tragic setback, even though he is now imprisoned in the Gaotang Temple, he still has no worries about food and clothing.Yaoyao wiped off the dust and cobwebs on the books and tidied them up, just like what she did when she accompanied Princess Xinyuan in the balcony temple many years ago.There is always something similar in a peaceful life. When she first entered Gaotang Temple, she made many efforts to escape, but failed one by one.Later, she stopped running away because she found that her body had changed.One summer morning, she fell dizzy and fell down the stairs, unable to eat or walk.At first she thought it was the magic of the Black Tower, but later she realized it was something else.At that time, she was only a fifteen-year-old girl, but she was already able to think sensitively that it was that nightmarish night that made her pregnant with Qing Wang Wuxiang's child.

She was at a loss.Originally, the insult that night could have been treated as a moment of accidental contamination with blood. As long as I soaked in the river of forgetfulness for a while, I could pretend to forget it and not be bothered by it anymore.But the arrival of this child undoubtedly added an indefinite extension to her shame. During this period of time, she recalled all her knowledge, and read the books in the Gaotang Temple, hoping to find a secret technique that could make this unexpected child turn into a puddle of clear water in her belly, and everything was gone. No trace.However, whether it is the witchcraft of the Ice Race or the secret method of Qing Kui, there is nothing in this regard.

On the contrary, in the process, she discovered something else, and a terrifying plan was conceived in her heart. Many years later, she could no longer recall whether she had struggled and suffered in her heart back then.It really doesn't seem to have been.When that terrible plan rose up in her heart like a phantom, the fifteen-year-old girl was immediately conquered by the sweetness of revenge.At that time, her whole thought was filled with a sudden sense of surprise, and she made a decision without hesitation. "I don't love and can't love everyone." She excitedly ran to the top of the tower, stood on the window sill, and swear loudly to the passing wind, the clouds in the sky, and the free birds: "Those who have tortured and trampled on my family, may my shadow follow them forever, so that they will never die." They will always remember their efforts to pull me from my homeland, kill me, and stain them with my blood forever."

So, she put aside her troubles and despair, calmed down quickly, and looked forward to the birth of her child.She made thorough preparations and kept the matter strictly hidden, without mentioning it to anyone—especially Mrs. Xiang.When her figure could no longer be concealed, it happened that winter was coming.She put on a cloak, hid in the warm pavilion, and deliberately restricted her growing appetite, so that no one could see the clues from the changes in her appetite. It's been a long time. On a night with a bright moon and few stars, the baby was finally born. After cutting the umbilical cord, she let out a long breath and fell into a pool of blood.

She chose the delivery room in the basement of the Black Tower.Behind that library was a small storage room with nothing but a dusty oil lamp.There is also an ancient book about occult arts left on the ground.Part of the pages had been torn and scattered all over the place.Her own blood was splashed on the yellowed pages. Before giving birth, she carefully read related books and meditated the whole process over and over again in her heart.But now, the excessive fatigue and pain made her already determined determination suddenly weak.The baby was thin and small, crying at the top of his voice.His mother lay on the ground, motionless, as if she hadn't heard at all.She breathed her own bloody smell, and stared blankly at the white candle that was about to go out with a pair of big dark eyes.She is still hesitating.The strange feeling brought about by the first childbirth still strongly shocked her, leaving her at a loss, her mind empty, and she just wanted to use this bit of tiredness to sleep to death.

I don't know how long it has passed.The baby appears to be asleep.The silence in the room reminded her.Enduring the pain, she got up and pulled the bloody baby to her side. The awakened baby suddenly let out a sharp cry. She was taken aback before realizing that the sound might attract others.She subconsciously picked up the things she had prepared at hand, and quickly and skillfully performed the action that she had rehearsed many times in her heart —and stabbed the sharp knife into the baby's heart. Fresh blood spurted out and splashed onto her face, like a butterfly catching fire.

She didn't realize it, and was only busy grabbing the old book paper on the ground, rolling it into a pen shape, and inserting it into the bleeding wound.The scroll was like a hungry snake, sucking the warm blood of the baby and growing thicker. She climbed up against the wall and painted on the white wall with a blood-soaked paper roll.The dazzling red blood, like the most delicate rouge and the most magnificent bloodstone, begins to bloom with hot and compelling magic power from the moment the pen is written.After finishing the painting, she took a few steps back, looked at it for a while, and stepped forward to touch up a few more strokes, just like a painter who has completed a work carefully-it was the blood that stimulated her to a certain kind of frenzy.At this time, she even felt hot all over.The spells are mysterious and hidden deep underground, no one knows their shape, no one knows their existence.She drew them herself.They are like the first nightmare released from the devil's lair, and they will surely sweep the world.

I stepped on something soft under my feet. It's the body of a baby.She leaned over and grabbed the baby by the hand and lifted him up.Only then did she realize that it was a baby boy.He was supposed to be the prince of Qing Kui Kingdom.The baby's hand was very small, and there seemed to be a little warmth left in her palm. This warmth suddenly cooled her down. She looked at the baby for the first time.The lifeless little face was congested and livid. I don't know where the wind came from, and the lights flickered.Inexplicable fear and chill rose from the soles of his feet.She screamed involuntarily and rushed out of the small room.At this moment, the oil lamp was finally extinguished, and the spells written in blood on the white wall were forever submerged in the darkness. She held the baby's body in one hand and wandered aimlessly in the tower.Even though he was exhausted, he couldn't stop.For a moment she thought she was going crazy. At last she came to the attic at the top of the tower. The clouds are heavy.The fine sky wind seems to blow from the gap in the clouds, circling around the black tower.The eastern horizon is bluish white, like the cold face of a baby.It was almost daylight. She sat by the window at the top of the tower, her pale face was criss-crossed with dried blood.If someone saw her at this time, they would definitely think that she was haunted by a wronged soul from the court, and would not think that she was a real person.The baby's body was on his lap, his heart was no longer bleeding, and he was as quiet as if he was sleeping.She stretched out her hand dumbly, as if out of curiosity, she wanted to try to hug the child, but she never dared to touch the baby spirit. Just sit like this until my body is as cold as death. Finally, the crowing of the rooster at dawn woke her up.She stood up abruptly.Then the baby's body slipped from her lap and fell into the mighty wind, like a beaten paper talisman, tumbling and going away. She shouldn't be so sad that she would watch the child fly away with the wind.The moment before the image of Yingling disappeared, she opened her eyes when she saw him, revealing a pure and flawless smile! So she let out a scream, fell back, and passed out. She slept for a long time in the attic. Dreaming incessantly.All kinds of nightmares are like uninvited guests, visiting her door in turn, competing to stimulate her and humiliate her with the most bizarre language, which makes her have a splitting headache. She dreamed that the girl's face floated up from the cold water of the Wuling River, smiling innocently and unscrupulously, and twisted ferociously, turning into thousands of scarlet fish, huh la la dyed the stream red with blood.She dreamed that the full moon outside the skylight window turned into a bright arrowhead, spinning and whistling, piercing straight towards her chest.She cannot think normally.For a time, she thought that she would never wake up from the nightmare again.She used such a strong curse that it would eat back at the wizard himself. Is this her retribution? And every time she manages to escape from the dream, she will see the last pair of eyes of the baby spirit, bloody hanging on the high stone wall, the eyes are innocent and meaningful.She looked at the other wall, and the eyes moved to that wall.She turned her eyes to look at the dark corner of the wall, and those eyes flickered in the corner.She simply turned her eyes to the sky outside the window, so those eyes floated above the misty clouds, swaying slowly. He always looked at her silently and persistently. If it is snowing heavily, his eyes will keep brushing against her window like snowflakes.If the snow is clear and the sky is clear and night falls, the stars all over the sky are his eyes, watching her all the time.At this time, she could only close her eyes again, return to the embrace of sleep, and fight against the nightmare again until she was exhausted. She thought she would not live long. Yet she never died. Winter is over.The sweet wind fills the small attic. She saw a stalk growing on the window sill, secretly surprised.This is one of the unique fairy grasses in the balcony temple of Tianque Mountain. Why does it take root here?Subconsciously, she stretched out her finger and touched the blade of grass.The slender and cold touch of the grass jelly, through the fingertips, has been transmitted to the brain, penetrating the whole body, making her feel like being brought back to life. "Be careful, princess, don't touch it." A strange voice sounded from behind. She was startled, and suddenly looked back. In the shadow by the wall, a woman in green clothes and green clothes was vaguely seen, and it was she who wanted to talk.She rubbed her eyes, and instead of disappearing, the woman's image became clearer, and her figure seemed familiar. "Who are you?" The woman stepped out of the shadows and smiled humbly at her. She was too shocked to speak.That woman's face, as gentle as porcelain, was clearly her aunt, the late Princess Xinyuan of Bingshemia.She was about to blurt out, but stopped again.Although it looks like Xinyuan, but there are various differences.Man said that his age was different, and his facial features and expressions clearly showed traces of another person.A shadow that is so familiar to her that she is so familiar, yet she can't tell who she is. "Who are you?" "Princess, don't you know me?" The woman's voice sounded ethereal, as if it didn't come from her own mouth, but just an echo. She hesitated and shook her head. The woman nodded and said, "I am your puppet." "Puppet?" she hesitated. "I don't remember ever making a puppet for myself." "You didn't make me, princess." The puppet smiled, "I walked out of you—when you were sick." "So," she asked, "you watched me while I slept?" "Yes, princess, you suffered so much, but no one took care of you. So I came out by myself." The puppet looked at her lovingly, "From now on, I will always be with you, like a shadow I will always follow you. I will always obey your wishes. I will help you do what you want to do but cannot do." "Really?" "Really. You can call me Suli, which is the name of the grass. But in fact, I am your other half-I am you, Yaoyao." The beautiful puppet extended a warm hand to her. "Xiao Li...I...too lonely." She grabbed the puppet's hand and squeezed it tightly, tears that had accumulated for many years gushed out. She couldn't explain the appearance of Xue Li, but the puppet brought her inner peace.The frightened red eyes were replaced by Xue Li's peaceful gaze.The puppet's dark brown eyes were as clear as a mirror, reflecting her own figure with every detail. They sat side by side on the skylight at the top of the tower.From here, you can see the market in the center of Yingdu City all the way, and the inner garden of the imperial palace in the distance.Outside the city is a vast green field, stretching all the way to the foot of Jiangli Mountain.Sometimes, she would think about that moonlit night under Jiangli Mountain many years ago.But her thoughts will automatically stop at the moment of midnight flight, and will not continue down.The change of time makes people numb, the original thoughts become distant and vague, and even the deep-seated pain is gradually diluted. The puppet is still, the memories are still, the water is still, the wind is still, and time is still.Therefore, the cage is static. In the third year, she got a comprehension from an old book.The black tower's forbidden spell can be lifted through some method, and it's not too difficult.She was relieved to know that she would one day regain her powers. It's so ridiculous, Yaoyao can hardly stand this kind of ridiculousness.Since Mrs. Xiang is an extremely shrewd woman, there is nothing that is not in her calculations, right?That's why the Black Tower was set up to suppress her.Does Mrs. Xiang know that the way to break the seal and regain mana is hidden in the pagoda?In this way, isn't this black tower too contradictory?But Yaoyao would rather believe that Mrs. Xiang doesn't know.This discovery was obtained by accident by herself, and it was God's pity for her. But at the same time, she also fell into another kind of trouble. The seemingly simple method is almost impossible to complete. Who can she turn to for help? As long as she jumps from the top of the tower, the falling wind will blow her wings again. However, the height of the black tower makes it almost impossible not to fall from the top without falling to your death. Yaoyao believes that this solution is not unreasonable, and the action of resolutely going to death can break through some forbidden spells.However, when the forbidden spell was broken, the person died, which is really ridiculous. Xie Li said that when you jump off, if someone catches you under the tower, it will save your life.Yaoyao asked, can you catch me?Xie Li smiled wryly and said, I am also an imprisoned puppet. What's more, even though Yaoyao's body is light and light, if she wants to catch her falling from the sky, she has to be physically strong, otherwise both arms will be broken. "I would rather not get out of this tower in my life than fall into someone's hands." Yaoyao said with some resentment. Xue Li said calmly: "You don't need to make a conclusion so quickly, there is always someone who can save you." So, subconsciously, they began to pay attention to all kinds of people entering and leaving Gaotang Temple. Every month, one or two people will enter this temple to check the collection of books or take sacrificial vessels.Most of the people who read the books were low-level officials who were ordered to look up lost documents, and there were also scholars who heard that there were books about witchcraft here and came here to hunt for novelties.Witchcraft in Qingkui is far less common than in countries like Bingshemia or Jiuyi.Ordinary Kui people know nothing about witchcraft, and often have a strong sense of curiosity and mystery. Those who come to Gaotang Temple will be confused by this mysterious girl.She sat high on the top of the tower, the wind blowing in from the skylight flapped her skirt.And her long hair glowed faintly under the clear sky light. They can't help but guess, how could such a stunning beauty be sent here? Could it be that she was a loser in the court struggle?There must be many secrets behind her.While salivating, they kept away from it. Her only way out is to find her savior among these people.Yaoyao hates these people.All men in this world, without exception, give her a strong sense of uncleanness.She always sat far away from them, high above.She didn't even want to see them if she could. She dug out a green jade mask from among the many sacrificial vessels in the basement, and put it on her face.She watched these people from behind a mask, the only way to lessen the nausea a little. In fact, Yaoyao just needs to ask for help, everything will be solved easily.But Yaoyao never did that.He also thought about finding someone to lift the seal time and time again, but when things came to an end, he always gave up. As long as she takes this step, one light step, she can regain her freedom.However, that step was impossible to go out anyway.She said to herself that since Mrs. Xiang never made her bow her head, she was unwilling to pray to ordinary Qingkui people.In her eyes, these people are as humble as ants in the corner. Or, a long life of confinement and lack of hope left her heartbroken.If Xie Li had used any kind of words to urge her and remonstrate with her, maybe she would not have done so.But the puppet never disobeyed her original intention.If things go on like this, another thought takes root in Yaoyao's heart, that the spell will end automatically with the death of the caster.Even if no one helped her break the seal, Mrs. Xiang would die one day anyway.By then she will be free.She just had to wait.But, when will Mrs. Xiang die?What if she can't survive this woman? Sometimes she still thinks that the release of spells always needs a "fate".And this "fate", like a rare plant, needs time to cultivate, and anxious methods will prevent it from blooming and bearing fruit.This "fate" is her hit point.She would even be reluctant to hand over such a fate easily. Time passed like running water, washing away all the sorrows, joys, honors and disgraces of the past.The only thing she can't get out of is herself.What she is most afraid of is still herself. After five years of claustrophobia, she is still in a state of bewilderment.When she saw herself in the mirror, it was always the grimace wearing the sapphire mask.As time goes by, I gradually forget my original appearance. That's when she noticed a regular visitor who she guessed wanted to study witchcraft, for he had read almost all the books here at a rapid pace.Strangely, that person also wore a mask, as if deliberately hiding his identity.His mask is made of green sandalwood, and the wood-carved face is the sun god Dongjun in the ancient legend of Qingkui Kingdom, a god with a bright and dignified appearance. For Yaoyao, the appearance of an illusory god is more trustworthy than the appearance of a person.Perhaps it was for this reason that the visitor under the green sandalwood mask did not arouse her extreme disgust like others. During their first conversation, he had asked her about the principles of spiritualism.Sitting there, one could feel that he raised his head and met her gaze.She found that she even liked to see a little bit of his gaze leaked from the green wood carvings.The rigid Nuo faces concealed each other's real faces, but instead brought an ambiguous metaphorical intimacy. He may be an important person.She had guessed his identity, maybe he came from a noble family, maybe he was a wizard who was studying.He is diligent and smart, and although he has an extraordinary appearance, his voice is quite young.He went to this Gaotang Temple to learn witchcraft secretly, presumably to avoid the eyes of outsiders.Because he always came in the middle of the night with the stars, and then drifted away while taking advantage of the last ray of darkness before sunrise.She even fantasized that he is not a mortal. Based on such speculation, when she opened her mouth to tell him about the ritual of summoning souls, she was filled with some inexplicable surprise and nervousness. "Need a dead man's old clothes, and then the wizard climbed to the high place..." she replied mechanically.Although the tone could still be calm as usual, but the voice floated in the empty tower, as if it didn't come from her lips at all. Spiritualism is the grandest form of magic.Even if he is an extremely enlightened wizard, it is impossible for him to summon souls skillfully at such an age.What's more, he actually wants to know how to crack the soul-calling technique. Crack it?Yaoyao's voice seemed dissatisfied. "No." He whispered, "I don't want to do this kind of thing myself. I just want to know whether spiritualism is really effective? The kind of magic that can change the life and death of an emperor, change the direction of people's hearts, and even change the overall situation of the world , does it really exist?" Yaoyao thought for a long time, then said: "Maybe it's just that I am young and my knowledge is too shallow to understand the true meaning of spells. From what I have seen and heard, I feel that there are many things that spells cannot do. Even if a wizard has a whole body of skills , I can only sigh helplessly at current events.” "So spells are useless. But why do people still believe in them?" "Because the magic power is boundless." "This seems to contradict what you just said." "The magic has great power precisely because someone is willing to believe it. In other words, it is the person's faith that grants the achievement of the magic, and the wizard's skill is nothing more than detecting and using people's faith. If the belief If it is vast and boundless, then wizards can create miracles. And if there is no faith, then no matter how outstanding a wizard is, they cannot change the situation." "I don't know what to say, do you understand?" At the end she smiled apologetically. Even through the mask, he seemed to feel her smile, nodded and said, "I understand what you mean." Yaoyao let out a long sigh in her heart.In this case, no wizard would say it himself, except her aunt, Princess Xinyuan.Words are but a mysterious wedge, but thoughts are slowly spreading like a spider's web.She thought she had long forgotten the princess' teaching, but she didn't expect such words to be blurted out in a bizarre scene at a certain moment after many years. Ji Feng, who was puzzled back then, now seems to have realized it personally.Since Emperor Huaijiang, Bingshemia has been caught in chaotic desires.They were lost in their own "skills", and even Wu Gu died of the emperor's ambition.People's hearts are scattered, beliefs and vows are not returned, the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, and the homeless. Can this young man really understand these words from Princess Xinyuan?Getting lost and going astray is an inevitable part of life, regardless of high or low, whether wise or foolish.Even if it is clear from the beginning, it is still confused in the end.So, what if you understand it, and what if you don’t understand it?How much can Yaoyao herself comprehend? She didn't want to think about it, it was just a quiet night.The two masks shimmered against each other, like the last two scattered stars in the long sky. Many years later, she will still miss those water-colored nights in her pale girlhood.In the beginning, the moonlight had a crystal-like illusory luster.These lights even inadvertently illuminate a part of her still immature emotions. Shortly after that, however, he disappeared. Although he never mentioned when he would come back, when she counted to the hundredth day and his figure still did not appear on the narrow porch of Gaotang Temple, she threw the counting knot into the brazier. At the same time, she paid less and less attention to other visitors in the tower, and even began to ignore Xie Li.After he stopped coming, she had a new habit - sitting on the top of the tower all night and all night without sleeping when there was a cold wind. When winter comes, outside the Gaotang Temple, the sky is open, only white snow. "Princess, are you in love with him?" Xue Li asked tentatively. Her master shot her an annoyed look.The puppet immediately lowered its head and hid in the shadow of the corner, appearing blurred. "Or you should untie yourself as soon as possible and escape from here—" After a pause, the puppet continued to suggest.What she meant was that if you escaped, you might find him. "I didn't fall in love with him." Yaoyao clearly interrupted the puppet.She told herself, and also to Xue Li, that she didn't know what love was at all, and she never needed to.Love, that is a deceiving thing. She is not in pain and lost, but when she is lonely, she will miss him and reminisce about his words.The snow covered the boundaries of heaven and earth, the changes of time, and all emotions and truths.She thinks that all her emotions come from sympathy for her own loneliness, just like sympathizing with the coldness of ice, sympathy for the whiteness of snow, nothing more. And when all this gradually faded away, the ice and snow melted and the earth recovered.At this time, she looked at Kongsang Ridge from a distance, and on the big hibiscus tree, the Golden Crow blew.So she learned the news of Qing Wang Wuxiang's death.Sitting on the high tower, Yaoyao saw a light blue star suddenly fall in the sky, she felt relieved on the one hand, but felt a little empty on the other hand.The long wait made the pleasure fade away.Queen Qing and Mrs. Xiang should have passed away too, right?The new king, Qingren, will not leave a place for Mrs. Xiang in the court. ——However, her seal is still there.She still couldn't open her wings and fly out of this cage.At this moment, she secretly wished that she could leave.Could it be that her initial guess turned out to be wrong?If Mrs. Xiang's death can't bring her freedom, how long will she have to wait? At that moment, Yaoyao despaired again.She lay down in a dark attic behind the Gaotang Temple, and fell into a day and night sleep again.Every time I open my eyes, either during the day or at night, I only see Xue Li's eyes covered with a layer of deep sadness. One day after half a year, she found that that person came again. She sat on the top of the tower and looked down, just in time to see his dark braids.The draft blew in, puffing up his blue robe, like a dark flower blooming in the dark night.He entered the door, looked around, and finally saw her on the height.It was still the same green sandalwood mask, but suddenly it seemed to be lit by something, showing an expression as bright as the sun. She was startled, and suddenly she was glad that she was sitting in a place against the light, and he couldn't see her reaction clearly.Instead of jumping down to receive him as usual, she just sat quietly, not knowing whether to be angry or not to care. He found that some of the books he read last time were still on the side table, and even the number of pages he had turned had not changed.The outside world has been turned upside down, but in this small courtyard, the air is still as calm as water.But his own arrival was like a stone breaking through a pool of still water. He looked up, meeting her gaze.The rigid Nuo face covered her true face, making people dare not look directly at her openly.But how much he likes to catch a glimpse of clever eyes that occasionally flashes behind the mask. "Are you okay?" After all, he was the first to greet. "Very good." She was puzzled and replied mechanically. "I'm here to ask you something," he said. "Please speak." Although his eyes were skeptical and he avoided his face, his tone was still calm as usual. "Would you like to leave this place?" Yaoyao was taken aback, and said hesitantly: "I was ordered to guard this place, and I can't leave." "No," he said with a slight smile, "then you still think about it." She doesn't answer.It's not that I don't know how to lie, it's just that I don't know how to lie here and now. After being silent for a while, he suddenly said, "How about I take you away?" She lowered her head and didn't answer, feeling more and more suspicious in her heart.Then she remembered that she didn't even know who he was.What did he mean by this?Are you really going to take her away?Where are we going? "Ms. Xiang has passed away, now I can take you away." He said slowly, "Are you unwilling? Or do you not believe me?" To not believe him, but she couldn't say that.While she was thinking, she glanced at him, at this moment, he suddenly lifted the green sandalwood mask. Unprepared, Yaoyao saw his face.As if being hit by something, she panicked, and before she could think clearly, she fell from the top of the tower. Something was struggling and protruding out of her body, causing her to convulse.The wind blew across my sides, and my mind went blank. When she woke up, she was firmly embraced by that man. The face under the mask was less than a finger away from her at this time, and the bright eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by this unexpected joy.But she had mixed feelings, she didn't expect to hesitate for so long, and finally it was like this.She finally broke Mrs. Xiang's curse, although she was still a little unwilling, but a voice in her heart kept shouting: "It's him, it's him." He didn't expect it, and took off her mask naturally.The face under the mask oppressed him with a mysterious and depressing beauty, making him suffocate.He looked at her for a long time, took a deep breath, and hugged her tightly as if he had made up his mind. Yaoyao could feel that in her body, the soul that had been restrained for a long time was suddenly awakened, rushing around, making her in a trance and unable to stand steadily.She heard him confiding in a anxious tone.But she wanted to listen carefully, but couldn't understand.He bowed his head to kiss her forehead and her lips.The breath of the young man, like the blue wind blowing through the grassland in spring, was strange and hot, wrapping her tightly.For a moment, she subconsciously felt that it was wrong, but she couldn't refuse at all. His kiss was cautious, but he kept trembling because of his uncontrollable strong desire.A strange mixed feeling of sorrow and joy almost crushed her liver and intestines.The only thing she could do was to kiss him back with the same fervor, as if she had been waiting for this moment a long time ago. Xie Li carefully patrolled the black tower, locked all the windows, and lowered all the curtains.When the lingering sigh disappeared, she quietly returned to the bottom of the tower, hiding behind the curtain to spy. The young man stood in front of the couch, silently watching the sleeping Yaoyao, stood up after a long time, picked up his deep clothes, robes and belts from the ground, and dressed them up one by one.After finishing dressing, he paused again, took off the green robe again, lightly put it on Yaoyao's body, looked at it again, and then tiptoed out. "Wait a minute, don't run. Aren't you going to take her away!" Xue Li panicked and chased after her.She wanted to keep Yaoyao's lover, so she couldn't help stretching out her hand to pull him. However, her hand passed through his body.He was completely ignorant. Xue Li was stunned. Looking up again, the man had disappeared in the dawn wind. Xue Li came back full of disappointment.Yaoyao is still awake, her white and slender body is lying on the couch like a bundle of silk.The cyan robe was only on for a short while before slipping to the ground.But Yaoyao's fate has been overturned once again.