Ye Luoli: After rebirth, I was forced to clear my name

Wen Qian seemed to be stuck in a quagmire from which she could not escape, standing in place unable to move, she stared at the black figure under the moonlight on the windowsill, and the two words in her throat were ready to come out.

The man showed his pale jaw under the cloak, as if sensing her gaze, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, full of evil spirit.

The boy by the window, the black cloak, the quiet moonlight and the fear of approaching death.

A breeze blew, and the cloak on his head slid down, and the delicate young aristocratic duke-like face, mixed with the unique pale and dark night beauty of a vampire, completely reflected in Wen Qian's eyes.

It was still the familiar face, but the warm disguise had faded, and he had changed from a docile lamb to a hunting wolf, and the thick aura of danger on his body was unabashedly displayed.

The color of his pupils also completely changed from a faint amber, and under the thick black broken hair, there was a pair of cold and noble silver eyes, he was cold and gloomy, and the aura of death was so powerful that she could not parry.

“...... Ye Jia. Wen Qian spoke with difficulty, her body was restrained and she couldn't move, countless thoughts flashed through her mind, and finally found that in front of such a powerful opponent, she couldn't get out at all.

"Or should I call you—Gaya?" for

the first time, Wen Qian hated the disparity in strength. If she could, she would have wanted to kill him when she first entered the dream realm.

But he is...

"Long time no see, my—" He jumped lightly off the ledge, his hood falling behind him, still a young man, but his obvious aristocratic coldness made it impossible for her to find the slightest familiar gentleness and brightness in this man.

Although I have known this fact for a long time, the impact of seeing it with my own eyes is still much greater.

The boy who once accompanied her suddenly became a devil in the shadows, and the light of the past was conspiratorial, and she didn't know what else she could believe for a while.

Ye Jia, Ye Jia.

The corners of Jiaye's eyebrows suddenly had a look that was almost playful, and she saw him leaning over slightly, and whispered slowly in her ear: "-Old friend?"

The cold air rushed down her right ear into her spinal cord, and she only felt a chill all around her.

Wen Qian tried her best to separate Ye Jia and Jia Ye into two people, trying to tell herself that they were different, but she couldn't find any arguments to prove it. This is an unsolvable question.

The answer to what you don't want to foresee is already in front of you.

She didn't even notice that her voice was trembling slightly, and her face maintained the last calm: "... Who's your friend. The

god of the night bent down, as if tolerant of the warm roses in his castle, and smiled slightly: "I like to hear you speak the most. "

Do you know why?" he was too close, his black hair swept slightly across the side of her face, and the moonlight was quieter and colder tonight than the night on the mountain.

The shadow of blood grew thicker and thicker.

"But I'm the opposite. Wen Qian gritted her teeth, "I'm disgusted when I see you." "

Lying. His fingers gently caressed the side of Wen Qian's face, and from a distance, it seemed that it was probably extremely warm, but the place where his fingers touched it was cold to the bone.

Wen Qian doesn't know if all vampires are like this, but Gaya is probably not an orthodox vampire either, as he is also a god.

The most powerful god of Wonderland, the plague god of death—as they always called.

"When I took you to see the moon, when I told you that roses were beautiful, when I distinguished between you and those people, you were obviously willing to listen to me. His whispered murmur was like a lover's whisper, he was usually high, but now he lowered his head, his fangs against Wen Qian's neck.

"It's not like I lied to you, so you're angry.

With a hint of youthful cunning, Gaya smiled wickedly at her, "Am I lucky enough to be honored and loved by you, the Lightbringer?"

he looked flattered, his fingertips tangled around her hair, and his hands swirled around.

Wen Qian was a little annoyed, she couldn't admit that Ye Jia, the false incarnation, had really had a little place in her heart, and then found that under the delicate shell was this evil and dark soul.

It's all disguise.

"I really don't understand, since you have such a powerful divine power, the human world is all things that you can easily explore, why are you still staring at me?" Wen Qian's eyes were cold, and her tone was as unfriendly as ever.

Especially for him.

"So, you admit it, you still care about that incarnation of me. Gaya keenly captured the anger in Wen Qian's words, and his interest in the girl was always strong.

With a wave of his hand, his silver eyes and fangs disappeared instantly, replaced by the warm amber pupils she was familiar with.

The eyebrows and faces are the same as before. The face that is exactly the same as Ye Jia.

"You're looking for him. There was a Ye Jia-style casual smile on his face, but the words he said were extremely cruel.

There was no way to deny it anymore, and he used the most straightforward method to break Ye Jia's gentle dream. Her nightmares, in fact, never stopped.

"Is there a time when you want to deceive yourself as a smart girl?"

Wen Qian closed her eyes tiredly.

What did he want me to recognize?

Recognize that he was not Ye Jia, not the boy with a little ruffian and a warm heart, but a bait released by an extremely dangerous enemy to lure her.

She suddenly wondered what Gaya was paying such a big cost to get from her.

"I need an extradite. With that face exactly the same as Ye Jia, Jia Ye said, "If you are my extraditer, I can give you what you want." "

Everything. Including continuing to play this person you like. "

It's always this argument, Wen Qian is tired of hearing it. She had the right to think that Ye Jia was dead.

There is no need to be sad, since she was born again, she will not feel sorry for herself.

She was a little ruthless

, and said in a sharp tone, "What else would you have? The fairies and gods who claim to be high above will always look down on mankind, and you think you can see us clearly, but in fact you are the most shallow one."

"What you want, you have to exchange it with sincerity, you think all I want is gold and silver treasures, wealth and beauty, or a word or two of comfort. Because it's all things that are not rare and easy to get at your fingertips. But I don't.

Her voice was not loud, but every word was extremely clear, Wen Qian stared at the face of the god of death, or Ye Jia's face, whether it was sadness or resentment at this moment, she couldn't feel it.

"If you want me to listen to you, then I'll tell you—dream!"

"Gaya, people like you will never understand.

She laughed slowly, a calmness that was close to victory, and made her look more fearless.

But soon she couldn't laugh anymore, because Gaya was closer to her, and she faintly noticed his movements, but only to hear Gaya chuckle in the dark.

His fingertips lifted, and an unspeakable silence spread between the two of them.

Wen Qian stared at him in the dark. Gradually, his eyes completely cooled.

Then, a chill enveloped her with the breath of death, overwhelming her.