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The sword was red, and the blade devoured countless lives and became blood red. The rivers and lakes are red, and the murderous sword stains the rivers and lakes red with blood.

People are also red, black and red, which is the color depicted on the body with the sword in the hand and countless fresh lives.

Bang, bang, bang,

Heavy footsteps, stepping on the cyan stone road, made a low muffled sound.

The heart of the piano, the heart of the piano...

The man's mouth intermittently recited the name in the depths of his memory, there was no trace of gleam in his empty eyes, and in his thin hand, he dragged a crimson long sword. There are countless wounds on his body, and his flesh is black and turned out, and he looks hideous and terrifying. The breath of death spread all over him, and there were black blood stains everywhere on his black clothes.

Jiangnan, Yueyang, Qinfu,

It was the only place he could remember, he didn't know why he was going, but there was some force in his memory that guided him where he had to go.

The catkins are flying everywhere, the wide bluestone avenue, the towering Yueyang Tower, everything looks so unfamiliar, but there is a faint sense of familiarity.

Letting the crowd around him point at him, the man turned away without saying a word, walked aimlessly on the street, and finally stopped in front of the Qin Mansion.

"Jean, Fu,"

Raising his head, two words came out of his hoarse throat, and he walked up and pushed the somewhat tattered gate, but he couldn't push it open, so he took a few steps back, and jumped in from the courtyard wall.

Turning over the courtyard of the pavilion, he came to the familiar courtyard, stood at the door and looked at the tightness here, and shook his somewhat drowsy head vigorously, as if he had been here before, but he couldn't remember it.

"Gong, Gongzi."

Xiaolan pushed open the door and walked out, every day she had to come here to take care of Qin Xin, for three whole months, this has become a habit.

Her face was swollen with big dark circles, of course it would not be tired, it was not troublesome to take care of a sleeping person, but for more than three months, Xiaolan had difficulty falling asleep every night, and she would always wake up from nightmares, all because of the son in her mouth in front of her.

can make Xiaolan call her son, there is no one else in this world except Ling Zifeng.

In the past three months, countless news has circulated in this Yueyang. Ling Zifeng was like a murderous demon, stepping on thousands of mountains and rivers, and everywhere he went, there were rivers of blood. The rivers and lakes are like a slaughterhouse, being wantonly slaughtered by Ling Zifeng.

Why?

Childe, didn't you go looking for the Nine Spirits Chalcedony, why did you kill so many people?

Childe, what will Miss do in the future?

Xiaolan questioned again and again in her sleep, and watched Childe in her dreams like a demon, devouring innocent lives at will.

"Childe, you're back."

Xiaolan rubbed her eyes and looked at Ling Zifeng in disbelief, and Ling Zifeng turned her head to look at her when she heard the sound.

As soon as Xiao Lan remembered that he was the murderous demon who washed the rivers and lakes in blood, she couldn't help but take a step back in horror, and her body leaning on the pillar trembled a little.

"You, calling me?"

Ling Zifeng squinted at him, his hoarse words sounding a little creepy.

"Ahh

"Well, childe, of course Xiaolan is calling you, and there is no one else here!"

Xiaolan looked surprised, why did her son feel that her whole person had changed when she came back from a trip, it was a feeling she couldn't describe.

It's not because Ling Zifeng has killed too many people that makes her feel strange and afraid, but a kind of personnel that was once familiar, and suddenly Songhai Cangtian is completely unfamiliar.

Ling Zifeng didn't make a sound, and walked towards the pavilion that was beckoning, although Xiao Lan was so frightened that she beat the drum, she still followed closely behind him.

Ling Zifeng turned his head and glanced at it, but he didn't say anything, letting Xiaolan follow behind him, he didn't know why, the people who were usually close to him within three steps had already been smashed by him with a sword.

The antique room exudes a faint fragrance, with a few pots of cold lilies on the window edge, and a few landscape paintings pasted on the white walls. There is also a picture of a beautiful woman under the flowers, which is a woman Ling Zifeng is somewhat familiar with, looking graceful and luxurious, but not cheesy.

In the room there were tables and mirror frames, on which were placed some small and delicate boxes, and moon-white gauze tents hung on both sides of the bed, and on them lay a sleeping woman, who looked very similar to the woman in the picture of the beautiful woman under the flowers.

"Jean, Heart,"

Ling Zifeng hesitated and spit out the name hidden in his mind, and his intuition told him that it was the woman lying on the bed who drove him here in his memory.

Ling Zifeng got closer, stretched out his head to look at her pale and delicate face, there seemed to be a smile that had not been dispersed, his eyes were closed under the faint eyebrows, the bridge of his nose was delicate, and his ruddy cherry mouth was slightly open.

Rumble!

Ling Zifeng felt a sharp pain in his mind, a kind of memory was bursting out, he stretched out his hand to cover his head, a hideous look appeared on his face, and he shook his head fiercely, as if he wanted to pull out the distant memory from his mind.

"Childe, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaolan watched Ling Zifeng suddenly become crazy, took a step back in fear, and hurriedly stepped forward to block the head of the bed, afraid that Ling Zifeng would hurt the young lady lying on the bed.

After half a sound, Ling Zifeng calmed down, took a deep breath, and a cold light flashed in his empty eyes: "Get out of the way." ”

The two cold words made Xiao Lan shiver fiercely, as if she was like a demon crawling out of the abyss and trying to devour her.

No

It must not be allowed, otherwise the young lady will be in danger.

Xiaolan thought so and shook her head fiercely, although she was also scared, but for the sake of Miss, no matter how afraid she was, she couldn't let it go.

Ling Zifeng's expression did not change, and the Soul Eater Sword that he was dragging in his hand slowly began to slide until his thin palm erected the Soul Eater Sword under him.

"Get out of the way."

Ling Zifeng's hoarse voice was very impatient, although he instinctively resisted hurting her, but if she didn't get out of the way, Ling Zifeng would definitely not hesitate to cut her under the sword.

"I can't let it, I won't let you hurt Miss,"

"Childe, why did you become like this, killing so many people, are you going to kill Miss now?"

Under Ling Zifeng's icy momentum, Xiaolan's spirit in a trance all day broke down a little, beads of sweat appeared on her face, and she asked him in a hissed voice.

Ling Zifeng looked at Xiao Lan's hoarse appearance, and the Soul Devouring Sword that was about to be shot was put down again, feeling that she seemed to be very afraid of herself, so she took two steps back and asked indifferently, "Do you know me?" ”

You know me,

This sentence fell on Xiaolan's ears like a bolt from the blue, Childe, he didn't even know himself, how could this be possible.

"Childe,"

"I'm Xiaolan, Miss's personal maidservant, don't you remember me?"

Xiaolan exclaimed.

Ling Zifeng shook his head, and irritability surged back into his heart: "I don't remember, get out of the way." ”