It was a familiar face, laughing and scolding with himself these days, like a flowery face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She used to think that it was the most romantic and moving face in the world, she liked the direct and bright beauty, and she longed for her colorful. However, in just half a day, all the good things were disillusioned, and the beautiful figure in my mind shattered.

-- The woman called the lotus robe lay on the ground indifferently, her skin, which was originally as white as fat, had now lost all its brilliance and vitality, and was covered with bloodstains, and the smell of dead bodies spread in the air, as if the resentment of the soul was coiled and lingered for a long time.

Cen Kexuan covered his mouth, his throat was tight, his lips were pale, and his whole body trembled like fallen leaves in the wind. Frightened, frightened, ridiculous, incredulous, all kinds of emotions instantly surged into my heart, like thousands of stumps tangled, chaotic.

She...... He's dead? When did you die? And why did he die? Who is it that is still talking and laughing with him?

Countless questions swirled in her mind, and she felt that her head was buzzing, but it was blank and clueless.

fell into an empty state for a long time, as if the whole person was about to turn into a stone, only to realize in a trance that there was no way to go on like this, she finally spoke slowly, and her voice was dry and hoarse: "Why did you go in with me?" His eyes were still looking at Lianyi's corpse without blinking.

Huo Qingyuan was stunned for a moment, then leaned against the wall on the side as if relaxed, and said disapprehantly: "Why? It's just curiosity. ”

"Curious?" Cen Kexuan turned his head and stared at his face, "I'm also curious, who are you." ”

Huo Qingyuan smiled indifferently, "An idler." He still looked like he didn't answer. Cen Kexuan's almost sharp gaze wandered away from his face, sweeping back and forth, as if to see through him, and he was not afraid, calmly accepting her scrutinizing gaze.

I don't know how long this silent confrontation lasted, Cen Kexuan finally understood one thing in a long silence - the truth always belongs to the strong, and she does not have the strength to force others to give the truth, he refuses to say, he is actually helpless. In an experience in the basement of Fangcai, she was lucky to be able to save her life, so why bother herself?

After recognizing this reality, she finally gave up questioning and said with a blank face: "Let's bury her." "But my heart was empty, as if there was nothing.

This temple has been abandoned for a long time, inaccessible, not only the cobwebs in the house are scattered, dusty, the courtyard is also overgrown with weeds, especially the position against the corner of the wall, the wild grass seems to have received special nutrients, crazy for many years, has reached the height of knees, at first glance, I am afraid that there are not a lot of snakes and insects hidden. This is by no means a place that ordinary people are willing to set foot in, no wonder Lianyi's body is hidden here.

Walking out of the courtyard, I walked around the surroundings, and found that I had walked a few distances in the underground stone passage, but the ground had bypassed the two horizontal streets, far away from the hustle and bustle of the market. There is a house near here, the tiles are stacked, black and gray, I don't know if there are people living there, and from a distance, it is still desolate.

They found a pit to bury the lotus clothes, and the yellow and reddish soil was shoveled up with the discarded shovels in the ruined temple, and then little by little it covered the already stiff face, and neither of them spoke. A woman so vivid and beautiful turned into a corpse in an instant—how can the world be so absurd, and every scene in life is real or illusory? She didn't know.

Constantly recalling all the things of these days, but my mind is getting more and more chaotic, the deaths of Table Qin'er and He Liang, Lian Yi offered to teach Xinrong to dance, and even secretly told herself Jinyue's secret, these are probably premeditated. Having witnessed two deaths in a few days, and being seriously injured herself, she only felt that the world was so bloody and cruel that she was afraid that she wanted to stay away.

But she didn't dare to forget the handkerchief embroidered with a blood unicorn, all of which might not be something she could dodge if she wanted to.

Who is it? Could it be the same group that killed the Cen family back then? Do they want that jade pendant on their body? Thinking of this, the pain in his chest suddenly worsened a lot, and the hand holding the iron tree trembled slightly. She struggled to control her emotions and continued to analyze: although she was not sure whether the Lianyi she had seen these days was the same person, she was sure of one thing, and that was that the deceased in front of her was not the person who whispered to her under the eaves today—the woman who had the heart to guide her into the basement.

That woman must have had an ulterior motive. She suddenly threw away the iron tree in her hand and stood up straight, and after taking a deep breath as if cheering herself up, she turned around and patted Huo Qingyuan's shoulder, and said concisely: "I still have some things, we will meet later." After speaking, without waiting for Huo Qingyuan to reply, he finally glanced at the temple behind him, and then left him and walked towards the old mansion in the distance alone.

There is a small path next to the house, which spreads out and leads to the street.

She is not a very decisive and straightforward person, it stands to reason that if Huo Qingyuan didn't lie to her, then he would at least be barely her savior, and the two of them had some short-term companionship experience, so it is reasonable to find a place to eat something, or chat a few words, even if it is a hostile mutual temptation, they should not part ways without saying a word. But she had no energy anymore, her tense nerves, her injured body, and her chaotic thoughts had tormented her unspeakably.

Now she just wants to go back to Banjiang Tower, return to Bai Moyin's side to seek some support and shelter, and tell him about Lianyi, she can't cope with this, but Bai Moyin will definitely be able to. If it were him, he would definitely be able to solve it. She clenched her fists, and her steps grew faster.

Huo Qingyuan didn't stop it, silently looking at her departing back, and didn't lower his head until he disappeared. Under his feet was a slightly raised mound, a square piece of bamboo, he slowly squatted down, picked up the bamboo piece, and held a flying knife in his other hand stretched out from the cuff, and made a few strokes on the bamboo piece, quickly and powerfully.

A moment later, his figure disappeared in the dim sunlight in the opposite direction to Cen Kexuan's departure.

The breeze gradually rose and passed through the dilapidated temple, making a whirring echo, like a low wail swirling. Under the trees outside the temple, a new small mound looks particularly abrupt and lonely, and the bamboo pieces inserted in the tomb seem to be shaken by the wind, and the inscriptions on it can be faintly seen from a distance.

It reads, The Tomb of the Lotus Clothes.