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The flowers bloomed muddle-headedly and scattered muddle-headedly, only bringing melancholy to the flower-watchers and planters.

The Hundred Blossom Meet had ended. It ended surprisingly, and this time's grand event had unknowingly ended just like that.

Chang Lou ended up being announced by Lu Liushuang before she could even catch a glimpse of Hua Kui's figure, which was rumored to be elusive and invisible.

"What are we going to do now?" Hua Chang caught up to the house that was wandering aimlessly on the street and asked.

"What can we do!?" Of course I'm going to the Beauty Garden! " Chang Lou smiled bitterly. His life was getting more and more mysterious. Just what was tomorrow that made him suffer.

"You're going to look for Beauty Dong Xiaodong, the Great Red Horn of Winter?" Hua Chang's expression changed slightly as she spoke in a heavy tone. She had repeated Dong Xiao's name three times already, and the waves in her heart could be seen.

"Yeah!" Chang Lou was very dispirited. As he dispiritedly ruffled his messy hair, his black eyes lost the divine light of the past. They were somewhat dim and lifeless.

On this matter, Hua Chang did not seem to want to comply with Chang Lou, at least not now. Her attitude was extremely unyielding, and her tone was ice-cold. She said without any doubt: "What if I say no?"

Hearing her words, Chang Lou felt like a drunk child sitting on the cold stone steps of a street. She lowered her head and explained, "I just want to get out of here as soon as possible!"

A gust of cold wind blew in from the horizon, causing Hua Chang's face to blush with excitement.

A few leaves were rolling back and forth on the road. The sun had long since lost its early vigor, and the world was so lonely.

"Get out of here? "Where are you going?"

After being blown away by the cold wind, the incomparably calm and sober her became even more clear-headed. What she wanted to do was completely clear, ever since the moment she saw Dong Xiao.

"Get out of here? To a place far, far away? I don't know how far it is, but that place gradually appeared in my heart! "

Chang Lou closed his eyes, and a place appeared in his mind. It was somewhat beautiful, somewhat desolate, somewhat intoxicating, and somewhat heartbreaking. He didn't know where it was, but it lingered in his mind like a nightmare.

If a man had a place in his heart for him to travel, even ten oxen wouldn't be able to pull him back, let alone a man who was lonely.

Hua Chang left, and under the gaze of the Chang Lou, it became the most beautiful scene in the sky tonight, imprinted on his soul.

With the beauty gone, Chang Lou braced herself and brushed the dust off her knees, ready to face the fear she should be facing.

On the first floor of the Dreamburg, Chang Lou bumped into Han Liu. Han Liu was drinking by himself, but when he saw Chang Lou, he ignored him and continued to drink.

Chang Lou didn't bother him and instead walked directly to the second floor.

Today, the beautiful ladies' garden was incomparably cold and desolate. The beautiful ladies seemed to be tired of all kinds of doors and windows being tightly shut. They stood outside the door and listened attentively for the possibility of hearing their cute and delicate breathing, even and exquisite, just like their smooth and smooth skin. From time to time there was a whisper or two of sleep, as if complaining about the wasted years, the lost youth, the love that had been carried to the grave.

When Chang Lou heard the voices of these lovely, kind, beautiful, and gentle women, she immediately let out a sigh of relief and stomped up the stairs.

Red Horn lived on the fourth floor, which was a restricted area. It was said that all guests except Lu Liushuang were not allowed to enter the building without Red Horn's permission.

The decorations on the fourth floor were simple and unadorned. There were basically no decorations at all. There were only four doors, and they were like a formation that wrapped around the house, making it difficult for him to make a decision.

There were four doors in front of him, almost identical in any way, and they were close together in a semicircle, trapping the one that had just climbed the stairs and making him feel suffocated.

"Which one is Dong Xiao's room?" Standing in front of these four doors, Chang Lou's mind was filled with this question, but the four simple doors made him feel as if he had walked into a dead end. There was no path in front of him, and he could only choose to retreat.

He couldn't retreat! The building could not retreat, and in some places, only one step could be used. The second step could only be used in the air, causing one to be trapped in another predicament.

After a long period of silence, Chang Lou stepped forward and casually opened a door.

Red Corner was after all Red Corner. Their living quarters were much larger than that lilac room on the second floor. There was a special living room and after entering, there were two doors. These two doors were very tightly shut, so it was impossible to see inside.

There was only one chair in the hall, and it was very spacious. Chang Lou sat near the window.

Just as he sat down, one of the doors opened and a beautiful woman covered in hot air walked out.

She was completely naked, and her long, wet hair fell to her chest, obscuring the view of spring.

Upon seeing this woman, Chang Lou knew that he had made a mistake.

It was as if she did not see the man sitting on the chair, looking down on her every inch of her muscles, dancing without a care.

The green butterflies under the sun were transformed by the darkness into pink butterflies, blooming with their full beauty, dancing beauty, and body beauty in this lonely and spacious hall.

Fire dance, fire ketone body, fire spring night.

Chang Lou lightly watched as she finished her dance. She didn't have the slightest bit of charm in her heart. Today, his soul seemed to have become numb and he didn't have any unnecessary thoughts.

"Fire on Spring Night!" This is wonderful! " After the song was over, Chang Lou stood up and clapped his hands. Such a dance was worthy of any praise.

"Since Young Master is familiar with it, then why are you still standing here?"

After the dance, it was as if Chun Die had no more strength left in her body. She lay on the ground, her body covered in sweat. Everything in her body ignited the air with vague sparks. After calming her breathing, she spoke. She was beautiful, but her voice was truly unflattering. It was like a noisy crow on a cold winter tree. However, under such circumstances, even a crow would be as beautiful as a peacock and a phoenix.

"Sorry to bother you!" Please forgive me! "

Chang Lou closed her eyes. She gently opened the door and walked out of the room. As soon as he came out, cold sweat rolled down his pants and puddles of water appeared on the ground.

After adjusting his breathing, Chang Lou pushed open another door and slowly and carefully walked in.

The interior of this room was almost identical to the previous one. The only difference was that this room was even more lively and lonely.

The room was filled with paintings, all of which were not masterpieces, but their colors were monotonous and depressing, all in a monotonous white.

The only evidence of a great inspiration that these pages once shone with was the fact that every white wall under each white sheet had one or more spots of white, black, red, and blue... Pigment spots.

Standing in front of these lines of white paper, anyone would feel an incomparable sense of oppression. Anyone would be submerged in those strange and bizarre inspirations.

"I've been waiting for young master for a long time!"

Xia Ye raised his pen, and a few words condensed from the red pigment in the air.

Hot red, hot red; fretful red, fretful red!