Spirit Hotel

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Recap--

(Yuan Shujie, before going to the palace, Jesse invited Smar to the carriage alone.)

Smar stepped on the carriage with one foot, and a white hand reached in front of him.

He looked up in surprise.

Jesse was watching him with a smile. The kind of petting eyes with a touch of playfulness suddenly brought him back a thousand years ago. At that time, he also liked to look at him like this, reached out his hand, and pulled him into the car, and often he couldn't bear to let go for a long time.

Ghostly, Smar stretched out his hand, as he often did a thousand years ago, put his palm in his palm and put them together.

As soon as Jesse was working hard, Smarr jumped at him involuntarily.

The door slammed shut.

Smal tried to sit up anxiously, but was hung tightly around his waist.

Jesse let go of his hand and squeezed his chin instead, raising his head to the height where he had to face his eyes.

Smal's heart sank suddenly.

It turned out to be an illusion just now, and they would never go back in time.

Whether before he chooses to leave, or after he discovers his lies. Only those disgust and hatred were left in those eyes that once contained thousands of tender feelings. And among those abominations and hatreds, he clearly saw his reflection.

His heart was hurting terribly. It wasn't the kind of pain that was wrapped in a cotton ball before, but it was severe and crazy, like the pain with a knife!

"Welcome, come back to my arms." Jesse's mouth slowly raised.

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The mountain road is long and the carriage is bumpy.

Smar looked at the fast-paced landscape outside the window ... and the shallow reflection on the window.

Jesse's eyes closed tightly. After saying that, he stopped paying attention to him and just closed his eyes and raised his soul. It was only at this time that he could stare at him with such recklessness, although it was only a shadow that was almost transparent, but for him, he was satisfied.

He slowly extended his finger. The fingertips lightly touched the reflection, the thick eyebrows.

Although his hair is white, his eyebrows are still dark and thick.

Smaller wiped greedily again and again.

Suddenly, he noticed that those eyes had been opened, staring at him momentarily.

Smarr was taken aback, slowly turning his fingers into a fist, "Are you awake?"

Jesse asked lightly, "What are you looking at?"

"I'm watching ..." He sat upright, his eyes staring straight ahead. "This doesn't seem to be the way to the palace."

"Do you still remember the path to the palace?" Yeshi taunted.

Smaller shrank his head and was afraid to speak. Because he had fled in collusion with Loctini at the palace.

"Don't go to the palace." Seeming enough of his distress, Jesse broke the silence.

There was a flash of astonishment in Smarr's eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "I am the three princes of the elven world."

Jesse was silent.

"My emperor won't mess around with you ..." Before he finished speaking, he was hit by the body pressed by Jesse.

"If I were you, I wouldn't play a temper at this time." Jesse was smiling, but the smile was not yet reached. "To put the identity of the three princes, you should put it more than 1,000 years ago. At this time ... Don't you think it's too late? "

Smaller held his breath nervously. His face was so close to him, as long as he lifted his head a little, his lips could reach the bridge of his nose ... just as if he had taken a nap before, and Jesse always attacked him without his attention.

"So be obedient," Jesse said softly. "Ryan."

A 'Lean' breaks all the thoughts of Smar. He widened his eyes and watched Jesse slowly back away, before his face returned to expressionless expression.

Smal slowly sat upright and whispered, "What do you want?"

"Don't ask. Lane." Jesse put her finger to her lips. "Don't ask anything."

Smal had to swallow it back.

The mountains are getting higher and higher.

Seeing the increasingly familiar scenery by the roadside, Smal's heart grew heavier.

The carriage stopped suddenly.

Jesse opened the door, looked at the mischief of Smar, and sneered: "May I help you down again?"

Smar looked around and jumped out of the carriage.

The trail was empty before and after, and he secretly calculated the possibility of escape from here.

Jesse walked towards the grove by the mountain road, and even though it was leafy, his hair and figure stood out.

The driver of the carriage was just an ordinary Malay, and Smarr estimated his strength, and then had to admit that this was the best time to escape.

Jesse seemed completely unaware that he hadn't kept up, and still walked forward.

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When not to wait now?

Smarr no longer hesitated at the moment, using wind magic to send himself directly into the air, flying down the mountain road.

As soon as he flew out five or six meters, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, which made his eyes suddenly black, countless venus burst, and knocked him down heavily.

When he fell, his shoulder landed first. He only heard a click, and the other shoulder hurt.

He was lying on the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead, he opened his eyes wide, tried to sit up, and after a while, his vision began to recover. Then he saw that Jesse was walking out of the woods, looking at him mockingly.

At this moment, he had the urge to hit him.

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The severe pain in one shoulder disappeared, but the other arm was dislocated.

Jesse walked in front of him, slowly squatted down, raised his head's arms, and smiled: "It is indeed the Three Princes, really expensive, and just casually fell, and then broke his arm."

Smar looked at him, and suddenly felt that this man was strange. In the past, let alone dislocation, even if a finger was cut, he would be angrily accused of inadvertently accusing him of carelessness, and then carefully bandaging the wound ... But in front of this, in addition to mocking, mocking.

Tears poured into his eyes involuntarily, and he should hold back. He can humiliate in front of others, but never wants to cry in front of him. Because he knew that even if he shed tears and cried, his eyes would never frown.

Jesse raised his hand and grabbed his arm.

Small flinched.

"Even if you're injured, do you want to run away from me?" There was a moment of storm condensing in Jesse's eyes, and his arms became tighter and tighter.

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Just an inch away, who would escape so close?

Smal wrinkled his face, but gritted his teeth without saying a word.

Jesse watched his face paler and paler, finally letting go of his hand, pressing his shoulder, and giving it away gently.

Smar whispered, his shoulders were already connected, and although still aching, he was at least able to move.

Jesse stood up, "Can you go?"

Smaller followed, "Just now, was the slave spell you hit me?"

Jesse sneered, "What else do you think?" He turned and walked towards the woods, and Smarr followed silently.

Although the branches and leaves of the woods are dense, the sun still penetrates through them. The white beams of sunlight are like poles, standing around the road.

Smarr suddenly remembered where this was, and he snapped his feet.

Jesse didn't look back, but just asked lightly, "Do you want to try again?"

Smarr's face turned white, his fists shook and put on his side, and he shook and shook his hands, eventually raising his heels.

There was a faint rumbling of water as I walked.

Sure enough, after more than a dozen steps, I saw a waterfall rushing down from the top of the mountain, and white water splashing on Bitan.

Yesi stopped by the pool.

Smaller hesitated to walk over.

Jesse turned back suddenly. "We met here for the first time."

Smaller bowed his head. This was not a good memory for him. Because he killed Jesse's snake, he was not polite from the beginning and greeted him with various witchcraft. In the process, he hardly made any shots and was subdued.

"Ryan, how good it would be if we could stay on that day forever." He looked at the waterfall, stunned.

Small muttered, "Did you blow yourself down?"

"Ah……"

Small looked up in surprise, but saw a smile before he could take it back. It's not the kind of sneer and ridicule, but a sincere smile. He suddenly found out that he hadn't seen Jesse laugh like this for a long time. And in his heart, he really wanted to see Jesse laugh like that.

Seeing his gaze felt, Jesse turned back.

The four eyes were opposite, but no one had moved away.

Tears reunited in his eyes, and Smal couldn't help but whispered, "I'm sorry."

Jesse's gaze was like a pool of standing water. He just looked at him as if he wanted to see him all down.

"I ..." What did Smal want to say, he turned around. Definitely, turning around recklessly.

Smal covered his face with a mockery.

Tears flowed from the fingers.

Jesse looked back, looking at the sad figure, his complex look.