"Luo Jia, you sick seedling, you waste, why can you become the fiancée of the prince's brother?"

A young girl in blue said angrily, she was unwilling, why could she Luo Jia be the fiancée of her favorite prince's brother and become the future princess.

And she, Luo Ying, a famous talented woman in the capital, must have good looks, be talented, proficient in poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she can't stay with her prince brother.

"Third sister, I know that you love the prince's brother, and the prince's brother also loves you, but the parents' orders matchmaker's words, not to mention, my marriage contract with him is the emperor's will, and it is a fact that cannot be changed"

Another girl in purple clothes persuaded helplessly, her face was as pale as paper, her name was Luo Jia, the second daughter of Prime Minister Luo, when she was five years old, she had a high fever, she was sick for half a month, making her a waste person and a sick person from then on.

Due to the sequelae of high fever, she had headaches twice in three days, and she couldn't do without the medicine jar for twelve years.

The right hand should also have a high fever and be unable to take anything, like a hand that is empty.

She couldn't even find out the reason for her situation, even the imperial doctor in the palace.

Therefore, after the age of five, she is no longer a smart and clever Luo Jia, so she has become a medicine jar and waste in everyone's mouth.

"Don't call me the third sister, I don't have a sister like you"

Luo Ying was even more angry when she heard the words of her parents' matchmaker, "The words of her parents? So what. I'm going to change it."

Luo Ying made a decision, which was also the purpose of her appointment with Luo Jia today.

"Third sister, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Luo Ying's suddenly changed eyes, Luo Jia was startled, there was murderous intent in that look, could it be that her sister wanted to kill her sister in order to be with Nangong Feng, although she was a half-sister, but after all, she was connected by blood, how could she be like this.

"What? Luo Jia, you say, if you are gone, is it possible for me to be with the prince's brother?"

Luo Ying said her purpose, which was to kill her Luo Jia.

It turned out to be true, her sister wanted to kill her, so that she could be with Nangong Feng, why did this happen, did she just disregard sisterhood so much.

Every time Luo Ying came to her Qingfen Pavilion and saw something beautiful or valuable, she asked for it, even if it was something she liked, but when she thought that it was her sister, she had to give it to her, because Luo Ying was her sister.

"You want to kill me"

Hearing Luo Ying's words, Luo Jia thought of this possibility, and looked at her sister Luo Ying in disbelief, "Yes, as long as I kill you, the prince's brother will marry me, and the crown princess will be my Luo Ying's."

Luo Ying couldn't help but laugh when she thought of the scenery of Nangong Feng marrying her.

It's like Nangong Feng is marrying her now.

"Third sister, you are calm, let's go back, go back and ask the prince's brother to make an order to the emperor to cancel my marriage contract with the prince, okay."

Luo Ying approached Luo Jia step by step, and Luo Jia instinctively retreated.

Persuade while retreating.

"Brother Crown Prince has already told the emperor that if it is useful, I will be the crown princess of Brother Prince"

Nangong Feng had already asked the emperor to cancel his marriage contract with Luo Jia, but the emperor did not make an order, "Third Sister"

In the end, Luo Jia retreated to the edge of a cliff, and there was no way back.

"Die"

Luo Ying didn't listen to persuasion at all, she only knew now that if she killed Luo Jia, she could marry Nangong Feng.

"Ah!!!h

As soon as the word bar fell, Luo Ying stretched out her hand and retreated Luo Jia.

The man on the bed snapped his eyes open.

It turned out to be a dream again, yes, the scene just now was a dream made by the killer snow demon.

Who is she?

Why do I have these strange dreams all these years?

Why does she look the same as me?

Why is her name the same as mine?

What exactly do these two have to do with each other?

It was obviously a dream, but it felt so obvious, so clear, and so real for her.

Luo Jia would have these strange dreams every fourteen nights every month, obviously not knowing her, but so familiar, as if she was another self.

"Dididi"

Hearing the sound of Didi, Luo Jia raised her hand to touch her earrings, "What's the matter?"

The earrings are a communicator, as well as a bugging device and a tracker, and when the communicator of the earrings is turned on and listens to the other party's report, Luo Jia's eyes instantly become sharper, and the surrounding aura has changed from light to thick.

"Got it"

Put your hands back, lift the quilt and get out of bed.

"Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you"

Walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out the window in the dark.

Mom, if I killed him, will you blame me?

But if I don't kill him, I hate him.

Mom, I've let him go many times, but I won't let him go this time, I must kill him, please don't blame Jiajia.

Luo Jia closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he no longer had the sadness he had just now, and had replaced it with calm.

At dawn, Luo Jia had already changed into a black dress, and her white hair was draped over her shoulders, which became a stark contrast to the clothes.

As soon as he was ready, Luo Jia went downstairs and left the villa in a black car.

About an hour later, she came to the deep mountains, looking at the rugged mountain road, it was impossible to drive in, so Luo Jia had to get out of the car and walk in.

After walking for almost half an hour, I finally arrived at my destination.

A man and a woman stood not far away, the man was wearing a suit, and the woman was wearing a tight red suit, the two of them were the black fox and the red fox after the snow demon, and they were also the assistants of the snow demon, and many things were investigated by the two of them, and this time was the same.

The Snow Demon asked them to investigate the whereabouts of Leng Yan, the boss of the Black Dragon Gang, and last night's communication told her that Leng Yan would be here.

"Boss, there"

They saw the snow demon bow, and the red fox pointed in front of them.

"Yes"

Luo Jia looked at a middle-aged man in the distance, as if he was waiting for someone, and as if he was in a daze.

Luo Jia's eyes turned cold when he looked at him, he clenched his hands, and his slender nails pierced into his palms and blood flowed.

Luo Jia closed his eyes, opened them again, there was no murderous aura in his eyes, he didn't even have an expression, let go of his clenched hand, and walked forward.

"Are you...... Luo, poetry"

Hearing the footsteps, he turned his head sharply and was startled.

Before anyone could say anything, he was taken aback by Luo Jia's appearance.

Luo Shiyu, his dead wife, "No, you are not Shiyu"

Although he was taken aback by this appearance at first, however, the boss of the Black Dragon Gang, Leng Yan, quickly recovered, this person was not Luo Shiyu, even if it was exactly the same as Luo Shiyu, after all, it was not her.

Luo Shiyu is dead, even if she is not dead, it is impossible to be so young, Luo Shiyu is described as gentle, sweet, and lovely, and the first impression of this person is that the coldness and indifference make people unconsciously produce a kind of fear.

The pair is as black as a bottomless pit, as if it will see you through.

"That's right, I'm not Luo Shiyu"

I am her daughter, Luo Jia, Luo Jia did not say the second half of the sentence, a gust of wind blew Luo Jia's snow-white hair, and the white hair gently floated in the wind, like a delicate painting.

"Then you are...... Snow Demon"

Similarly, before he could say anything, he looked at Luo Jia, who was dressed in black and had white hair, and blurted out, while holding a pistol in his hand and pointing it at Luo Jia.

Luo Jia was not panicked by the discovery of his identity, but showed a smile, the smile was very light, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, if he didn't pay attention to it, it would be difficult to find it.

"Since it's a snow demon, then"

Leng Yan raised his hand and waved, and hundreds of men in suits soon appeared around him, each holding a pistol and pointing it at Luo Jia.

Just yesterday, when he was about to go to bed, he suddenly broke into a person and said that he had news that the mysterious killer Snow Demon was going to kill him.

Leng Yan knows what kind of person the snow demon is, there are only people in the world who the snow demon doesn't want to kill, and there is no person that the snow demon can't kill.

She wants you to die at twelve o'clock, and she will never let you live a minute or a second longer.

And he will appear here today because he made an agreement with that person yesterday, the snow demon wants to kill him, and that person wants to kill the snow demon.

As the saying goes, the enemy of the enemy is the friend.

So they became an alliance to kill the snow demons.

"You want to kill me?"

Luo Jia glanced at everyone coldly, and finally moved his gaze back to Leng Yan's body.

"Before you die, I have a question."

Luo Jia looked down at the necklace on her chest.

A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "Fourteen years ago, why did you kill Luo Shiyu"

The question was unusually calm, without a trace of waves.

"Who are you and what is your relationship with Luo Shiyu?"

Who is she, and why did she know that Luo Shiyu was killed by me?

"Her daughters, Luo and Jia"

Luo Jia said this sentence forcefully.

Luo Jia, Jia, Leng Jia.

, Hearing the word Luo Jia, coupled with her appearance, this reminded Leng Yan of her daughter Leng Jia.

She's, no, it's absolutely impossible, she's dead.

"That's right, I'm also called Leng and Jia"

Seeing that Leng Yan had already guessed who she was.

Luo Jia didn't deny anything, and directly admitted her previous name, Leng Jia.

"It can't be, she, she's dead"

Leng Yan shook his head in disbelief.

"Yes, she's dead. He died fourteen years ago, and you executed it with your own hands."

Luo Jia looked at Leng Yan coldly, the real murderer who killed her mother and her.