Qinglian Snow Heavy

The weak struggle was no match for the spirit of Jia Rui's dragon and tiger, but in a moment, the skirt was torn apart, and the obscene pants were also ripped off.

"Ah—" Just after Jiarui's sudden and deep piercing in spite of everything, a scream broke through the sky, and the sharp pain of being torn apart hit the sky and covered the sky, just like the thick cloud covering the bright moon. "You'll regret it, Zi Ye!", accompanied by a stern accusation, a thunderbolt pierced the sky.I don't know when Yue Man turned blood red and was driven aside by thick clouds. The flowing clouds seemed to be covered with blood and tears, while Yue seemed to be watching the two of Lan Tai's intercourse coldly, but she also hid her whereabouts for just a moment. .The lightning flashed across the sky, almost splitting this time and space, sweeping away all the love and hatred in this world.

The wind and rain came, the thunder rolled, and an autumn rain came with a strong wind, and the raindrops hit Jia Rui's back like tiny ice cones.Jiarui propped her hands beside Qinglian's shoulders, staying at the moment before entering Qinglian's body, which also happened to shield her from the wind and rain.Jia Rui stared blankly at Qing Lian under him, a little unbelievable, could it be that this is God's punishment?

The crazy kiss broke through the unhealed burns under Qinglian's forehead, and the blood soaked through the silver-white carvings on the forehead, casting a faint blood color on the Buddha lotus.Blood dripped from the forehead, slid over the eyebrows, and meandered down the corners of the eyes. At first glance, the truth was dripping blood and tears.What did Qinglian call again?Jia Rui couldn't understand Qinglian's heartbreaking accusation against her father just now, her desolation and despair.The two were frightened for a moment, but at this moment, Wang Li rushed into the rain curtain and urged the two people on the ground to go inside to shelter from the rain.

Jia Rui backed away from Qinglian's body, pulled open his skirt to cover Qinglian, and then went back into the building in the rain.Qinglian was struggling all the time, with her hands resting on Jiarui's chest, and when she returned to Lantai, Jiarui let go of Qinglian in her arms.Unexpectedly, as soon as she let go, Qinglian ran away like she was dying, but the soles of Qinglian's feet were covered with rotten flesh, how many steps could she walk after stumbling?

Qinglian didn't wear shoes, her feet were wrapped in a thick white shirt, she staggered and walked a short distance before falling to the ground, her soles were blood red.Qinglian was very scared at this time. It was not that he had no feelings and love for Jiarui, but the fierce affair just now aroused the deep-rooted fear in Qinglian's heart. Maybe it was because she had seen too much before. The deep scars that Lou hit on Qinglian's heart, and the wounds are now being severed.

Qing Lian leaned against the wall and moved a few steps, she had nowhere to rely on, she tore off a beaded curtain, and hid in the execution room.After trying several times, Qinglian couldn't stand up, so she had to curl up against the wall.A sudden rain drenched Jiarui's body, but Wang Li covered it up with a clean cloth towel.Jia Rui didn't care about himself, and rushed into the execution room, seeing Qinglian trembling at the base of the wall, felt a burst of regretful heartache.

"Qinglian, I'm sorry, I was Meng Lang just now. Come on, wipe it off, the autumn rain is cool, don't get wet." Jiarui knelt down and handed the cloth towel to Qinglian. After hesitating for a while, Qinglian reached out to take it. But still shrunk, avoiding Jia Rui's gaze.Seeing that Qinglian was so scared, Jiarui didn't force her, she only blamed herself for doing something wrong in a hurry.

Jia Rui stood up and walked to the curtain where the torture equipment was hung, slightly opened a corner, and looked out the window at the Beihai lake now reflecting the faint moonlight.If it wasn't for the rain, the sudden strong wind and rain just now seemed to be just an illusion. Jia Rui stared blankly at the lake for a long time, only to feel that the moonlight was slightly blood red.Could it be that this is the scourge of heaven, Qinglian is a descendant of Yan Lan, inheriting the noble blood of the Son of the Pure Moon, and once again ignoring the blasphemy, will it really bring anything to the people of Yin Country?

"Qinglian, do you remember something?" Jiarui turned around and asked cautiously, seeing that Qinglian buried her head on her knees without any response, she went on talking to herself, more precisely, Jiarui seemed to be talking to herself: "Qinglian, you are a descendant of Yan Lan, the priest of the Moon Kingdom, and inherit the noble blood of the Son of the Pure Moon God. I didn't believe in gods and ghosts before, but I may have really been punished by heaven for treating you like this just now. Qinglian, Did you see the wind and rain that night? Priest of the Moon Kingdom, Qinglian, this is your power, rooted in your blood, perhaps awakened now..."

Inherit

"Qinglian, you know about Yan Lan now, don't you?" Jiarui looked at Qinglian with a sad look. Qinglian already had Yan Lan's blood flowing through her body, and now she also inherited the priesthood of the Yue Kingdom priest. destiny.That desperate accusation against the late emperor was the best proof. Jiarui looked at Qinglian who raised her head and looked at herself. Although the emerald blue of Qinglian on her forehead was covered with blood, it still dimmed the room full of night pearls. Pale.

"Qinglian..." Jiarui called softly but didn't know how to speak, Qinglian must have remembered something about her father, together with that dusty and miserable memory.Jiarui once hated Qinglian, because Yan Lan's appearance made Yingrui's Emperor Zi Ye demented and died.But they are also children, so for Qinglian, Yan Lan was persecuted by Ziye so much, what kind of mentality should she have to face the son of the enemy who forced her biological father to death.

"Yan Lan, he..." Jia Rui didn't continue, because he saw Qing Lian covering her ears with her hands and shaking her head desperately, "Qing Lian, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Qing Lian's abnormal behavior, Jia Rui immediately stepped forward She went forward to visit, but remembered Qinglian's fear of her before, so she stopped in her tracks.

"Don't say it, don't say it again!" Yan Lan, as soon as she heard this name, her head would hurt like it would explode. It was as if a hot magic spell had been put on her forehead, and Qing Lian's headache was so severe that she couldn't help it. Thinking, almost suffocating.Yan Lan feels like a very familiar and kind person. Qinglian once admired him and sympathized with him, with inexplicable nostalgia and nostalgia for him.But now, as long as Qinglian thinks of Yan Lan, the world in front of her eyes will turn blood red, and she almost drowns in the sea of ​​blood.

Qinglian covered her ears with her hands and kept shaking her head. Who knew that she accidentally knocked down the torture instrument hanging on the wall, and it fell beside Qinglian with a dull sound.Qinglian was startled, she put one hand on the ground, feeling the coldness under her hand, when she picked it up, it turned out to be a black iron chain with spikes.

The hand holding the iron chain was gradually clenched, the spike pierced through the palm, and the blood snaked down the long chain.Even so, Qinglian didn't let go, she just raised her eyes and looked around blankly, a sentence echoed in her ears repeatedly, "Every piece of equipment here has been stained with Yan Lan's blood..."

Qinglian pulled the curtain on the wall and stood up with difficulty, walked forward with trembling steps, her eyes fell on the huge torture rack in the center of the room.Qinglian swayed three times, stepping forward on the wound on the sole of her foot, the shallow traces printed on Qinglian's feet, she still held on to the iron chain in her hand, blood dripped down.Seeing Qinglian's almost self-harming behavior, Jiarui felt heartbroken, and still couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged Qinglian, who was standing unsteadily, in his arms, "Qinglian, let go, let go, don't do this! Don't do that!" Do this to yourself."

Qinglian seemed to have lost her mind, even though she was held in Jiarui's arms, her eyes were still fixed on the torture rack.Jia Rui didn't dare to use force on Qinglian at first, but when he saw that Qinglian's hands were covered in blood from the barbed iron chain, he stretched out his hand and clamped Qinglian's wrist forcefully.Qinglian grasped very tightly, as if it was the last straw for a dying person, until Jiarui squeezed Qinglian's wrist until it was bruised and almost broken, Qinglian had no choice but to let go.

"Let me go, let me go!" Seeing that Qinglian let go of her palm a little, Jiarui immediately opened Qinglian's curled fingers with the other hand, and pulled out the iron chain that penetrated into the flesh and blood from the palm.The barbs were sharp, and Jiarui's hands were pierced with several shallow blood holes. Who knew that Qinglian couldn't stand up as soon as she slipped away from Jiarui's arms, and she fell limply to the ground, where she fell to the ground. on a chain.

Qinglian didn't seem to feel the pain at all, one wrist was still in Jiarui's hand, and she hung her body and crawled towards the torture rack.Qinglian's almost crazy behavior frightened Jiarui, but how could Qinglian, who had just escaped from death, stand such a toss, Jiarui yelled: "Qinglian, stop, are you crazy? Come on, stop , the iron chain is entangled with your feet." Jiarui squatted down, but Qinglian remained unmoved, and continued to crawl forward dragging the barbed iron chain persistently.

"Tong Qinglian, stop, I order you!" Jia Rui was impatient, no matter how much you hated her, Qinglian, you can't humiliate yourself like this.The emperor's wrath convinced all living beings, Emperor Jiarui scolded, Qinglian really stopped moving, one wrist was pulled by Jiarui, and the other hand was propped on the ground.

After a long time, Qinglian turned her face with tears on her face, looked at Jiarui, her eyes were full of extreme grief, and she cried in a hoarse voice: "Let me go, let me go, you know how Yan Lan was tied up in this Are you tortured on the rack? Do you know that those hands are completely broken, and the eyes are full of blood and tears?" Qinglian looked at her bloody palms dejectedly. Going down will lead to disaster, why do you have to stay and suffer, why?"

"Emperor Ziye is so maddened that he's out of his wits. You don't need to atone for this. Why did you have to die in the end? Is it worth it? Is it worth it? But, many people died, what should I do? Stay, destroy a city; go , Destroy the world, what should I do, who knows the despair in the choice, but it is because of myself after all. But Zi Ye, why did you treat me like this, you knew from the beginning that I had the inability to accept your feelings Fate. I can’t, I will be condemned by God. I have a country that I want to protect, so I can’t. But no one is ruthless! Stay here as a repayment of your love for me, can’t you feel it? But It hurts, it really hurts, please don't treat me like this..."