Flower Thousand Bone Continuation: White Snow Canggang

Bai Zihua raised his finger slightly, and the light fur in his hand slowly touched Hua Qiangu's shoulder, "It's snowing, why don't you wear more?" Hua Qiangu suddenly felt a burst of warmth pouring into his body.

Hua Qiangu's expression changed, she clenched her lips, and ruthlessly yanked the fox fur on her shoulders towards the outside of the city. Bai Zihua watched Hua Qiangu shake off the light fur with cold eyes. It was blowing loudly, then fell into the snow, and gradually merged with the white snow.

I only heard Hua Qiangu say: "Snowing? Are you ashamed to talk about the vision of the dry moon and snow?! Isn't it all caused by you?"

Bai Zihua's heart seemed to be severely pinched by someone, Hua Qiangu said immediately: "You let Yue Si slaughter my Rui family's people, you - Huajuan Libai, helped the Three Kingdoms to dominate the Rui family, and you are going to kill Rui valve."

"You keep saying that you are my lover in previous lives, and you keep saying that I am the reincarnation of Mrs. Zanmu. Is this how you treat your lover?!"

Crusade every word, voice with tears.

"How can you be so hard-hearted!"

Hua Qiangu was crying with tears all over his face, but the tears condensed into broken ice in an instant, covering his face, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen into solid ice, the blood could not circulate, his whole body could not move, and the heart was wrapped in cold air She stopped, but because she was still beating weakly because of her concern, Hua Qiangu opened her lips with difficulty:

"Bai Zihua... isn't it because I have the same face as Mrs. Zanmu that you persecute me and my country?"

"Didn't you just use such a despicable method to get me to ask you for help, so as to achieve your purpose of owning me?"

Bai Zihua's face turned pale, "I didn't..."

"No?" Hua Qiangu snorted coldly, "I'm looking for you today, what I want to tell you is—"

"I am the Princess of Huajing, Hua Qiangu, not your Mrs. Qingjun."

"You are Mrs. Zanmu—"

"Because of what? Because of the same face? Okay, okay, okay..." With a flash of silver light, Hua Qiangu pulled out a cold dagger from under the lantern, "Now, even if I destroy this face, I will die Don’t be delusional, I beg you!”

"I can't hide from you... No matter where I hide, Mo Ming or anywhere, you can always force me out..." "If I ruin my face, will you never look for me again?" It's gone..." There was deep despair in her voice, and her eyes were filled with cold snow, solid ice, and the bottomless abyss.

"Xiaogu...Let me not talk about it, it is absolutely not my intention to destroy you, but you are now a mortal...Even if you are disfigured...I can still cure you..."

"That way... I will really hate you for the rest of my life..." Hua Qiangu choked up.

A sword radiated everywhere, dazzling someone's eyes, breaking someone's heart, crying someone's tears, but there was a bloody scar on Hua Qiangu's face, a...from the corner of his left eye. From the wound winding to the corner of the right cheek and mouth, countless drops of blood flowed out, tick-tock-tick, dripping on the white snow, white and red intertwined, but it was a dazzling scorching eye.

The once stunning face is now completely unrecognizable, full of scars, like a precious treasure broken by himself.

His expression was dazed for a while, and he recalled, a few lives ago, that woman whose face was scarred by unfeeling water.

The flesh and blood cried heart-piercingly towards him...

Smile at him pretending to be strong...

Facing his helpless hatred and non-hate...

To love or not to love...

In front of this woman who claimed to be the princess of Huajing, her eyes were blurred with blood, and the flying flesh and blood portrayed the entire face that was once overwhelming.

Hua Qiangu said: "This mark seems to be engraved in my heart. In this life, it will never disappear or disappear. I will always carry it in my life. It is the mark of my life!"

"It will remind me all the time! Bai Zihua! Painting scroll Libai! It's me! My eternal enemy in this life!!!"

There was burning pain on the face, the skin was ripped apart and soaked in tears, the pain was unbearable, but the pain in the heart was doubled by the pain on the face, thousands of times! !

Hua Qiangu gritted his teeth, and slammed the dagger out of the city. The blood on the dagger flew and fell to the ground, which turned out to be the most coquettish Bana flowers.

The hot blood on the face was quickly turned into ice slag by the temperature, but countless blood gushed out, like a continuous river, endless... rushing.

The first sentence of the prophecy - the girl of the flower country, the sword is messed up, and the country falls.

According to the prophecy, the horoscope slowly turned again, whose reincarnation is sorrowful, whose helpless weeping.