Chapter 1280

Then, Xu Zhihan turned into Mu Qiu again: "it's useless to talk about childhood sweetheart. It's bad luck to get to know you for eight lifetimes even if I'm involved." Later, Mu Qiu became the parents over there, constantly lamenting that he had been decorating his home cleverly and winning the favor of adults. In fact, he was hypocritical and tight. He was a two-sided man, regretting that he should not have adopted himself at the beginning. Then he saw many people who used to seem kind to sneer at himself. Jun Riyue only felt that his head was more and more disordered and his heart was more and more indignant. He could not help holding his head in his hands and shouting: "enough! Enough! No... I don't want anything... Mom and dad won't do this to me... No! Wuwu... Mom... Dad... "

"What? Dare not see it? This is your family and friends! I like you very much on the surface. In fact, they always doubt you and hate you. What a hypocritical person! In fact, they are all masked: they are model parents... Childhood sweetheart... Kind teacher... Superior Emperor... "The woman came back to Jun Riyue's sight again, saying that she turned real faces into masks and threw them at Jun Riyue constantly," ha ha ha ha... By the way, there's another one, who are you? Yeah, your mask? Ha ha ha... "With a wild smile, he smashes the last mask at Jun Riyue.

Jun Riyue cried and dodged, murmuring: "no, those are fake, you used to cheat me, that's fake! It's fake! It's you... "

"Ha ha ha... Ha ha... I'm not willing, but I've been patient, I'm angry, but I've been depressed, I'm afraid, but I've been barely strong... Why? Why do you have to live such a miserable life! You are so angry that you want to destroy those hypocritical people one by one! Why dare not admit, dare not reveal their true heart? Hold me, hold me fast, I will give you everything, destroy everything that makes you unhappy, hold me Women's soft voice temptation, gradually approaching.

"Hold it? What? You? Who on earth are you? " Confused thoughts gradually clear, Jun Riyue asked in a low voice. The woman didn't speak. She just looked at herself and laughed all the time. Gradually, she turned into a purple sword with a familiar purple pattern. Looking at it, a sense of familiarity suddenly rises in Jun Riyue's heart, and a stream of heat flows to the bottom of my heart. It seems like a relative I haven't seen for many years. I can't help but stretch out my right hand to touch it. I see that the sword is getting closer and closer to me. Finally, I touch it. In a moment, suddenly, there is light and thunder. In addition, you instinctively close your eyes, When I felt that everything was calm, I slowly opened my eyes, but it seemed that nothing happened. In the whole Xiaomeng hall, I was still the only one lying on the ground. There was no woman in red or purple sword. It was another dream.

In the early morning of late autumn, the sky was just a little bit cold. A carriage drove out of the Chongyang gate of Qiansheng palace and left slowly with the drizzle. Compared with the towering Qiansheng palace behind the carriage, the carriage, which could be regarded as a luxury among the people, was inexpressibly shabby and desolate.

Lifting the white curtain, Jun Riyue quietly looks at the capital city of hojing. There is no bustling crowd, no endless flow of cars and horses. Only a few people walk through the morning light and drizzle one after another, accompanied by the autumn wind and withered leaves, and the early morning of hojing has not yet woken up.