"Zi Yan, Zi Gu, send the princess out and arrange the woman!" Dugu Young Master Xuan's eyebrows slightly raised and his thin lips were slightly pursed.
"It's the young master!" The two of them stood up and led the person out of the stone gate.
Looking at the disappearing back, Dugu Young Master gradually rose in his anger. He looked at Meiji kneeling on the ground coldly, as if he was regretful, and as if he scolded: "Meiji, Meiji, you almost missed again.
Is it a big deal about me! Do you know your sins?"
"Mei Ji knows the crime! Please punish me. Please don't rush my subordinates away!" Mei Ji cried bitterly and cried.
How could she not know where she was wrong, but she was unwilling to accept it, and she was not willing to accept it.
Dugu Young Master sighed slightly, closed his eyes to the sky: "If you don't let your memory grow, you will eventually ruin the great things of my deity. Abandon a third of your cultivation will be used as a lesson!
Is there any excuse?"
Meiji smiled bitterly, pursed her lips, and shook her head: "The cultivation of his subordinates is fully enlightened by the Lord. Meiji is willing to accept the punishment from the Lord. As long as he can stay with the Lord, Meiji has nothing to say.
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"Very good!" Dugu Young Master looked faintly, his eyebrows frowned, and he was slightly moved.
Lift your fingers, reaching them to her forehead, and gently pointing...
Meiji never felt so painful. She only felt like water breaking through the cinnabar mole in her eyebrows bit by bit.
The biting pain seemed to be drowning her inch.
It feels uncomfortable, the chest and limbs are as painful as it has exploded, and all the internal organs are painful.
After a while, Dugu Young Master withdrew his hand, glanced at her indifferently, and left...
Meiji felt a fishy smell coming up in her chest, but she couldn't swallow it.
A mouthful of blood surged out of his throat and sprayed on the lakeside. Blood beads splashed, like a lotus that exploded, with a charming and sad beauty.
"Um..." Meiji finally couldn't help it, and lay on the ground and burst into tears...
Who knows what she has experienced, and who knows the pain in her heart...
As soon as Nan Liyou came out of Dugu Castle, he took off his hand that tightly held Ling Xiaohan, walked in front of him without saying a word.
The scene just now seemed like a dream. Although she didn't remember it very clearly, she still felt something wrong with her.
"Boss, what kind of dance you just started is so beautiful, it's even more beautiful than that, that, oh... Miao Niang, the dance I danced in Nichang..."
Nan Liyou shook his head and subconsciously remembered the movement very clearly, but he couldn't remember it. When did he learn that complicated dance, and he didn't even know the name.
She seemed to feel that she slept in Xiaozhuo in Yinglin that day and then had a dream, exactly the same as that dream. In the dream, she also danced gracefully, dancing the same movements as the dance just now.
In addition to herself, of course there was also the man in white in the dream, but she couldn't see the man's face clearly.
The only thing I remember was that I was very happy, he seemed to call himself: "Li'er..."
His voice was very pleasant, like the warm sun in the cold winter, very comfortable and comfortable.
She just felt so happy and just wanted to use dance to describe her mood.
"But there is something strange, why do you and Your Highness become very strange when they meet that tree, but we don't?" Yan Caiwu rubbed his chin and said as he walked.