Zhu Lan is dead

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Lin Cijing's hair and pressed her against the railing. Almost half of his body was stretched out of the window sill. At this moment, all the messy buns were loosened. Blooming like a lotus in water.

"You lunatic..." Lin Cijing could hardly cry, tears fell drop by drop, his pale face was full of despair.

"No matter how crazy I am, I will still remember you..."

Zuo Yi looked at her and smiled, his eyes seemed to be filled with tenderness, but the hand holding Lin Cijing was loosening up little by little, the arm that was almost hanging her whole body was releasing its strength little by little, as long as he just let go hand, the woman in front of him that he has missed for a long time will disappear in an instant.

"Don't do this..." Like a dry spring, the empty expression has lost its former glory, and the slender fingers almost pinched red marks on Zuo Yi's arm, "I beg you, don't treat me like this..."

"..."

"Do you remember what you said to me when you were a child?" Lin Cijing looked at him with tears in his eyes, "You said you want to be nice to me, you said you want to live a long life with me..."

"But now... you want me to die..."

"..."

"Zuo Yi...you broke your promise..."

"..."

*

"My lord."

Jin Yuanyi walked over calmly, holding a longbow in his hand.

"..."

Jin Yuanyi frowned, his expression became serious, "Give it a go, maybe you can save your wife?"

"..." His eyes fell on the longbow, but he hesitated a little. He didn't know that he had always been so indecisive. He put on armor on the battlefield and took people's lives. Once the long arrow is fired, it is a life. The blood in his hands has always been stained by murder, but now he uses such a sharp weapon to save people...

It's just that he still doesn't have the qualifications to shoulder human life.

Reaching out to take the longbow, pinching the nock of the arrow with his thumb and index finger, the scene of competing with Zuo Yi in the midfield was vivid in his memory, this time, this man should have washed away all his sins with his own blood!

*

It's just that accidents always come unexpectedly, together with God's mentality of playing tricks on people, people can't figure it out.

The arrow in his hand was not yet ready to be shot, but Lin Cijing suddenly struggled. The man who was still on the edge of chaos suddenly looked like a frightened beast, his fingers suddenly lost strength, and the cold light in the corner of his eye disappeared instantly. It hit him coldly like an overwhelming tide.

"what--"

The scream was swallowed by the cold wind in an instant, and that thin body was smashed to the ground in an instant.

The fingers that were holding onto his arm tightly were suddenly thrown away by him, and the cold light from the corner of his eyes followed in an instant, piercing Zuo Yi's shoulder fiercely.

It's just that it's too late, and all the pain will be washed into blood by the memories.

"Zuo Yi...you broke your promise..."

"..."

*

All the skeletons seem to have been completely broken up and reassembled, or the body seems to have been crushed heavily by something huge.

There was a heart-piercing pain in the chest cavity, it was said to be heart-piercing, but it was true, probably a broken rib accidentally pierced through the internal organs, and there was a burst of burning pain every breath.

Bright red blood flowed out of her throat unconsciously, Lin Cijing tightly pursed her mouth, trying to block the tide-like bloody smell, but this overwhelming feeling almost drowned her to death, the corners of her nose and mouth became more and more More and more, more and more turbulent, she will never try that uncomfortable feeling again in her life...

However, it seems that this is the only time. After she tries, she probably won't have another chance.

"Ah……"

It was as if the sky was spinning in front of my eyes, making people confused, and even the sight that touched my eyes dimmed, but there was a clear and rough panting sound in my ears, and when my head almost hit the ground, a pair of hands supported me .

The tentacles can't feel the coldness, only a burst of warmth, unable to move, and cast a slight glance over.

Will that person who has always been indifferent to him be touched?

It's really funny, I can't let go of what I shouldn't let go, but I never let go of it. After all, it's because she is too greedy and doesn't know how to be satisfied, and now I have to pay such a heavy price to get this look.

Sighing reluctantly, "My lord... finally knows... pity the fragrance and cherish the jade..."

Looking at the almost dying woman in front of him, Yu Changqi felt a numb tingling pain in his heart. The body in his arms was so thin that it was almost like a pussy willow, and the blood on his fingers made him shrink for a while.

He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. After all, he blamed him for owing too much, and all the grief had to bet on his own life.

"I'll take you home..."

Looking down at the blood-covered woman, Yu Changqi said calmly. He wanted to reach out and hug her by the waist, but he found that his fingers trembled subconsciously, and his shoulders and arms seemed to be drained of strength. limp.

Lin Cijing looked at him and shook his head helplessly, "It's useless... I can't go back..."

His fingers froze, and his body seemed to be imprisoned by the cold wind.

She moved her fingers, and a gust of cold wind poured down her throat on her back, blocking her with the smelly and sticky blood, making her gag. With trembling fingers, she grabbed Yu Changqi's red-stained skirt, and her eyes were full of smiles.

Yu Changqi looked at her and looked down subconsciously, only to find that Lin Cijing was holding a blood-stained thing in his hand at some point, so dirty that he couldn't see the original appearance clearly.

"This...was done a long time ago, but...there was no chance..." At this point, the voice that was originally as thin as a gossamer suddenly trembled indistinctly, and her eyes were full of tears, but they were bright red.

"..."

The silkworm woven belt with a black plain surface has a lock cloud pattern outlined by silver threads on the four corners. Although it looks simple, it feels very comfortable to the touch and workmanship, and more importantly, it is unique...

The day Zuo Yi took the belt away from her hand with a smile appeared in her mind. Although it has been a long time, it is not too late to give it now. She just wants to be selfish and wants this person to use it. Once, the belt she wove by herself...

Although already dirty, after all, unique...

*

Why bother……

After holding back for a long time, Yu Changqi finally didn't say anything. Thinking of the woman's struggle just now, it must be because of this belt...

"I see." Yu Changqi lowered his head, held Lin Cijing's increasingly cold hand, and breathed slowly.

"Hmm..." Lin Cijing looked at her and smiled slightly. Although he felt very sorry, he seemed to be satisfied. He still had a lot to say, but it seemed that it was going to be too late...

Endured and endured, finally a mouthful of blood was sprayed out directly, covering the sleeves and face, and the breathing became cold gradually...

"..."

His knees were against the cold slate, but the body in his arms was even colder than the slate. He quietly watched the breathing of the person in front of him gradually weaken, and suddenly felt that this moment of life and death was nothing more than that.

Just such a moment, but it has already killed her whole life.

"Nothing is fair in this world..." There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his pale neck was stained with blood, the bright red color was like the other side flower blooming in the depths of hell, and there was a little tenderness in his eyebrows and eyes, "Is that right... ..."

Stretching out his hand to cover those cloudy eyes, suddenly, a person laughed out loud.

*

"Who do you think he chose?"

A voice that was no longer familiar sounded in his ears, as if with a hint of lamentation.

"Life is only a few decades, like morning dew." A hand was placed on the shoulder, and a warm breath came from the neck, "And the falling flowers cannot withstand the ruthlessness of running water..."

"Just let her go..."

"..."

The bright red in the ice and snow in front of him seemed to be reflected in the eyes, which was so bright and beautiful, but it was always dazzling.

"What else is there to commemorate..." Zhou Huaiqi leaned on him, her expression seemed to be tinged with sadness, "Amorous people are often more ruthless than anyone else. Look at that woman, what did she get when she died?"

"..." There was a moment of silence, but there seemed to be a long-overdue dull pain in the breath, and a wisp of white gas dissipated in the air, "...I don't know."

Zhou Huaiqi refused to let it go easily, and said as usual: "There is no certainty about these things. You have seen how ruthless Yu Changqi is today..."

"Aren't you afraid that you will end up like that woman in the future?"

The officers and soldiers who had surrounded the restaurant grabbed Zuo Yi and all retreated. The originally cold street was filled with people all of a sudden, but the surrounding area was still quiet, except for the whistling wind, the rest of the Yes, it is just the same silence and speechlessness.

"How is it possible..." Eyelashes trembled slightly, wisps of snowflakes fell softly, and the sockets of his eyes turned red unknowingly, but Ye Fanji couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Hmph." Zhou Huaiqi sneered and said, "People who don't have a long memory, if you die because of him one day, don't blame me for not collecting your body..."

When the crowd dispersed, the dark red color left on the ground was gradually buried with the falling snow.

Ye Fan turned around a few times, rubbed his nose with his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "Then you wait, my life is long?"

"Hmph." Zhou Huaiqi glanced at him, then reached out to cover the cloak outside the robe, "Then let's go, before I still need you..."

"Ah."

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The most unbearable in the human world, Zhu Yan's speech from the mirror, the flower's speech from the tree.