Traveling through the immature concubine: Charming the world

Chapter 161 I Don't Belong to This Time and Space
A chill spread from the soles of my feet to my whole body, I gave up struggling, and watched the pavilion slam into the pool and annihilate with a blank face, leaving a few flames gasping out wicks on the lake.

The night, which was as white as the day, suddenly darkened again, I said indifferently, "Let go."

Grabbing my Sui Cong for a start, I looked at Liuyu beside me with questioning eyes, and I still said coldly, "It's too late anyway, isn't it?"

Liuyu nodded, looking at me with a smile and inquiry, I was free, I walked slowly to the lake, the lifeless lake water was unusually hot.

Ye Suo, I just realized that it’s not that I don’t belong to this time and space, but that this time and space doesn’t belong to me. Maybe I was wrong at the beginning. Vow to live and die.

The faint silhouette emerged from the surface of the lake in the faint moonlight, and the crisp sound of the flute gradually became stronger and weaker around my ears. I closed my eyes and jumped into the lake.

Noisy screams came from the shore, I was completely submerged in the lake, and the consciousness of being swallowed by the lake was increasingly withdrawn from my body, I closed my eyes peacefully, waiting for the moment to be completely swallowed.

"Don't try to run away from me again." Who grabbed my weak hand, I wanted to break free, but my body was thrown into an embrace, the consciousness in my mind was still far away, I could only be forced to cling to this in arms...

"My lord, my lord, are you all right?" The noisy sound kept ringing in my ears, it was abominable, it disturbed the clear sound of the flute just now.

"Do you know why this place is called Fuyun Pavilion?" This cold voice whispered in my ear again, "How pity is so cold, like smoke disappears and clouds disappear."

I wanted to open my eyes, but my eyes were shrouded in a thick white mist. The refreshing sound of the flute was getting farther and farther away. I stretched out my hand to grab it, but I only caught a hand of wet mist.

What kind of pity is cold to the bone; it disappears like smoke and clouds disappear.

(End of this chapter)