Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

"It's the watcher who guides you." Light looked back and said lightly. Rubbing his eyebrows, said coldly, "The watcher has repeatedly invaded your dream, the purpose should be to lead you over."

"Let's go, the end of this martyr should be a burial chamber." Leng Yetong nodded, said lightly, thinking about it, and then said, "If that martyr really appeared in that dream."

Baili Liumo shrugged her shoulders, took her hand and walked deep into the martyrdom. The warm touch made her feel inexplicably relieved, and the irritability in her heart was relieved a lot. Several people walked towards the end of the martyrdom.

After walking for about half an hour, the martyrdom entered the end, and Leng Yetong said that the end of the martyrdom was really a tomb. There are no furnishings in this tomb, no coffins, and no burials. The stone wall presents another story to the three in the form of pictures.

In the story, the woman in white wins the snow, the face of the bewitching city is covered by the white gauze, and she is elegant with every movement. She is the protagonist of this story, but behind her, there is always a man with a silver mask hiding in the dark watching her secretly.

No matter what she did, he quietly followed her, watching her silently, and rescued her when she was in danger. Later, they often stayed together, just like the men of that year, a woman always looked at everything in the dark and her eyes were full of resentment.

In the end, she reached an agreement with another man in black, and the woman in white was sent to another space. Even if she finally got out of sleep, she was left in that space forever. In the end, the woman in white lay on the seal, turned into a piece of magnolia, and eventually dissipated, so the story ended. Leng Yetong frowned, how did this story feel so familiar?

"You are still here. Are you here to find your own sense of consciousness? Unfortunately, it has been sealed into the darkness by me forever." The woman's voice of resentment sounded in the tomb. The water-blue figure came out through the wall of the tomb and stood not far away, watching her sight filled with deep-seated hatred.

"Who are you?" Light eyes narrowed, and asked alertly. Keeping her behind, her eyes locked on the woman, this woman exuded a sense of crisis, who is she? Watchers?

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Shangguan Yuer, the watcher of this space." The woman smiled sweetly, and the silver bell-like laughter echoed in the tomb. He said meaningfully, "She should know very well about who I am, isn't she? Murong Xinger."

"It's useless to stop here, you should understand that." Leng Yetong stepped out from behind Guang and said coldly. She did not deny that she was Murong Xinger, nor did she admit it. The ambiguous answer made Shangguan Yuer a little confused for a while.

"You have changed, but you never have such an indifferent look." Shangguan Yuer smiled like a smile, raised his hand and fiddled with his long black hair, and said casually, "I hate you very much, always I hate it, not only because Luo Luo loves you, but also because of your gentle character and intoxicating voice. You really make me a little bit ignorant. "