Бездомная собака в моих мыслях

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Then she thought, what does it matter if anyone likes her? No one liked her before either, and she and Hua Hua lived a good, carefree life. Why should she cling to you and have to watch your faces? Besides, what's wrong with dying? Who doesn't die? The hero protects Miss Mu so much, does that mean she'll live to be a thousand or ten thousand years old? Isn't that like a tortoise? Even if she really is a tortoise, she'll only live a few years longer than her and die a few years later. With her illness like this, can she really be happy living?

Thinking of the word "twilight turtle," tears still wet on her face, she couldn't help but laugh.

That's right! Before I die, I have to see my old mother again and ask her if she has any other way to cure my poison. Zhu Huihui said this harshly, but she also knew that if Feng Xuese insisted on protecting Chen Muwan, she wouldn't be able to get a hair on her head, let alone bite her flesh. The one who tied the knot must untie it, so it's more reliable to go find her mother again.

Thinking of her mother and then of Mr. Chen and Mrs. Wan, she felt even more heartbroken. Mr. and Mrs. Chen were good people, but what did that have to do with her? They gave birth to her, but they never raised her; they were, in reality, just the parents of Miss Mu!

Just as she was feeling down and sad, she suddenly felt a cool breeze on her neck, as if someone had breathed on the back of her neck. She turned around abruptly.

However, behind them, all they could see were jagged rocks; there was nothing else.

Zhu Huihui touched her neck, and when she lowered her hand, a white evening glory petal was between her fingers. She then kicked the flower's butt: "Traitor, let's go!"

Since Eyes decided not to return to Hidden Spirit Island to avoid being disliked, the two of them, one in front of the other, walked in the opposite direction of Maple Snow Colors.

But she hadn't gone far when she felt a chill on the back of her neck again.

Having faced countless dangers in recent days, Zhu Huihui had become extremely alert. Sensing something was amiss, she pushed off with all her might and darted forward with a "whoosh," with Hua Hua running after her like a whirlwind.

They ran for more than two miles without hearing any noise before slowly coming to a stop. Zhu Huihui glanced back and saw only the cold moon over the pine-covered hill, silent and deserted.

She let out a long sigh, chuckling to herself at her own cowardice. She scratched her head, turned around to continue walking, and suddenly froze—

On a huge rock ahead, a man stood like an eagle, dressed in black with a black veil covering his face. Under the moonlight, his eyes gleamed with a cold light, exuding a chilling murderous intent.

Zhu Huihui's heart sank. Her first reaction was to run away, her second was to scream for help, her third was to lie on the ground and play dead, and her fourth was to beg for mercy without any backbone...

In an instant, her mind raced with countless ideas, but before she could put any of them into action, her slender neck had already fallen into the grasp of the man in black.

Upon seeing the person so closely, Zhu Huihui stared in horror into their eyes, suddenly feeling a sense of déjà vu...

The man's rough fingers pressed lightly against her throat, his cold eyes flashing with a chilling light, before he pulled his fingers back.

Zhu Huihui felt a tightness in her throat, her blood rushing to her head, and a buzzing sound filled the air. She struggled violently, and one sentence escaped her lips: "I...I recognize you..."

The hand gripping her throat suddenly stopped.

Zhu Huihui grabbed the other person's arm with both hands and pried it open forcefully. Feeling the other person's hands loosen a little, she quickly took deep breaths.

The man had been waiting for her to speak, but seeing her panting, he grew impatient and his fingers tightened.

Zhu Huihui hurriedly said, "No...no..." When she was anxious, her mind would race. She thought: He stopped because she said she recognized him, but she only recognized him; she didn't know who he was...

She gripped the other person's arm tightly with one hand, forcing a smile on her face, and said, "Please, please don't be impulsive! We...we're acquaintances after all..." As she spoke, her other hand had already reached out with lightning speed.

Although I am skilled in martial arts, the two of us were too close. I never expected that this guy would still dare to lay a hand on me when he was about to die. Caught off guard, she grabbed my face mask.

Zhu Huihui stared in horror at the familiar face beneath the mask: "You...it's you...it really is you..."

The man's eyes flashed with malice, and his five fingers gripping her neck suddenly tightened.

Zhu Huihui felt a sharp pain in her throat, as if she could hear a cracking sound coming from her neck. However, her mind was not on that at all; she was only vaguely thinking: Why did I say, "It really is you," instead of "It was actually you"?

The Sky is Clear in Jianghu II 19

The sky was dark blue, and the full moon hung high in the sky, its light as clear as water.

Zhu Liuyue stood by the lotus pond, bathed in moonlight, lost in thought.

The lotus flowers are in full bloom.

Under the moonlight, the water was filled with a deep, cool blue.

This is a strange lotus flower.

A blue lotus pond.

Ordinary lotuses close their petals at night, as if they are asleep. But this lotus looks no different from other types of lotuses during the day, but at night, the entire body of water becomes its own stage for blooming, and it blooms more and more brightly as the night goes on.

It was a kind of brilliance that was both lonely and alluring to the extreme. When it bloomed, it did so recklessly, as if it were using its entire life to exchange for this moment of glory. Its life was extremely short. From budding to withering, it was only a matter of time, from midnight to dawn—it would bloom again tomorrow, but it would not be the same flower as last night.

Liu Yue tenderly stroked the delicate petals of a lotus flower.

He always felt that he had a special connection with this flower, which was difficult to distinguish as either sacred or eerie.

For example, he and they share the same loneliness, the same brevity, the same blooming at night, and the same lack of retreat once they bloom.

For example, beneath their beautiful and clean exteriors, they conceal deadly poisons.

"Overseas, there is a blue lotus that blooms only at night, resembling a pond full of stars. Its stamens are ground into powder and mixed with nineteen ingredients from the East and West coasts in appropriate proportions, including ice rock foam, seven catalpa trees, and black crystal powder, to create the miraculous poison, Heavenly Sea Frost..."

This was told to him by a woman even more beautiful than a blue lotus.

Years ago, that woman taught him many things. So, after he grew up, he devoted himself to collecting everything that the woman had told him, including this pool of incomparably precious blue lotuses.

"Is this blue lotus the legendary 'Heavenly Lotus'?"

The voice was calm and detached.

Zhu Liuyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and a sharp glint flashed in her dark, night-like eyes.

He casually took the folding fan from his belt, opened it, shook it gently, and turned around with a smile on his face: "Brother Xuese!"