Looking at the back of Ye Hua and Hua Xuanji holding hands, the corners of the prophet's lips curled up with satisfaction...
He believed that Hua Xuanji could bring Ye Hua happiness...
He read that little girl correctly...
But...How long can this happiness last...b Time travel novel:b
Looking at Xiaojiu's prophet holding a wine glass on one side, he reached out and took the wine glass to put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.
Then he narrowed his eyes and said to Xiaojiu: "Can you give me another cup?"
Xiaojiu glanced at the prophet in confusion, but he nodded and greeted the people outside, took the wine pot and poured another glass.
Nodded with satisfaction, the rough fingers slowly rubbed the fine lines on the silver cup. The prophet pursed his lips and turned his head to Xiaojiu and continued:
"Please help me grind ink..."
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The dark cell is filled with a pungent smell of decay from time to time, and the sound of men or women moaning or crying for justice can be heard.
Occasionally, a mouse whizzed past his feet, everything was so dirty
At the end of the cell is an extremely spacious room
The room is very different from other places. The whole room is covered with clean straw and warm cotton wool.
And in the corner of the cell was a black-haired woman in pure white clothes lying.
Her hands and feet were tied with white cotton belts without looking carefully, you can see Yin Hong's blood stains on it. It was obvious that it was a new injury.
The pale face was not slightly bloody, and the bright eyes became dim and looked straight up. The bricks and tiles on the top of the head that had been going on for several years, even forgetting when they blinked.
The clang of the lock unlocking did not catch her thoughts back. She just kept the movement. If it weren't for the faint ups and downs on her chest, people would even think that the corpse was placed in front of her.
Ming Ruyu's appearance at this time made the prophet's heart twitch again. He took a deep breath and took a deep breath from Xiaojiu's hand and waved him to go out first. Then he slowly turned around and seemed to be gone. He said softly like a big decision:
"Yu'er..."
A familiar voice reminded Ming Ruyu's eyes finally reacted. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but he did not put his eyes on the prophet.
A cold humming voice mixed with a kind of sarcasm
"I wonder if the grand Supreme Emperor of Dayang came to this small cell to see my miserable situation. Now I am satisfied with seeing it. Can you get out of here?" b Time travel novel: b
"Yu'er" slowly bent down and placed the wine glass on the ground. The prophet moved forward and slowly sat in front of her:
"I haven't woken up yet...Yehua... I guess I won't live long. I'll have enough revenge. Can you let yourself go? Can you hand over Yehua's antidote..."
"Let me go" suddenly sat up and accidentally touched the wound on his wrist. Ming Ruyu didn't even make a sound of hissing, his eyes looking at the prophet, filled with raging anger.
"My tendons and legs were broken. Why did you let me go? Yu Ran didn't expect that I still haven't fought you in the end, but don't worry, as long as I still have a breath, I will definitely not let you get better. Want an antidote... …Haha…then you want to go…”
"How else do you have to stop taking revenge on Yu'er? I really know my mistake. I swear I won't lie to you again. Ruyu. Do you know that for so many years, whenever I close my eyes, there is the bloody Yu'er in front of me. Do you know how much I regret... I have lied to you..."
I wanted to refute and put it in my mouth. Ming Ruyu suddenly widened her eyes like a ghost. When there was blood in front of her, she reacted in vain. The hoarse voice suddenly rang through the entire prison.
"What are you going to do, you're crazy"
"I'm not crazy..." The prophet's face was covered with sweat beads, and a wrinkled face turned pale as paper: "I know you hate me like this, as long as you don't forgive me for a moment, I will be with me. Cut a piece of flesh on your body until you forgive..."
As he said that, the shaky dagger cuts it hard on his wrist again
"Let go..." Pin Jin's whole body of power hit the dagger. Tears slowly slid down Ming Ruyu's pale eyes, and the sound from the mouth was choked and hoarse:
"Why are you doing this for a bottle of antidote? You just practice yourself like this for a bottle of antidote. You really care so much about you and the son she gave birth to."
"No..." The hand holding the dagger slowly dropped and took a deep breath. It was all bloody. The hand with blood was struggling to hold up Ming Ruyu's cheek. The green eyes of the prophet were full of Dharma ignorance. firm
"I am trying to redeem my hurt to you... Although I know that these are never as good as the suffering you have suffered, this is the only thing I can do."
He wanted to avoid his hand but he pressed it tightly. Ming Ruyu's face was covered with tears and his mouth was just repeated.
"Why do you have to do it?"
"Ru Yu..." The prophet's green eyes were filled with sincerity again, and moved forward. The body prompted the two of them to press against each other's foreheads. The warm breath blew on Ming Ru Yu's wet cheeks.
"Actually, no one blames us for the fact that fate made us meet too late. I didn't plead for Ye Hua... It's just that we let us settle the grievances of our older generation... They are actually innocent."
The lips like withered petals trembled slightly, Ming Ruyu's voice choked and trembled: "You are not born, I am born, I am born, I am born, Laojun hates me, I am born, I am born, I am hated, I am born, I am hated, I am born, I am sorry that Ye Hua's poison has been cured."
The prophet immediately grabbed another glass of wine. The two crossed their hands to drink the wine. The blood was spreading underneath the prophet. The prophet pursed their lips and smiled slightly. :
"Actually, I knew that if there was a next life, we must meet first... This time I will never miss you..."
"Dingdang" is the sound of the wine glass falling to the ground Ming Ruyu's mouth, a trace of blood appeared from Yin Hong's blood, regardless of the pain of her wrist, and used all her strength to grasp the prophet's big hand.
"It must..." b Travel novel:b
"It must..." He reached out and slowly closed Ming Ruyu's tightly opened eyes. The prophet put down the wine glass in his hand, grabbed the dagger that had fallen to the ground and stabbed it hard into his chest...