The leaves of the king of nets are drifting

Chapter 1 Zeng Jin's Fairy Tale

Chapter 1 Zeng Jin's Fairy Tale

"Get out," accompanied by a round object, her fingers caressed her painful forehead, just a touch was heart-piercing pain, a warm ray seemed to slide down her face Liquid, even her fingers, opened her somewhat confused eyes, and there was a piece of holy white and too bewitching red in front of her eyes.

She put down her finger, and white snowflakes fell one after another in the palm of her hand, and the red fingertips were like red plums.

It's so beautiful, no, it's so poignant.

"Atobe, forget it, she was bled," she followed the voice, looking through a piece of red, which was her blood, and then through a piece of white, which was snow.There was a large group of people standing in front of her, and they all looked at her sitting on the snow alone indifferently, as if they wanted her to die like this.

"That's her damn it." Another boy's voice was extraordinarily cold, she narrowed her eyes slightly, as if she could only understand his appearance in this way, but she met a pair of exquisite but emotionless eyes, Very strong hatred, and disdain.

"Let's go, go see Masaki," the boy with royal blue hair stretched out his hand to support his glasses, and sighed slightly on his lips, and she heard their footsteps, rising and falling.

right next to her ear...

Then drift away.

She fell backwards, with the white snow on her hair, and turned her face, she saw the blood on her forehead falling on the white snow bit by bit.

She remembered the fairy tales she read before, the mother said, "I wish my little daughter's skin would be rosy, and look like this white snow and bright red blood, so gorgeous, so tender." , with hair as black and shiny as the ebony wood of this window."

That is the story of Snow White.

She shrank her body a little, maybe it was because she was too cold and numb, but at this moment, she really didn't know it was cold.It's just that, with my eyes open, I looked at the lead-colored sky and the snowflakes falling from time to time.

Breathing quietly, there is only her world here.

Isn’t the world in fairy tales like this? It’s so beautiful. She raised the corner of her lips slightly, moved her fingers, and inadvertently touched a round object. She picked it up and put it on her In front of the eyes, one hand can just hold it.

Let's play tennis.

It seemed to be the murder weapon that smashed her.

(End of this chapter)