It was the middle of the night, Shangguan Qianyu could only blur his vision in front of him, the room was burned to the ground, the temperature was extremely high, he rushed in soaking wet, and his clothes were quickly steamed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

If it weren't for his deep internal strength and holding his breath, he would faint to the ground if he inhaled a few puffs of smoke.

He thought to himself, such a big fire swallow Qingrui didn't run out, couldn't it be that she had fainted from the smoke in her sleep?

He hurried to the bed.

There was indeed someone on the bed, but Shangguan Qianyu's heart sank suddenly, the fire seemed to be burning from the bed, the bed tent and quilt were burned to black ashes, the person on the bed was motionless, and there was a dagger stuck in her chest.

A dagger!

Shangguan Qianyu's eyes stared at the dagger, only to feel that there was a boom in his head, and everything in the world seemed to no longer exist.

His eyes were blood-red, and he was staring only at the dagger.

If a person is only stunned, there is still a glimmer of hope, but when the dagger is passed through the chest, the person must have died too much to die anymore, and what hope is there?

She's dead?

Is she dead?

Yan Qingrui, you are actually dead?

He originally felt that this fire was too strange, even if the weather was dry and irritable, and the water and fire were ruthless, how could it suddenly catch fire?

He still had hope in his heart, how could a person as smart as she could have been burned to death by a fire? She must have escaped, and maybe she would appear in front of him tomorrow, still with such a sneering smile, still with such a light look, still with such clear eyes, and still with such a calm and calm demeanor under such a stunning face......

But now, as far as the eye can see, everything speaks for itself.

It was someone who killed her and destroyed her body, so he set such a fire.

The corpse on the bed had been burned beyond recognition, but the fabric in the embers was faintly visible, and it was a bed robe.

She was killed by a silent knife while she was sleeping, maybe even in her sleep.

Shangguan Qianyu stood there in a daze, the roof beams were already crumbling, and there were broken beams and tiles falling around him, and a piece of it brushed his shoulder. Tear open a piece of clothing, and blood stains the sleeves.

He didn't realize it.

His heart was empty, and he only felt that the whole world was empty.

He couldn't even feel the danger around him, nor could he feel how the high humidity and heat of the room were scorching him. All he thought to himself was: how could it be that she was dead? How could it be that she was dead?

His mind kept coming back to her, she was laughing, her lips hooked with a hint of sneer.

She sat on the swing frame, like a person in a painting, her eyes were clean, as if she did not eat fireworks in the world.

She can grill fish, in front of the grilled fish rack by the blue lake, her indifferent look, smart eyes like water.

The sound of the piano kept coming to his ears. Melodious and clear, empty and far away, lingering in dreams, lingering in memories, lingering in his most difficult, hopeless, lonely and helpless days.

The sound is in the ears.

But is she the corpse lying on the bed?

Could it be that such a vivid, proud, and shallow woman is the corpse you see in front of you?

No, no, how could it be, no, by no means!

How could she just be dead? He didn't even know if the sound of the piano that appeared in the dream was played by her, and she died.