The curious Vine quietly popped up by the window and met a dull face. The expression on that face was indifferent, the skin was flawless, and it was almost the same as a real person...
However, he is not a real person.
Most of the time, he is nowhere to be seen in the Crimson Castle. He only appears frequently in major councils where living creatures are prohibited from participating.
The deacon's strength with bare hands is definitely not a joke.
Suppress everything except the nobility.
Almost all vines know that they all sleep underground when they are not working. Perhaps compared to the domestic servants who claim to be loyal, they are the most loyal scavengers of the nobles.
Their faces are filled with smiles, and they will pay attention to everything seriously. Just like at this moment, the eyes that are looking at the vines indifferently will flash a red light, and the next second, the slightly opened window will be closed tightly.
.
Vine was very lucky that he didn't see anything, otherwise, he might not even be qualified to be a flower fertilizer.
The hall is resplendent, with red crystals blooming like flowers everywhere. They gather together in clusters, especially in the center of the hall, they spread radially and are beautiful.
Look around carefully.
It seems that through this beautiful scene, it can be seen that an elegant lady once lingered here.
She devoutly hoped that when the morning light came, this stunning scene would never appear, but the morning light failed to come, but they popped up.
The bronze wine glass in her hand reflected the muted brilliance, but the bright red wine liquid in the quilt shone like a pool of mercury. What was originally eye-catching was like the pink flash of the moon when it was born, but now it has transformed into crystal clear light.
The clear butterfly flutters its wings quietly.
The butterfly effect leads to them——
These spirits dancing in the dark night.
They danced in the dark and spacious palace, gathering together a blood-red sunset glow and delicate purple-red clouds, and together weaved the dawn of the rising moon.
These bright and brilliant colors are constantly changing in the hall, and the playful little guys in the corner have not even woken up from the dim red night and sweet dreams. They are slowly forming an ocean.
Like a red tide.
Until the crystals flowed out of their eyes, one after another scattered on the snow-white tiles...
Father Chus chanted in a low voice:
【……
Then she fell silent, and I began to say:
‘O chaste saint,
It is only because of you that humans are better than
The celestial body with the smallest circumference contains all things superior!
I am so grateful for your command,
Even if I have obeyed you, it still seems slow;
You don't have to explain your wishes to me anymore.
But tell me why:
Why are you willing to leave the one you are eager to return to?
The vastness descends into the center below.’
'Since you want to get to the bottom of this,
I'll tell you briefly,' she answered,
‘Why am I not afraid of coming here?
anything that is harmful
is terrible; others are not,
Those things are not terrible.
God in His grace has made me like this,
Your misfortunes do not touch me;
Even the blazing fire here cannot burn me.
There is a noble saint in heaven,
She is so compassionate for the obstacles I have sent you to remove,
She broke the strict commandments of heaven.
She called Lu Xixia and told her:
“The one who has been faithful to you needs you now;
I will entrust him to you."
Liu Xixia, the enemy of all cruelty,
Stand up and walk to that place,
Where I sat with ancient Rachel.
She said: “Bilderice, truly praiseworthy to God,
why don't you help that person,
Does he love you so much that he leaves all sentient beings?
Don't you hear his mournful cries?
Don't you see that on the river that the sea cannot be proud of?
Is he fighting death?"]
The other four nobles had different expressions and stood silently aside, each with their own thoughts.
"Each of you find a place to sit down," the priest said kindly.
"Lucia was a martyr of Syracuse in the 3rd century. When she was persecuted for her faith, she blinded herself so that her beauty would not arouse the desire of men. Because of this story, she symbolizes virtue.
The goddess is also the patron saint of those with eye diseases. Dante worshiped her the most because he himself had eye diseases."
The vines had obviously made a mistake. Jialexi's eyes were staring blankly at the mirror image on the ground. Her heart was filled with pain. She still could not get out of her emo moment immediately.
The little cherry mouth opened slightly, and the smoky eyebrows frowned slightly: "Ah! Why don't you let me be as touching as the ice crystals on the ground? How happy they look! Why? Why does God even
Why are you so stingy about giving me such shallow happiness?!"
"How unfair this is!"
"I am just a poor person who desires success, perfection, and happiness the most among all living beings! Why can't I be given the setbacks and lessons of success? But they can't be the praise and honor after success?!
Why are you treating me like this?!"
Jie Lexi covered her face and cried: "Cruel Lord, you have allowed this humble thing to reach perfection! But you are not willing to let me bear this! -"
Rust looked around, raised his eyebrows frivolously at Grid, and said in a gloating voice: "Look carefully, this battle is really fierce. It was everywhere. How much movement was there at that time? Didn't you see the excitement?
, Tsk, it’s a loss, a loss.”
Greed's attention was obviously not on the "war situation" he was talking about. He sneered and sighed: "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me."
Ratni clenched his hands tightly, and his facial features were twisted together. Those who didn't know might think he was doing some kind of performance art, but those who knew him well knew that Ratni, who was usually extremely cold and aloof, was already very hungry at this moment.
I can't tell the difference between north, south, east and west.
All sentient beings can be seen at a glance.
The priest stared at the blurry red sun on the window and murmured to himself: "No matter how many stories I tell the world, no matter how the facts warn the world, the world is still walking on the established path, just because there is no turning back in this world."
"The life that can go back will never be known."
"Representing the truth, who should I compromise with? And a compromised truth becomes false. The truth is uncompromising."
Finally, the priest waved helplessly and said with a smile: "Turn out the lights."
"Just—cover your ears and steal your bell, in order to maintain the remaining elegance of the nobles."
The wall lamps were extinguished one after another, and the light slowly faded like a tide, while the shadows reflected in all directions became longer and longer...
