477 The Queen's Revenge: Luo Ningshuang's face is disfigured! In fact, Mu Yunhe and Luo Zhiheng are extremely similar. They both live proud and self-esteem, live flamboyant and free and easy. They cannot be bound by the world, and their psychology cannot contain other unnecessary people. They are very self-centered. As long as they are unwilling, no one can truly hurt them.

However, the two of them are people who can hurt each other.

No matter how incomplete or incomplete Mu Yunhe is, only Luo Zhiheng is recognized in his soul. Even if he is gone, even if he cannot see or touch, and even if he cannot feel her, the familiarity and attachment in his soul cannot be changed and erased.

So Mu Yunhe was easily moved by Luo Zhiheng and became unlike himself. He pulled Luo Zhiheng's humble words out of the real Mu Yunhe's strong feelings for Luo Zhiheng, and he couldn't even control his emotions. So Luo Zhiheng said no, he tightened his pupils and his face was pale and almost transparent.

At that moment, he knew what the feeling of the sky falling/the ground sinking.

"You go find your Aheng. Don't you be cruel to her and refuse her? Don't you like to call her that way? OK, go and call me, and shout to your heart's content. Although you don't keep the promise, I will still keep my promise. I will let her know the sorrow and horror of possessing this name!" Luo Zhiheng's face was unprecedentedly cold and fierce. The words gritted her teeth seemed to be squeezed out by the blue veins on her neck. Her anger and heartbreak rushed towards Mu Yunhe clearly and strongly.

Mu Yunhe suddenly grabbed his hand tightly and opened his mouth several times, but the sentence almost roared in his throat, but he couldn't say it. He hesitated several times, his eyes were already red, and finally he just whispered: "There won't be another next time."

Luo Zhiheng smiled dejectedly and firmly, and spread the big hand that he had grabbed her wrist tightly, bit by bit. She had tried her best to look at his eyes and said coldly: "I also said that I won't give you a third chance."

She brushed away his hand hard, turned on the steps, her fingers bleeding, and it hurt so much, she thought she had already reached the limit and had tasted all the pain, what is this pain? But is it that psychological side that is unwilling to do? Is that face really that charming? Or is it in Mu Yunhe's psychology that that face is all?

In the past, they loved each other and wanted to be able to integrate into each other's bones. At that time, did they really just like each other's faces?

Is Luo Ningshuang's temptation just now her? She also wanted to know how important Luo Zhiheng is in Mu Yunhe's heart? On the contradictory side, she hoped that Mu Yunhe would reject Luo Ningshuang's request, but on the other hand, she hoped that Mu Yunhe would agree. She wanted to see Mu Yunhe didn't care about this fake, but on the other hand, she hoped that Luo Zhiheng would be invincible in Mu Yunhe's psychological state, and no one could compare to it.

She was in a strong conflict, and the dull pain that was about to tear her nerves apart was howling sharply in her mind.

But Mu Yunhe really shouted, what did she prove? It just proved that her heart was so angry and painful.

"Why are you back?" The Poison Saint's screaming woke up Luo Zhiheng, who was like a wandering soul.

She stared at the ugly face of the Poison Sheng, and didn't know why she was back here. She hadn't really been with Luo Zhiwu for a day before, but her physical memory, the incomplete pictures of her childhood, and the warmth of her relatives made her return to her brother unknowingly when she was at the most confused.

"You go out, I want to stay with him alone for a while." Luo Zhiheng's voice was hoarse, and he walked straight to Luo Zhiwu's bed and sat down.

Seeing that Luo Zhiheng's breath and voice were not right, Poison Saint muttered to himself, and then reluctantly said: "I just gave him medicine. Detoxification is a slow process. It cannot be completely solved in one or two days, and he will not wake up for a while. Don't disturb him too much. Besides, it's better not to be alone with a big man."

Seeing Luo Zhiheng being silent, the Poison Saint curled his lips in a boring manner and turned around and left.

The moment the door closed, Luo Zhiheng's tears fell uncontrollably. She lay on Luo Zhiwu's chest, her voice was so disappointed and sad: "He still didn't recognize me. Brother, I shouldn't blame him, but what should I do? Seeing him and Luo Ningshuang's slaying man and seeing that Luo Ningshuang occupy everything that belongs to me, I hate him, and I can't not let my anger be angry! If Mu Yunhe loves me, how can he smile at his enemies? But he loves me, he is kept in the dark, I want to take revenge, make Luo Ningshuang suffer in pain, and let Mu Yunhe recognize me by himself, why is it so difficult?"

"Brother, why are you not by my side in the most painful years? Dad is not by my side? I am so tired. I don't want to wait any longer. I can no longer bear the existence of Luo Ningshuang. Brother, because she is a person connected to our bloodline, I repeatedly indulged her to let her go, but she has repeatedly taken the lead, hurting me and even destroying me, and occupying everything that belongs to me. Her crazy and inhumane nature have made me unable to tolerate it."

Luo Zhiheng's eyes were bright, and the flames of hatred could not be concealed: "If I don't kill her, my hatred will be vented. If I kill her, will you and my father blame me? After all, I can't be as crazy as Luo Ningshuang. I will do whatever I want to achieve my goal. I care about you, my father and brother's feelings. I don't care how the world sees me, but if I lose my father and brother's love because of Luo Ningshuang, I will be as heartbroken as a knife."

"So brother, please tell me what should I do? Will you hate me and hate me?" Luo Zhiheng's tears wet Luo Zhiwu's clothes. She murmured unconsciously. The pain and heaviness seemed to have spread to her soul. Luo Ningshuang was a thorn deeply stuck in her lung tube. A slight breath could make her feel so painful.

Luo Zhiwu's originally calm and sleepy face gradually turned blue, and his frown brows showed his discomfort, but he closed his eyes and couldn't make any sound.

Time flowed through the silence between brothers and sisters. Mu Yunhe outside the door stood like a sculpture. He didn't even have the courage to step into the gate of the general's mansion. His tightly clenched fists sounded beside him, and her watery eyes and decisive words in his mind made him feel so painful that his heart tightened, and his suffocation was like a shadow.

From day to night, he waited for the news that Luo Zhiheng had been with Luo Zhiwu alone. His straight back and shoulders loosened, his expression was lonely, and he turned around and left in a daze.

The wind seemed particularly strong tonight, and it was particularly cold tonight. The candlelight in every room of the Shenguan Mansion was very bright. Although it was already sleeping, Luo Ningshuang's room was still brightly lit.

The wet nurse was arranged in the ear room outside Luo Ningshuang's room. Because she was afraid of the word "death" in the letter, she was afraid that someone would retaliate against her or hurt her. So she ignored whether the wet nurse was humble and let the wet nurse sleep in the narrow and cold ear room, and also said that she wanted to live closer to the wet nurse.

The wet nurse naturally doesn't care about these things, she only cares about the safety of her little master.

A gust of wind blew, and the candlelight in the room swayed. The candlelight magnified countless times on the wall, swaying back and forth like a graceful figure of ghosts, shrill and terrifying.

The wet nurse heard Feng Sheng seemingly blowing open the window of Luo Ningshuang's room. She got up and closed the window. She felt a scent of fragrance coming and she fainted.

Luo Ningshuang seemed to hear the sound while half asleep and half awake, and then shouted in a daze: "Is it the wet nurse?"

A gust of cold wind blew, with a bit of coldness and sharpness. Luo Ningshuang's face seemed to be scratched by a knife. The pain woke her up suddenly. The room that was just bright suddenly fell into darkness.

It was pitch black outside the window. There were no stars and moons tonight, only the north wind howling like ghosts and wolves.

"What's going on? Come on!" Luo Ningshuang was particularly afraid of this dark night since she woke up. She was guilty of being a real thing. After she did something wrong, she was really afraid that the ghost would knock on the door. After she entered the night, the room must be kept bright, and her voice was a little trembling at this moment.

Huhuhu--

Some sounds sounded high and far away, sometimes soft and sometimes heavy, like ghosts crying or screaming.

Luo Ningshuang was so scared by the sound that she immediately sat up, curled up inside the quilt and walked back to the foot of the bed, looking out through the gauze tent in horror, trembling but pretending to be calm, "Who is it? Don't pretend to be a ghost, come out!"

There was a loud sound in the room. It was a night when she couldn't see her fingers. But suddenly, a cluster of light rose between her bed, as if the heavy ghost shadows with yin and haze in the Hall of Yama instantly turned the room into hell and turned the bed into a cage. Luo Ningshuang was trapped in the cage, waiting for Yama to be sentenced to death or reincarnation.

Luo Ningshuang's heart suddenly rose to her throat, her eyes widened in horror, but her pupils were tightening in circles, her whole body trembled, her throat was dry, and her cold sweat was pouring on her face.

Just as she was trying to tell herself not to be afraid, the gauze tent on her bed suddenly flew up. There was no one or the wind, but why did the gauze tent fly up? Luo Ningshuang's scream also blurted out: "Ah! Ghost!"

She was just widening her eyes before she could close her eyes. A woman with disheveled hair and wearing a fiery red dress suddenly appeared in the picture in front of her. She couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but the bright red dress and the broken marks on it made Luo Ningshuang suddenly think of someone. She screamed in disbelief: "Luo Zhiheng?!!"

The woman did not answer at all, as if she was crawling out from hell, and while she was extremely slow, she climbed onto the bed. The movement was really slow, as if she used a knife to scratch the nerves of a person. Every movement was a knife, which made people feel so painful that they could not die. She raised her head slowly, and each movement of slowly raising her head was like a huge net, putting a person's heart in it and unable to escape, and could only tighten as the net continued to tighten.

No fear can describe Luo Ningshuang's mood at this moment. It is horror, horror, and creepy!!

Luo Ningshuang's eyes were as if she had been frozen, and her expression was full of horror and fear. She wished she could retreat into the crack of the ground and was unwilling to face the ghostly figure in front of her. The man was crawling towards her slowly little by little.

Climb to yourself!!!

Luo Ningshuang felt a chill from the soles of her feet climbing up to the back of her head in an instant, and every pore in her body expanded and tightened, and her hair stood upside down. She shivered and screamed: "You, who are you? Get out of here! Don't get close to me!"

The man did not listen to her, but just gasped heavily, as if he had suffered such great pain. Her head finally raised, but her hair was dripping and her face was not visible. She was still crawling, as if she had tried all her strength, but she still couldn't climb in front of Luo Ningshuang. Her slow speed also allowed Luo Ningshuang to see behind her clearly. The journey along the way was full of blood, which was shocking!

The psychological endurance of a person is far from too strong. Luo Ningshuang was frightened by the strange and terrible scene in front of her and her blood was even more ruthless, and her heart almost stopped beating. Suddenly, she kept patting her head like self-comfort, and closed her eyes tightly and said, "This is not true, this must not be true. I am having a nightmare, this is just a nightmare! Don't be afraid, it is not true, that is definitely not Luo Zhiheng!"

It seemed to be to help Luo Ningshuang confirm that this was true. Luo Ningshuang suddenly felt someone slapping her arm, and the thorny coldness spread to her body instantly with the hand on her arm. It felt so strong and real.

Luo Ningshuang's heart trembled. Three years ago, she plucked out the flesh with her own hands, and Luo Zhiheng's chest was hurting slightly. She raised her head stiffly, and slowly caught her eyes with a messy face scratched by a sharp weapon!!

"Ah!!" Luo Ningshuang screamed and almost broke through the sky, but no one could save her from this nightmare nightmare.

That face, that face...

Luo Ningshuang thought of the cliff three years ago. She held a sharp knife, and fell on Luo Zhiheng's face quickly and with great sensation. Each knife would draw an almost exposed mark. The white knife was dyed into a red knife. Luo Zhiheng's face, which was exactly the same as her, was beyond recognition and as terrifying as ghosts!

Once upon a time, she looked at Luo Zhiheng's face and felt happy and excited.

Now, when she saw Luo Zhiheng's face, she felt cold all over her body and was extremely frightened!

"Are you scared? Why are you scared? Isn't this face your masterpiece? Look, I crawled out of hell to find you. It's so cold and dark in hell, so scary, I feel so painful. My face is covered with blood, one knife after another, you engraved on my face, have you forgotten? How can you forget? How can you live so peacefully? I killed me and dare to occupy everything I have. I died so miserable, so unwilling to give up, so hateful!"

Only a pair of bulging eyes were seen in this unrecognizable face in front of her, which looked ferocious and distorted. Every word she said was echoed, with a sound of hostility and resentment. The powerful resentment almost soared into the sky, almost tearing Luo Ningshuang apart.

Luo Ningshuang almost faced her. Her face, her voice and the smell of blood on her body all came to her face so strongly. Luo Ningshuang was so scared that she screamed in scattered: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

"I'm dead. If you kill me, I can't even find my bones. It hurts so much. Why do you treat me like this? I'm your sister. I hate you. I want to make you unrecognizable and keep your bones alive!"

"No, no! I don't want it! It's not that I want to kill you, it's that you are in the way, it's that you stole everything from me, I hate you. Why do you live better than me? Why can you get all the love and care? I'm also the daughter of the Luo family, I'm not a wild child I picked up! I want everything you have. Since they don't want to give it to me, I'll snatch it myself!"

The more Luo Ningshuang spoke, the more she felt that she was justified. Her reason had been scared by the huge fright, and even forgot the fear in front of her, her eyes roared with scarlet roar: "You deserve to die! For two lifetimes, I have been living under your shadow and living under your glory, and I am not convinced! If I were to do it, I would definitely be able to do better than you! Luo Zhiheng, it was those who spoiled you, not me!"

With a puff, accompanied by Luo Ningshuang's shrill screams, blood splashed out.

Luo Ningshuang covered her face and felt that the wounded and the warm and delicate liquid was flowing out continuously. Her reason finally appeared again due to pain and fear. She raised her hand tremblingly, which made her dizzy at a glance. The blood in her hands was still flowing. The severe pain on her face clearly reminded her that this was not a dream, this was not a nightmare!

Luo Ningshuang wanted to scream, but her throat seemed to be pinched by a university, so she could not scream. She could not shout out her help or call. At this time, she was alone, who could she ask for help?

Is the person in front of me really Luo Zhiheng? Luo Zhiheng has really come back from hell, have you come back to seek revenge on her?!

What else can a person who is bound to die suddenly appear in this way besides becoming an evil spirit?

Luo Ningshuang thought that she could be reborn, so what's incredible about there being ghosts in this world? But evil ghosts are not something she can deal with. She never believed in retribution, but today, she really believed it. But if she believed it, she hated the injustice of fate even more. Why did she suffer so many humiliation and unfair treatment, but God did not give her a chance to take revenge like this? Why can Luo Zhiheng be able to do it?

"You kill me, I want you to be your company too!" A cold voice sounded again. Luo Zhiheng smiled strangely, holding a sharp dagger in his hand, and blood dripped on her hands and the knife. The smell of blood stimulated the senses, making the scene even more terrifying.

"No! I don't want to die! Go away!" Luo Ningshuang tried hard like crazy, trying to push away the female ghost in front of her.

But Luo Zhiheng was calm and looked at her decadently falling down coldly and mockingly. She stared at her eyes with horror, and Luo Zhiheng smiled at her, and her strange and bloody face became even more terrifying.

Luo Ningshuang's pupils almost shrank to the size of a needle. Luo Zhiheng slowly raised the knife, and the tip of the knife fell on her face, and then deliberately torture people slowly cut down. The pain spread on the tip of the knife, spreading inch by inch, and Luo Ningshuang didn't even have the strength to scream.

She was so painful, but she couldn't ask for help, and she couldn't shout out the pain. She could only roll her eyes, and even fainting became a luxury. All the pain fell on her body and was enlarged countless times, so after just two blows, Luo Ningshuang was exhausted.

But this is far from enough!

How many swords were Luo Ningshuang carved on Luo Zhiheng's face? It seemed like nineteen swords? Then every sword was painful and humiliated when Luo Zhiheng was treated later.

Luo Zhiheng took the sword and wrote Luo Ningshuang with a pen that was meticulous and calm. She scratched the 19th horizontally and 19th vertically on Luo Ningshuang's face. No more or less, and just doubled it and gave Luo Ningshuang a double. She also cut Luo Ningshuang's face into even squares. That face looked like Luo Zhiheng's face was beyond recognition and blood.

Luo Ningshuang was like a dead fish, and could only breathe with all her might. There were only many white eyeballs left in her big eyes, but she was also dyed red by the blood flowing freely. Her face could no longer see anything. She was worse than death, but she could not die just like that. She didn't understand why she couldn't fall into a coma?

There was no expression on Luo Zhiheng's face. After doing this, she stabbed the knife on Luo Ningshuang several times, which happened to be the double that Luo Ningshuang had stabbed her on her. She stopped with satisfaction and took the knife away. Her voice was strange and hoarse, as if she was howling: "The underworld is about to close, I am leaving, and I will take you away in the future..."

Luo Ningshuang shivered and finally died.

Luo Zhiheng stopped climbing and got out of bed coldly, but his feet were so empty that they almost fell down. Someone next to him suddenly appeared and supported her.

"Master, are you okay?" The concerned and cold voice of the demon girl rang out.

Luo Zhiheng shook her head and tore off a bloody skin from her face. In the dark night, her side face was smooth and beautiful. She shook her head slightly, and her scattered hair covered her face. Even the demon girl next to her had no time to see her master's face, but she was blocked by the golden mask.

The demon girl was slightly regretful. They never knew what the master looked like. The master was rescued with bloody faces, covered in scars and bones. At that time, the master was almost a useless person, and everyone was shocked by the master who had no good place on his body.

They were puzzled. What kind of experience was that could cause this young woman to suffer such great trauma. What kind of secret is hidden under such a obviously trauma of petite body?

The former leader tried his best to exchange for Luo Zhiheng's life. Luo Zhiheng later made a new leader, but no one except the dead old leader had seen Luo Zhiheng's new face.

The demon girl always believed that the face hidden behind the mask must have hidden huge pain and suffering, but today, when she cooperated with Luo Zhiheng to do all this with illusion, her heart was filled with shock and horror, and at the same time she felt incredible and angry!

It turns out that the master once had pain and three years of hellish life was actually given by her biological sister! It turns out that the master was the legendary Luo Zhiheng!!

This was an incredible shocking secret, but the master let her know. In her feeling, in addition to being grateful for the master's trust, it was a huge heartache. Her heartache in the pain of her master's strength.

"Don't let the second person know this, demon mother, this is the secret between us." Luo Zhiheng whispered, with a deep sense of fatigue in his voice, but he could no longer hear a trace of anger and sorrow.
To be continued...