Few people know how terrible that cruel killing was in the last night of Jingrun’s 21st year.
The ground was covered with red blood, the sword was broken, and the sword was broken. How many pairs of eyes had not been closed and looked straight towards the hazy sky. How many blood flowed out of their chests stained the strange flowers and plants in the yard.
There were only a few dozen corpses living and leaving.
The shouting outside the hall did not break the tranquility inside, the dead no longer opened their eyes, the lost woman was hugged in the blood-filled arms and speechless, the dragon among the people who roared proudly in the world was also silent The thick ink-colored clothes were scattered all over the ground, and the dark red stained with bleeding was covered with blood.
Floating produces emptiness, who will live and die together?
He never fears loneliness, but after first taste of the feeling of being with one person, he never wants to return to loneliness.
Those days that were together side by side were the only ones that could help him unload his cold memories.
"People, the situation outside has basically been controlled. More than 30 people including Xiyingfeng escaped in the chaos. Hua Yu has led people to follow him. There are dozens of other prisoners waiting for disposal in the courtyard." Chen Yuqing He lowered his head and clasped his fists, but his eyes couldn't help but look at Wei Moyan's chest.
The sword was very deep, but fortunately it was not on the vital point, but I was afraid that blood would cause life to flow for too long. However, he did not dare to persuade him. The man could no longer tolerate any human affairs, only wood and desolation.
The red string is more than his life, and the small conflict is almost separated by heaven and man forever. Now his soul is scattered and he doesn't know where to return, and the Pavilion Master's heart has also fallen to where he has scattered.
The bright figure broke into the hall. Chen Yuqing wanted to stop him, but when he saw the sad look on the young flower face, he couldn't bear it and let her fall next to Cheng Xiaobai like crying. Princess Anping is not a bad person. She is just a little girl who is clearly apart from love and hate. She is just now without fear of exposing the wind in front of so many people in the martial arts world. She really puts life and death aside.
The deep palace and imperial city, a girl who has been lonely for half her life.
In fact, who is not lonely in this bloody world?
The crying sound of a childish child alarmed the sky. The haze for several days, the white ice flowers that were crying for whom were falling, and another rare snow fell silently.
That piece of white is like paying homage to the pure creatures that have disappeared.
"Snow, it's snowing!" The clean crystal fell on the fingertips, and Jiuhe, which grew in Baiyue, even forgot where he was and exclaimed.
Is it snow?
I haven't seen snow since I came back from Donghu.
——I will clear the world for you, even if it is the true emperor and the emperor of the country. When all the troubles end, the flowers in Lanling will bloom into snow, and the world of Donghu will be vast. I will go wherever you want to go. Stay by your side until you and I go to Jiuquan together.
He had promised her in the severe cold.
"Qingluan, it's snowing." The man with a dark face hugged the woman in his arms, who was like a walking corpse, and his slender fingers lingered on his pale cheeks, leaving a long blood mark.
She still didn't respond.
The blood in her chest should be the hottest, why can't she melt her coldness? He would rather use the blood in her body to exchange for her gaze at her, even if she is in the cycle of reincarnation for three lifetimes, she just wants her to be immortal and her soul will be immortal, and she will be gone with him. This life is entangled.
Until the red candle's tears dried up, the haggard girl cried so hard that she was still silent.
After careful look, they were all fainted.
"Shaobi." Chen Yuqing sighed and waved tiredly, "I asked someone to prepare the car. The head of the pavilion is seriously injured. Hongxian... take it back together."
The ingenious and agile man outside the hall nodded, and a hint of sigh flashed when he turned around.
From the trip to southern Xinjiang, he felt that something was missing between the two. Now it seems that this is the main cause of today's tragedy. They care too much about each other but don't believe in each other too much.
The ambition of the Chonghua Sect was exposed in front of the world, despised by all the righteous martial arts. At the same time, some people began to question the truth about the death of Wei Bugui, the former leader of the martial arts world nine years ago. The largest sect in the world and the respected Ximen overnight
The Lord became the focus of discussion on the streets and alleys, but no one cared about the tragic death of the innocent boy.
For the world, Cheng Xiaobai is just a passerby who is not stained with dust, but for him, the world is a disaster that he cannot escape, and an endless disaster that he cannot forget, and a thought that he cannot forget.
His death has nothing to do with the world.
When the body was transported back to Cheng Mansion in Lanling, Cheng Xiangong fainted on the spot. After waking up, he was already covered in snowy hair. It was so sad that the white-haired man sent a black-haired man.
Compared with his excited father, the widow of the young master of the Cheng family was extremely calm, and his eyes were unbearable to look at him.
The thin coffin was lifted, and the person lying quietly inside seemed to be just sleeping, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and a fair face with a smile. When he left, Xi Shaoyuan and his sister must be by his side, so he would be like this.
happiness.
Yun Yirong cried without tears. In the mourning hall, when Prince Wuchen's confidante Prince Anping fainted from crying, she still couldn't wait for a tear. It's not that she was not sad, but that she was heartbroken and had no tears long ago
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It was her own hands that harmed the man who treated her the best and most gentle man in the world.
She wanted to give up everything she wanted to spend her life with him. Why did God refuse to give her this opportunity? Is this the punishment for her sinister heart? If it is a punishment, why would she not let her die but the most innocent and kind person?
Cheng Xiaobai disappeared from now on?
It is so cruel to punish her for dying alone and no one cherishes her anymore.
"Sister Yun, Xiao Bai never blamed you for what you did. He still remembered you until his death, but he had no choice..."
Listening to Lian Shi's words, Yun Yifeng smiled, just like the fragrance of medicine that has not dissipated for many years, light and elegant.
Cheng Xiaobai, the person you love is a lunatic. She can betray you for your own desires and hurt you, or even lose your life. You know clearly why you still have to fly into a fire and you will be overturned to the point that it is not worthy of your love.
Who is not worthy of her? She is not worthy of her.
Yun Yiying knelt in front of the spiritual throne for a whole night.
A year ago, she was busy helping her father diagnose and decoct medicine in the clinic at home. A year later, she knelt in front of the person who loved her the most but died because of her. Everything started because of one person.
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Red strings. Xia Qingluan.
Without her being injured and moved into the clinic, she would not have met that cold and mysterious man, and would not have fallen into love;
Without her taking away that person's heart, she would not have done everything she could to do and was eventually driven out of Poyue Pavilion and left him and was insulted;
Without her being a burden to Cheng Xiaobai with a debt, she should be the happiest woman in the world now, and she will be with her husband who is not strong but loves her deeply forever;
Without her, no disaster would have happened.
The cold candlelight in the mourning hall was extinguished, and everything was silent under the night. The young woman in mourning clothes suddenly laughed, her voice getting louder and louder, as desolate as ice and hatred as fire.
There is nothing left, home, happiness, the one who loves her, the one she loves, the home. There is only one thing left in the miserable life.
Hate, a heart-wrenching hatred!
He leaned on the vermilion coffin, his thin back was trembling with a smile, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes almost crazy.
"Xia Qingluan, you can't own what I can't get. I want you to lose everything, and you will pay for your blood debts!"
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