The closer Jun Wu got to the flower, the more she could feel her headache splitting, but she still struggled to move forward.

Han Yu could feel the coldness and trembling of her fingers, but he could only hold on to her tightly, wanting to give her a little warmth.

Finally she approached the flower. The blood of the flower was gurgling down to the soles of her shoes, and she felt a burning heat.

Looking at the flower again, she saw the face of a skeletal woman.

"You're here, you're coming to me."

There was a heavy sound in the cave, and the woman's voice had a cold smile.

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

Jun Wu covered her ears, "uh......" When she spoke, she felt a panic in her heart, covering her chest, and closing her eyes tightly, but she could still see the ghostly appearance of the woman lingering around her.

She reached out and drew the sword in Han Yu's hand and swung it into the air.

"Who is it? Who are you!? ”

"Who am I, haha...... Haha, who am I? ”

Jun Wu disgusted with her smile, extremely.

She swung her sword and slashed at her, but she always slashed at a phantom.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The man's voice laughed, "Why don't you ask who you are?" ”

"I'm Jun Wu, Jun's daughter Ah Wu; is also the daughter of Chu Hua, the princess of Yuguo, Jun Awu. ”

"Hahaha...... Hahaha...... The daughter of the Jun family, Ah Wu, the admirable princess of Dayu in the first life of Yingming, Chu Hua. What a wonderful dream you've weaved...... Hahaha......"

"Don't laugh, shut up!"

"I'm here to tell you, how can you have a daughter, your daughter died when she was eight years old, and when did the Jun family who loved you become your father. Look at your appearance, look at you, you see clearly, Princess Chu Hua! ”

Jun Wu turned her head when she heard the sound, and a bronze mirror reflected a light that pierced her eyes.

Jun Wu looked at himself in the mirror and saw an extremely beautiful and unfamiliar face.

"Ahh She couldn't help but cry out.

"Who is she?!"

"Who is she!?"

"Chu Hua! You are Chu Hua! Wake up, Princess Dayu, Jun Wu is just a new identity that you forced out of your body when you were ten years younger after drinking my blood, and you even put on a brand new human skin for her, just because you can't accept the fact that Han Yu, Ah Wu, and Cheng'er are all dead. Because that's the only way you can live, because that's the only way you can hide from everyone. However, the seeds of revenge have always been buried in your heart, and you have never forgotten jì, never forgotten jì! ”

"Chu Hua, wake up from self-deception, face me off, and fight against your enemies! Sooner or later, you have to face him, even if you find it difficult to accept, you still have to face the witch who is connected to your blood, Shura Hell belongs to you, the world should not be a place for you to stay, beautiful, it should not be coveted by sinners! ”

"No, I, I'm not...... I'm not Chu Hua! ”

"Hahaha...... Hahaha......"

The sky was spinning in front of him, and Jun Wu took the knife and slashed at the terrible woman.

She was getting colder and colder, and her eyes were bloody.

She stepped into the blood, and began to see familiar scenes reappear in the darkness.

In a gorgeous palace with colorful flowers.

It was so beautiful that the fingers of the beautiful woman who had a beautiful spring scene in front of her plucked the strings, and there was a moment, not a moment.

She raised her head slightly, looking at the sky, and the wind ruffled the black hair on her forehead, which was unspeakably beautiful.

Inside the palace of the slaughter.

She sat in a chaise longue, dignified and elegant.

She held a bloody knife in her hand, her expression was indifferent, and as soon as her fingers loosened, the knife fell to the ground.

In front of her lay two men in fine clothes.

On the vast plain, thousands of troops and horses collapsed in front, and smoke and sand flew up.

She stood on a high cliff and watched, looking at the man in the silver mask at the front, her eyes dancing in the hot sun with his figure.

On the empty school field, the soldiers were densely packed.

Everyone bowed their bodies and bowed their heads, waiting for her to come to the front of the stage.

Only one man stood there looking straight at her, and kept looking at her, until she stopped and smiled at him, and his eyes shook slightly, like some warm glow in the winter sun.

Two tall 'joy' candles were lit.

The man was a little smoky and groped his way to sit beside her.

After a while, he reached out to hold her hand and said to her, "Madam, I don't want to be separated from you in the future." ”

During the blooming season, the garden is full of flowers.

There was a lovely girl riding on the head of a handsome man, plucking the yellow apricot blossoms of the first stamen, and beside her a beautiful little boy stood and looked up at them with big winked eyes.

The little girl's goose-yellow skirt swayed in the wind, and the man's crimson clothes fluttered in the wind.

The woman watched them not far from under the flowers, her eyes flowing with serene and peaceful tenderness.

Outside the gate of the General's Mansion is written.

The woman was looking into the distance in front of the peach blossoms, and suddenly she pressed her hand tightly on the place where her heart was spoken, and she fell forward at once.

The people behind him swarmed up.

A mourning hall covered with white stripes.

The woman was dressed in plain white clothes, extremely cold and glamorous, and pieces of paper burned silently from her hands.

From time to time, someone came by, looked at her face, and shook their heads in disappointment.

The woman still sits, and she sits from dawn to dark.

Rain beating laurel in the middle of the night.

An exclamation was heard, and the woman rushed out dressed in red.

She pushed open the door, and the ground was soaked in blood, and in the middle of the blood stain lay a beautiful girl of young age.

She froze in place, her pupils getting bigger and smaller, her face twitching whiter and colder.

Inside the splendid palace.

The door was tightly closed, and there was a dead silence in the blood-stained hall.

The woman dragged her sword and walked over to the somewhat old man on the throne.

When she raised the knife in her hand, the old man wearing the golden dragon crown looked up and looked at her quietly.

Looking up, he seemed to want to touch her head, but before he could touch it, her knife slashed at her head.

In the rolling yellow sand.

The thousands of horses were attacking a fortified city, the gates were open, and the soldiers with swords slaughtered the innocent people in a brutal manner. The shouts, the killings, and the soldiers were mixed together, and it was extremely noisy.

The woman sat on a luxurious chair on the opposite wall, leisurely watching the slaughter.

There was a green dragon in her left eye, and she shook the wine bottle lightly in her right hand, looking at the life and death in front of her with an indifferent expression.

In the fire.

She laughed maniacally, laughing and laughing, and the laughter was filled with low sobs, which gradually turned into uncontrollable bitter tears.

The doorbeam fell and slammed down in her direction.

It's dark.

The darkness of the road came to an end, and Jun Wu's back was already soaked with cold sweat.

A light bit by bit lifted the darkness and shone in.

Shining on her face, whose expression had suddenly changed to a little noble and cold, she moved her eyelashes slightly and looked ahead.

There was a black shadow in front of him, and the shadow first sighed, waved his hand, and smiled helplessly as if it was fate: "Chu Hua?" ”

She replied, "Yes." ”