The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

"Lena, you're awake." A black figure came from the corner of the room, scarlet liquid flowed at his feet, leaving a row of bloody footprints on the expensive wooden floor .

Lena's eyes were full of mist, she sat up from the bed in a trance, and the thick quilt fell down, revealing her messy hair and sweaty face.

"Lena, why are you hiding under the quilt?" The black figure finally walked to the bedside. With a gentle smile, he touched his stiff face, and then stretched out his hand to slowly stroke Lena's blond hair. The strands were soaked in blood red.

But Ke Lena seemed to be ignorant, she raised her head in a daze, and murmured: "Brother, I had a dream."

"I dreamed that you... died."

"It was killed by that woman."

After hearing this, Julian still smiled gently. He hugged his sister, and more blood oozed from his body, sticking to Lena's face and hands...

But he seemed quite satisfied, lifted his sister's face, admired her blood-stained face, and wiped it lightly with his fingers: "But you also know that it was just a dream."

"Now you wake up from the dream, brother is still by your side."

As if inspired by these words, Lena whimpered and hugged Julian tightly. Following her movements, more blood gushed out of Julian's body and flowed onto Lena's body like flowing water.

"Brother, let's go back to Germany...I don't want to stay here anymore, let's go back." Lena's voice was full of pleading.

She didn't care whether it was a dream or not, she just wanted to escape from all this with her brother.

"Okay, let's go back."

"Soon, you will be able to go back." Julian's words, like a hypnotic requiem tune, slowly rang in Lena's ears.

The scenery in front of her eyes began to change slowly, as if she had really returned to her hometown with her brother.

The building blocks they played with when they were children are scattered on the gorgeous carpet, a strong flame is burning in the fireplace not far away, a sliced ​​cake is placed on the table, and the blunt knife is still stuck in the sweet cream... …

With Julian's support, Lena swayed towards everything, her gaze seemed to be attracted by the silver handle, she just wanted to get closer to it step by step, and then gently held it .

"Lena, can you cut another piece of cake for my brother?" Julian's voice still lingered in her ears, like the most gentle seduction in the world.

"Let's add some more cream, let the knife touch the cake gently, and the layer of cream will... slide down."

"Just a thin layer and you'll be fine."

Lena nodded like a puppet, and slowly raised the hand holding the knife, but it was not the cake, but her calf under her nightdress.

"Hurry up, Lena, brother can't wait." Julian urged again, his smile was still so gentle, and his gentle face seemed to fall off the next moment.

"Okay, okay—" Lena responded in a low voice, but her hands were not very flexible, the sharp tip of the knife became unsteady, and penetrated deeply into the flesh.

This sudden severe pain brought her instant sobriety, a gleam of light flashed across Lena's eyes, and it was about to disappear soon.

But at this moment, the door of the room, which had been silent for a long time, was knocked in panic and anxiety: "Miss Lena! Miss Lena!"

"Sir's... skin, it's gone!"

This sudden cry made the pain that had not dissipated suddenly vivid.

"Ah!" Lena's eyes widened, looking at her bloody hand and the knife deeply inserted into her calf in horror, her body twitched due to severe pain.

After getting used to the pain a little bit, a bone-piercing chill filled her body like a ghost.

Lena didn't even have the courage to look up. The maid outside the door heard her scream and patted on the door even more worriedly: "Miss! Miss, what's wrong with you!"

Lena was trembling and twitching all over, trying to call for help, but she could only make a broken sound when she opened her mouth trembling.

"Lena, my sister, what's the matter with you?" At this moment, the person standing in front of her took another step closer and reached out to hold her shoulder.

"Ah—" Lena yelled again, desperately trying to break free from the opponent, but the wound on her leg was touched as soon as she stepped back, causing her to fall heavily to the ground.

"no no……"

"Leina, don't be afraid, I'm your brother." The man in front of him condescendingly strangled Lena's neck, forcing Lena to raise her head to meet his face.

Now Lena couldn't even cry out, she was panting hard, her eyes were almost bursting out, looking desperately at the face that belonged to her brother, Julian, dripping water continuously blood drop.

It was a drop or two at first, and then more and more, the dark red blood almost congealed into a small stream, splashing on Lena's head.

No, there was more than blood, the blood was also mixed with broken skin, and small pieces of flesh and blood, mottled and cracked from Julian's face.

In extreme panic, Lena exerted unimaginable strength and pushed "Julian" in front of her, but she didn't expect that instead of pushing him away, it made his body tilt heavily, and the already precarious The whole face fell off, like a rotten persimmon, and fell on Lena's face with blood and mud.

The sticky blood just stuck her mouth and nose, Lena felt that she was about to suffocate, and even though she was able to breathe hard, she didn't know whether it was blood or air that she inhaled.

At the last moment when she was on the verge of death, the flesh and blood on her face was suddenly peeled off again, and even the strength on her neck loosened a little.

Lena fell powerlessly to the ground, and then crawled and tried to escape, but was grabbed by the hair again.

"Don't you want to see who I am?" A voice sounded from behind her, but this time it was no longer Julian's voice she was familiar with, but a sinister female voice.

"Your brother used my face for so long, and even when he died, he still knew how to return it to me."

"But you used my calf skin, why don't you return it?"

Lena's face was covered with blood and tears. She already knew who it was, and she also knew that she was doomed to escape today, so she just continued to crawl forward instinctively.

"Don't worry," the shameless Zhao Yanzi leaned over Lena's back, and said with a smile in her ear, "I've changed my mind now, I don't want you to die so quickly."

"Let someone outside make a call and call Zhao Qingya."

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In the Zhao family's small garden near the water, Zhao Qingya restlessly leaned against the fence.

It was almost dusk, and after returning from the Villette Clinic, Zhao Qingchun personally brought the servants at home to guard her side every step of the way.

But even so, Zhao Qingya still didn't feel at ease, and always felt that something was coming.

At this moment, a little girl in the front hall hurried over and said to her, "Miss, Miss Claus called and asked you to come over."

Zhao Qingya's eyelids twitched heavily, and her chest felt uncomfortable. Zhao Qingchun, who was reading a book, hurriedly shouted: "What time is it going to go out? I called back and said that Xiaoya is not feeling well and can't go out."

The little girl didn't know what happened, but she was so frightened and nodded after being scolded by the young master, she was about to run back.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw a young servant running along the long corridor, shouting: "Eldest young master, the second young master of the Qi family is also calling, let the young lady answer it quickly."

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In the small western building, Qi Chensheng put down the phone, and the lead bone butterfly hovered beside his walking stick, shining phosphorescent light continuously.

Wang Luan came from the bed. He stretched out his slender fingers with crimson rings, and undid several agate buttons on his neckline, revealing the white neck and under the collarbone, the piece of canary bird skin.

Qi Chensheng leaned against the table, his eyes moved slowly following Wang Luan, and when he approached, he suddenly stretched out his hand to imprison him in his arms.

Wang Luan obediently leaned against Qi Chensheng's chest, raised his eyes a little, reached out and stroked his chin and asked, "How is Miss Zhao?"

Qi Chensheng didn't answer, his dark gray eyes stared at the delicate bird tattoo through the half-open neckline, after a while he finally couldn't help it, bowed his head and kissed deeply.

"Ninth Brother, I suddenly feel reluctant to let you fly out of the cage—"