The quilt has just been dried, it is full of sunshine and is still very thick. Gu Xiang shrank inside and it is warm and comfortable.
She had always been able to fall asleep with a pillow, but today she rarely sorted out the thoughts that came out of her mind.
Then I was sure that Gu Xiang, a young student with five lectures, four beauties, three loves, and a positive view, really had the idea of ​​"killing Li Zijun" in his mind.
She even began to think about what excuses and methods to use to kill people, and would not involve herself.
Gu Xiang covered her quilt and hugged comfortably on the bed, but her thoughts were a little messy, which even slightly affected her sleep.
She also felt deeply annoyed when she first met Li Zijun. She was a selfish villain with a crooked and uncharitable mind. Who can not hate her?
But... I won't be so angry about killing.
Perhaps she intuitively thought that Li Zijun was a dangerous person now?
Gu Xiang thought for a long time, and finally felt sleepy and fell asleep in a daze.
As she added more and more lifespan to herself, her appearance changed slightly. As she grew taller, her skin became whiter and tenderer, and her facial features seemed to be gradually refined. In addition to the sense of smell, taste, and even vision and hearing that were specially strengthened by the seasoning skills became sharper.
Perhaps it is not only vision, hearing, but also intuition?
The sleepiness gradually became stronger.
Gu Xiang knew she was asleep and was dreaming now.
The wind was a little cold, and the coldness was a little dry and burning. Gu Xiang opened his eyes and entered the dilapidated temple.
This dilapidated temple looks a little familiar.
Gu Xiang looked carefully for a while before he could barely recognize that this was the dilapidated temple on the back mountain of Guzhuang, which once served as the "canteen". It was only a hundred times more broken, with air leaking from all sides, and even the appearance was far inferior to that of the time when it was not repaired.
It was clearly in my dream that it was biting cold, and Gu Xiang looked out, and it was covered with snow.
There seemed to be a cough behind her. Gu Xiang suddenly turned around and was shocked. Is that her?
No, it should be the original owner.
Gu Xiang saw another "Gu Xiang" who was a few years older, curled up in the corner of the wall, and the vomited blood stained the collar of her clothes.
Just as she was about to walk over and see, there was a faint sound of horse hooves. Gu Xiang hesitated for a moment, then turned around and went out, stood outside the temple gate and looked at the rugged mountain road in the distance, and saw a team of cavalry coming in a hurry.
If you look closely at the armor, it should not be the outfit of the Yongyi Army, but rather like the imperial guards.
The person in charge was getting closer and closer, and it was Duke Anguo Zhao Ying.
Gu Xiang blinked, not surprised for a moment.
Near this Shouling Spirit, there is a nobleman with the imperial guards, so he is the Duke of Anguo, and he must be 80% or 90%.
At this time, Gu Xiang began to feel that his dream was very interesting.
This wind, this snow, this mountain, and this hundred riders are like well-made movies, with great artistic conception.
...
"The Duke, right in front of you."
Li Shengha breathed a breath and looked solemn.
After such a rush, Zhao Ying's silver armor was inevitably stained with a lot of dirt. He raised his head slightly, revealing his pale facial features, a little sick and a little haggard, but he had a good appearance in the sword-brow star.
"Well!"
Suddenly, Zhao Ying frowned, turned around, and looked up from afar.
The wind was whimpering, and the fires could be seen in the distant mountain village. The strong bloody smell made the mountain forest more murderous intent, but the mountain road was silent, with insects and birds singing everywhere. Everyone was walking forward with their minds. Suddenly, they heard a rustling sound in the weeds on the edge of the mountain, and a black shadow emerged in the blink of an eye.
Li Sheng was frightened and instinctively raised his crossbow and flew out.
Zhao Ying concentrated his mind and hit Li Sheng's arm with the handle of the knife. The arrow branch was tilted and penetrated into the rocks on the edge of the road.
The soldiers looked closely and saw that a black and white dog was revealed.
The hair was dirty and sticky, one of the hind legs was broken, and blood was oozing out of the abdomen. It was obviously seriously injured, but its eyes were clear, and a hint of urgency was faintly revealed in its vigilance.
Zhao Ying was surprised that the dog's eyes seemed to be able to speak. It held a gray straw basket in its mouth, glanced at the soldiers in its ranks, turned its head and staggered along the mountain road.
After pondering for a moment, Zhao Ying whispered a few words and then rode his horse to follow him.
Soon they walked along the mountain road and bypassed a mess of dead trees. Everyone stopped and stopped.
I saw a broken temple in front of me, with three corpses lying upside down in front of the door. I looked like a bandit, and I was drunk and I was bitten off my throat and died of excessive blood loss.
Just listen to a 'ah woo'.
The puppy they tracked struggled and dragged their remaining bodies into the temple gate.
Then, the barking of dogs sounded from the temple gate.
Zhao Ying got off the horse, took the torch and entered the temple gate. When she looked up, she saw a woman who couldn't see her age curled up in the corner of the wall, with large pieces of blood dyed on her chest. The puppy was tightly pressed against her body, her head rubbed against her face, her eyes were filled with tears, and her throat was snoring.
The basket fell to the ground and broke into pieces, revealing a black clay pot, which seemed to contain some soup.
"Wang!"
The dog struggled hard and used its last strength to arch the clay pot to the woman's side.
Its eyes gradually became a little confused. On the spot, there was a large area of ​​red blood mud. The woman's body trembled slightly and opened her eyes. The puppy's eyes lit up. She struggled to put her head over and gently licked the master's pale face.
She sighed, quietly looking at its bloody belly, rubbing its hair affectionately, listening to the snoring sound from her dog's throat, but she smiled with tears: "Little persimmon, don't be afraid."
Zhao Ying suddenly felt a little sour in her heart. She could see that she had reached the point of dying and was afraid she could not survive. So was the tiny dog, but he still stepped forward, half-kneeled down and touched her pulse. After touching it for a while, he swallowed it with a sigh and asked softly: "My lady, do you still have a wish?"
The woman's pupils gradually spread. When she heard this, she trembled, her lips squirmed, and she opened her mouth but couldn't speak. Zhao Ying got closer. The woman was already dead and muttered to herself: "My life is just a joke, just a joke!"
Before the sentence was finished, her hands fell to the ground, and the dog snuggled up to her owner, and a peaceful smile was frozen on the face of a dog.
Zhao Ying sighed and reached out to tidy up her hair and clothes. She could only simply tell her to leave two people and buy a coffin for the lady and her beloved dog so that she could give birth to a burial.
"Loyal dog protects the owner, you two will probably not be too lonely when you walk together on the road to the underworld."
...
Gu Xiang knew that he was dreaming.
The people in the dream cannot see her or hear her speak.
But this dream was really a bit terrible and strange.
Chapter completed!