The host of the beauty is holding a beautiful murder

Chapter 396 I, Pan Jinlian, Scum (16)

Yun Yuan covered his mouth, tears overflowed from his eyes.

Tears wet my fingers.

Originally, Yun Yuan thought that she said this to Wu Song.

She never expected that she could hear Wu Song talking to her.

Even though his name is Wu Song now, and the name of his proposal is Pan Jinlian, Yun Yuan is still dizzy from the overwhelming joy.

She couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north, she couldn't see near and far.

Her mind and eyes were full of the man in front of her.

"Okay." Yun Yuan felt that he opened his small mouth, and the upper and lower lips separated and closed again.

She couldn't hear her own voice, but she said yes.

Okay, let's get married, Junhao.

In the days to come, we will never be separated again.

……

Shabby little house, shabby wedding.

The word "囍" was pasted on the door, window, and wall. Red candles and two small wine glasses were prepared, and the wedding of only two people began like this.

No one shouted one obeisance to heaven and earth, and two obeisances to the high hall, so Yun Yuan yelled by himself.

There were no guests, no words of congratulations, and he took Yun Yuan's hand back to the room.

Yun Yuan was sitting on the bed, holding a long wooden stick, and raised the red hijab...

On a quiet night, the red candles burn out.

All the clothes faded away, lingering to death.

……

Three days later.

Yun Yuan is holding a wooden basin, ready to go to the stream in the village to wash clothes.

Their house was at the foot of the mountain, which was sold to them by a hunter in the mountain, and it was some distance away from the village below the mountain.

Although it was very quiet on weekdays and no one came and went, Yun Yuan especially enjoyed this tranquility.

When he reached the upper stream, Yun Yuan started to wash clothes.

Like other women in the village, she does her best to be a good lady who cares about her husband.

Since coming here, Fei Rongrong and Ji Yu have been driven by Yun Yuan to play in other places, so as not to disturb her and his Xanadu.

She is satisfied.

She hopes to spend this life happily here.

After washing the clothes, Yun Yuan returned the same way with the tub in his hands.

Walking halfway, I don't know why, and I feel flustered for no reason.

Yun Yuan quickened his pace and returned to the gate of the courtyard, but suddenly stopped. .

taste.

The taste of blood.

Yun Yuan put down the wooden basin, pushed open the wooden door, and walked to the door very lightly.

With his hand on the doorknob, the strong smell of blood filled his nostrils.

As a result, she already knew.

But she suddenly didn't have the courage to face it.

"Junyou, I finally met you, don't leave me, otherwise..." Yun Yuan lowered his head, chuckled, and ethereal words came out of her mouth: "I can't guarantee that these clean hands will be destroyed Soaked in blood."

She pushed open the door expressionlessly.

I saw Wu Song falling to the ground with his body and head separated.

All the blood in the body was drained, staining the floor red.

"Junyu... I'm going to break my promise to you." Yun Yuan whispered softly, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Many, many years ago, she promised him that she would be a kind and innocent person.

He said her hands should not have been holding a knife and should not have been stained with blood.

But he's dead, and she won't obey.

She was originally a person who had no principled bottom line, until she met him, he became her principle and bottom line.

The principle is gone, the bottom line is gone, what else can we stick to.

Gone.

Then...

……

This year, the court was in turmoil.

I don't know what kind of force it is, with Ximen's family as the head, and the first-rank ministers as the tail, a series of treacherous officials and sycophants died unexpectedly.

……

The top of a high mountain.

Holding a cup of ashes in his hands, Yun Yuan stared at the tombstone in front of him, and slowly walked down the pit.

She sat in the pit, put the ashes on her body, and used her hands to push the soil into the pit bit by bit.

Holding the ashes, Yun Yuan buried himself alive.

Buried alive with his ashes.

In the end, the two arms forced their way into the soil, hugged the ashes of the person she had been looking for for hundreds of years, and left with the corners of their lips raised.

(End of this chapter)