Qian Weiran no longer knew what language to use to explain her complicated mood. It wasn't until she turned to the last page that she realized that she couldn't bear to know that this poignant story was originally called, One King and Two
His Royal Highness Shaosan.
From the distant past life to the present, I don’t know how many springs and autumns have passed, and I don’t know how many cold winters and heats have passed. To Mu Qingcheng, she owed him three lifetimes of love, how could she repay it?
Now Qian Weiran finally knows why, she has had these trivial fragments in her mind since she was very young, just because she was just Mu Qingcheng. In his previous life, he was the king admired by thousands of people, but he would rather die just because of his beauty.
In the hands of your beloved.
"What's wrong with you?" Li Li was a little annoyed. Qian Weiran only cared about herself and didn't care if others were worried about her. She even didn't say a word. Mu Qingcheng didn't have that much patience.
"..."
Qian Weiran's face was covered with tears, and her vision had already been soaked and blurred. Looking at the handwriting on the yellowed album, which was already wet with Qian Weiran's tears, Qian Weiran hesitated whether to turn to the next page.
, at this time, Li Qiye was completely anxious: "Don't play tricks, I don't have the patience, you'd better wait until the consequences of playing with me!!"
Qian Weiran was not in the mood to pay attention to Li Moli, and finally opened the last page of the album, but strangely, only half of the drawing came into view, and the other half was torn off inexplicably. What exactly is this?
Why?
Even the corners of the album were stained with blood that had dried for a long time. Although it was covered with dust, you could still tell that it was blood stains. The light stain wiped off the thick layer of dust on the surface with your hands.
, vaguely saw a picture like this.
Several men seemed to be fighting over something like a book. Only one of the smarter men snatched the album, tore half of the last page, and put it in his mouth. Unexpectedly,
He was stabbed to death by the last man and snatched the book back.
The blurred lines on the last page of the album read:
Three lives and three lives, one life is not over yet, what will happen in the next life?
This love and this intention are destined to each other, but they should be reciprocated in this life.
If you want to untie it, blood must be sacrificed......
"Blood as a sacrifice?" Qian Weiran wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and couldn't help but wonder, what secret is hidden in this poem, and what does the blood as a sacrifice refer to? What is the incomplete thing at the end????
Li Mo Li took the album and looked at it carefully. He didn't expect that this poem didn't exist before, but as soon as it came into Qian Weiran's hands, he had this poem. What's the reason for this?
"I see……"
What a smart person Mo Li is. From Qian Weiran's series of performances just now, he has already figured out that Qian Weiran must have something to do with this album. Otherwise, it would be impossible for this poem to appear. Since, blood
As a sacrifice, then, just do it!!
Not knowing where Li Li got the dagger, he immediately dragged Qian Weiran to the coffin and cut her finger with the dagger. Immediately, blood flowed onto the coffin, but there was no reaction.
"Strange??" There is no way his guess is wrong!
"You make a cut yourself and put it on my blood..."
Qian Weiran's face was expressionless, but he could already guess what the next sentence was. The combination of yin and yang can solve the problem.
There is no next chapter, let’s read something else first