After Mo Yunkai left, only Wuyou and Dai Yiyi were left, as well as the doctor who smiled kindly from the beginning, Leng Xiangfan. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I gave you a short sword that day, I wanted you to defend yourself, but I never wanted to hurt you because of it......" Wuyou looked at Dai Yiyi with some apologies in his expression.

"Who knew that what you gave her was the one given to you by the lord, the providence is so ......" Leng Xiangfan said lightly, and had to shake his head helplessly.

"I can't even save myself, but I still want to save others, he wants me to know this... Wuyou smiled and said lightly, but the smile was very pale.

"It seems that I have also caused you a lot of trouble..."Dai Yiyi said on the side, looking indifferent.

Even if no one explained everything to her just now, she could probably guess what this place was.

But even so, she didn't hesitate.

Wuyou shook his head and smiled meaninglessly, "Do you know that what you are walking on today is a road of no return?" ”

"No return?" She smiled, smiling charmingly, "That's also much better than being homeless." ”

Seeing her say this, Wu Yu was a little relieved.

"I don't know what your name is." Wuyou asked suddenly, although he had seen her before, he never knew her name.

"Red Medicine, my name is Red Medicine." What she blurted out was the name of a flower.

The previous Dai Yiyi had already fallen off the cliff with the rain that night, and there were no bones left.

She is no longer Dai Yiyi, she is now nothing more than a red medicine flower that is dyed with blood but still blooms desperately on the edge of the cliff.

In the three years since that day, she has lived a hellish life, day and night, constantly receiving severe training.

In order to survive the danger, she was thrown into the wolves, begging to survive under the sharp teeth of wild beasts, and was bitten with blood.

Yesterday they were still companions, but today they have to kill each other in order to survive.

She wanted to give up more than once, even if she died, but she couldn't......

Because she still has things that have to be done.

Three years later, because of his outstanding performance, Hongyao finally agreed to Mo Yunkai's order three years ago.

She was promoted to the Left Protector, and finally became the right-hand man of the Shadowless Little Lord.

But, three years later, she is no longer the pure Dai Yiyi she was back then, she has lived in hell for three years.

In three years, she couldn't remember how many lives she had taken, or how many people's blood had been stained with those hands, and she no longer knew what compassion was, what mercy was, and what love was......

The only thing she still remembers is the hatred in her chest, if it weren't for the support of that hatred, she wouldn't be alive now......

She still remembered that three years ago, Wuyou had said that she was on a path of no return.

At that time, she always disagreed, and it was only now that she began to understand that the so-called non-return was so heavy.

The more hands tie up a person's life, and the deeper the sin he bears.

Come to think of it, in this Shura field, it turns out that there are people who still have compassion, but for some reason, guarding this fragile compassion, she actually has a attachment......

Another year of Qixi Festival is coming, early autumn.

A woman in red walked into a dilapidated mansion by the canal, carrying a delicate bamboo basket in her hand.

Dressed in red, she was charming, and the lotus step shook gently.

Once a place with glorious scenery, once a place full of flowers and infinite warmth, now there are only broken walls and broken tiles, full of spider silk dust webs, and a depression.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and as soon as she entered, several tombstones came into her view.

She approached, brushed aside the grass, and the fonts engraved on the stele appeared......

It turned out to be the tombstone of the Dai family of three.

The tomb on the far right is slightly smaller, and it is engraved with the mound of Dai Yiyi, the daughter of the Dai family.

She pursed her lips and smiled, did she think she was dead? Indeed, that Dai Yiyi is indeed dead a long time ago......

Her seductive laughter echoed through the bleak wind, echoing throughout the empty and barren mansion.

"Since you want to destroy everything in the first place, why bother to erect this tomb, wouldn't it be better to build this grave wilderness." She muttered softly, with a smile in her eyes, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

took out a pillar of incense and candle and lit it, and lightly inserted it in front of the tombstone, the faint green smoke curled and disappeared into the grass with the wind.

Sake slowly pours from the glass, seeping into the earth, and the aroma is overflowing.

"Father, mother, you are not filial, and you don't know the world to let your soul return to Huangquan. Next, let Hongyao seek justice for you. She said lightly, her face was like water. It's just that there is a hint of hatred in those clear eyes.

With the power of leaving the hateful sky, it is not difficult for her to turn over the old things of three years ago. It's just that the result is unacceptable to her.

She didn't know that her father was also an official, and he was a minister of Qiao Shengtian, the secretary of the Ministry of Officials.

My father inadvertently got evidence of Qiao Shengtian's collusion with foreign enemies, and in order to ensure the safety of his family, my father had to resign and retire and become a businessman.

But in the end, Qiao Shengtian was still unwilling to let go of his father, and when the new emperor succeeded to the throne, he was anxious to rectify the ministers; And his father had dealings with the palace, Qiao Shengtian was afraid that the matter would be revealed, and he was always ready to remove this thorn in his side.

Three years ago, Qiao Shengtian finally took advantage of the marriage between the two families, and her relationship with Qiao Qianxue became an opportunity, and Qiao Shengtian sent someone to quietly hide the evidence of the crime and slander the Dai family.

Then, he embezzled all the property of the Dai family, destroyed all the people in the Dai family, and did not even let go of a cat or dog......

She wandered aimlessly on the bustling streets of the imperial capital, her long hair was lightly pulled, her red clothes were flying, and her face was like jade.

It's just a boring walk, but it also attracts passers-by to look back frequently, and even some men boldly talk to her, but she just slightly hooks the corners of her lips and doesn't pay attention.

In the Shangshu Mansion outside the imperial city, red silk is hung in every corner of the mansion.

Just from the outside, it is also extremely festive, and the careful arrangement also makes Shangshu Mansion look extraordinarily brilliant.

She stopped, smiling, as if she were looking at a view.

"On the seventh day of July, I heard that this time, Shangshufu is married to the Minister of Military Aircraft in the court, no wonder it is so magnificent......"

Passers-by on the side looked at the decoration of Shangshu Mansion and began to discuss with envy.

"Yes, I heard that the daughter of the Minister of Military Aircraft gave birth to the national color Tianxiang, and her talent is also top-notch......" The other person chimed in, listening to the tone even more envious.

Hongyao listened to it and shook his head slightly.

It's only been three years, and no one remembers Dai Yiyi who almost got married to Qiao Qianxue, right?

It's good not to remember, because she's dead.

She took out a small ornament from her sleeve, a concentric knot woven from pure black hair, which was intertwined by red threads, and she almost forgot who gave it to whom.

It was her three years ago, and three years later, the person wearing red makeup for him has been replaced by a stranger...

In another place, Qiao Qianxue stood in the deserted courtyard of the Dai family's house, in front of the three tombstones, there was still half a residual incense, and the candlelight was swaying gently in the wind.

He reached out and stroked the slightly smaller tombstone, a glimmer of hope rising in his silent eyes.

Who will be the one who comes to the grave to offer incense......