The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Zhao Qingya got into the car nervously. Outside the car window was the Old West City at dusk, with various peddlers passing through the streets and alleys, appearing ordinary and lively.

She glanced back at the gate of Zhao Mansion, Zhao Qingchun was still standing there, he had offered to accompany his sister many times, but Zhao Qingya finally refused.

The car started to move slowly, Zhao Qingya also slowly looked away, and sat in the car to go to Qingyangfang.

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The curtains in the room have all been drawn, and Lena is sitting by the window, with steaming black tea on the small table in front of her.

Her originally fair face now looked bloodless due to her paleness.The hand holding the teacup kept trembling, and the tea in the cup would slosh out from time to time, spilling on her randomly changed skirt.

But Lena has no time to care about this stain, after all, under the round table, the blood oozing from her calf has already soaked through layers of skirt.

The door was knocked without warning, and Lena looked panicked at the darkened corner of the room, and adjusted her expression in panic. When the door was knocked for the second time, she said tremblingly: "come in."

Someone pushed open the door from the outside, and the setting sun followed, scattering golden, illusory light.

"Leina, what happened?" Zhao Qingya walked in slowly, stepping on the floor, the pale golden shadow of the sun.

She looked extremely haggard, and Lena suddenly felt unspeakable guilt, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Qing Ya, I'm sorry."

"What?" Although Zhao Qingya also expected that this trip would not be easy, she was subconsciously confused when faced with Lena's sudden apology.

Lena was completely speechless, the cup containing the black tea fell to the ground, but she could only cover her face with her hands, and burst into tears.

"Leina, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Qingya was about to step forward to comfort Lena, but suddenly there was applause from the corner of the room.

She subconsciously turned her head to look, but saw a woman with loose long hair clapping her hands and slowly walking out of the darkness.

Most of the woman's face was peeled off, leaving only a bloody patch, dripping dark red dirty blood continuously.But Zhao Qingya was still able to distinguish from the remaining face in amazement——

"You are... Swallow?!"

She hurriedly wanted to retreat and escape, but the door behind her was locked tightly at some point, and Lena by the window was still crying loudly, sobbing intermittently: "Qingya... I'm sorry, I'm sorry... "

But Zhao Qingya couldn't care about it at all right now, she desperately shook and patted the door in front of her, watching Zhao Yanzi approaching step by step in horror.

"Miss, don't waste your efforts." Zhao Yanzi's voice sounded from behind her, with cruel jokes: "We haven't seen each other for so long, don't you miss me?"

Perhaps it was because of the extreme fear that Zhao Qingya calmed down instead. Her legs were already weak, and she leaned against the door in a state of embarrassment. She turned around slowly, and finally forced herself to look at Zhao Yanzi.

"Yan... Yanzi... are you still alive?"

Listening to Zhao Qingya's words, Zhao Yanzi laughed maniacally in an instant, and more blood flowed like tears on his face: "Alive? I am indeed still alive. Miss, are you happy?"

Zhao Qingya was so frightened by Zhao Yanzi's appearance that she couldn't speak, but Zhao Yanzi was still not satisfied, and suddenly stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Qingya's arm with bloody hands, and dragged her to the table without hesitation , sitting opposite Lena.

"What on earth are you trying to do!" Zhao Qingya hissed and yelled, but she couldn't break free and escape. Amid Lena's cries, she also gradually collapsed, and said indiscriminately: "Andres is dead, He killed you, why didn't you let me go!"

When Zhao Yanzi heard Andres' name, her behavior became even crazier. She covered her skinned face: "Because of hatred—"

"I hated him, so I killed him, but after he died, I still hated—"

Zhao Qingya shook her head in despair, she couldn't understand Zhao Yanzi at all: "You hate him, what does it have to do with me... Yanzi, have I treated you well all these years?"

Zhao Yanzi was quiet for a moment, but then she laughed again. She lifted her face covered with blood, and looked at Zhao Qingya who was still shining in the afterglow of the setting sun, "Yes, miss, you treated me very well."

"If you get something good, you will give me a little charity when you turn around... Oh, you gave me the clothes I wore when I went to see him."

"Look, as long as I put on your clothes and jewelry, I am no different from you!"

"Why, I'm just a servant, but you are the lady of the Zhao family?"

Listening to her words, Zhao Qingya was so surprised that she couldn't say anything.

But Zhao Yanzi didn't stop. Zhao Qingya's questioning just now elicited her most manic vent: "And Andres!"

"He clearly said he loved me, he said he loved me, I gave him everything, he even proposed to me!"

"But Miss, why did you suddenly appear again? Why do you want to be high above me and destroy what I have. You don't lack this man at all, yet you snatch him away from me!"

"I didn't..." Zhao Qingya shook her head feebly, and she coughed a few times in a low voice: "I was afraid that I would be impersonated by someone else, but I didn't expect that person to be you."

"You didn't expect that? You didn't know?" Zhao Yanzi suddenly rushed in front of Zhao Qingya again, as if she was about to choke her neck the next moment: "Then why didn't you come to the clinic when you clearly saw it and knew it all?" help me!"

Zhao Qingya didn't want to refute at all, she lowered her eyes to hide some of the golden light, and her tone suddenly calmed down: "Then what do you want?"

"I hate it - I hate it too much -" Zhao Yanzi didn't notice anything, she seemed to be completely immersed in her own imagination, and murmured: "I don't know what to do, maybe kill you, I It might feel better."

"Kill me, and you won't be fine." Zhao Qingya interrupted her, and said with a short sigh: "Up to now, don't you feel that you are at fault?"

"It's not up to you to decide whether you are born high or low. It's true that Andres deserves to die for being cheated into getting affection."

Zhao Qingya stood up, the golden shattered light gradually dissipated from "her" body, and in the last light of the setting sun, it merged into a delicate canary bird, stretching its small wings.

"But you are full of jealousy, so you can't see Zhao Qingya's favor to you, and you love vanity, so that you are covered with simple lies—"

The canary bird took away all the golden light, and Zhao Qingya's face changed accordingly, and finally recovered into a sickly and extremely beautiful man.

Wang Luan stood up, with pity and sigh in his eyes: "From the beginning to the end, you are a poor person."

"No, no--" Zhao Yanzi watched Zhao Qingya disappear from her eyes, and a monstrous resentment suddenly rose in her heart. Her ten fingers, which were already stained with blood, suddenly burst open, and a sharp edge was squeezed out. And thin blades.

Blood dripped down along these blades, forming blood lines and stretching towards Zhao Yanzi's back, converging into a large mass of bloody skin that rose slowly.

Seeing this, Wang Luan couldn't help frowning. He was used to Qi Chensheng's appearance as a demon, but he didn't expect that there was such an ugly one among the demons.

The bloody skin seemed to be woven from countless pieces. They surged and crowded, making desperate and painful sounds.

"You're not Zhao Qingya!" Zhao Yanzi finally understood what was happening before her eyes. She was completely enraged, and she opened ten fingers with blades, and was about to pounce on Wang Luan.

But Wang Luan didn't intend to dodge at all, he just stood where he was, under the last setting sun, and looked at Zhao Yanzi quietly.

It seemed that in just an instant, the knife on Zhao Yanzi's finger was about to cut his face and pierced his eyes. Only the window behind Wang Luan "crashed", and the ferocious goshawk came out of the broken window. In the falling glass, he spread his wings and rushed forward.

Zhao Yanzi didn't have time to dodge, the blade on her finger was facing the blade-like feathers of the goshawk, smashed and shattered in an instant, and she herself was knocked heavily to the ground.

Wang Luan took a half step back, only to feel his waist tighten, and he fell into the embrace behind his back.

"Brother Nine is really, I can't take my eyes off." Qi Chensheng stepped on the glass shards all over the floor, the black windbreaker raised his hem, and the gentleman's stick in his hand was gracefully pointing down.He clasped Wang Luan's waist with one hand, lowered his head and kissed his forehead possessively and enviously.

Wang Luan finally relaxed, he leaned into Qi Chensheng's arms, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, coughed softly and said in a low voice: "From now on, will Second Young Master Qi continue to lock me up?"

Qi Chensheng seemed to laugh in a low voice, then embraced Wang Luan and kissed him close to the ear, and said softly: "Guan, shut him up when we go back, I can only watch Brother Nine like this."

Wang Luan looked at him helplessly, but Qi Chensheng hugged him and laughed again, and then looked at everything chaotic in the room with that gray broken eye.

"But now, we still have to deal with these things in front of us first."