Sanyana didn't know that Rika was only saying these words to ease her emotions. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Even if Lixiang's words and deeds are developing in the direction of "gentlemen", but girls are still girls, seeing a little ambiguous trace on Sanyana's beautiful body like a lamb, Lixiang first turned her head to look at the wall.

However, Rika belongs to the dark-skinned and thick-skinned people, and although she has a strange pity for Sanyana in her heart, Minver Victoria's wish is her justice. So she still has a disgusted expression, similar to the psychology of hating the house and the crow, the woman named Sanyana was raised by the "enemy" of the head of the family, I have to hate her, and the little girl brought back by the head of the house is also the enemy of the head of the house, even if the head of the house also presses her to the bed, Lixiang's justice will not change.

After a long wait, it slowly got dark. Sanyana was wearing a gorgeous big skirt, unable to restrain her mood, and stood at the window and looked out.

Also looking out of the castle window at the cement road is Lixiang, but she doesn't have the mood of hoping that the head of the family will not come back. Lixiang felt that she was too bored to stay here by herself, with only servants and the concubine crying and crying of the head of the family, and she was guessing that the madman who dared to assassinate the head of the family would definitely be executed on the spot, but I wonder if the little girl head of the family will bring it back alive?

But the weather was clearly disappointing today, as it was just getting dark, and a gust of wind broke out on the spot, and raindrops the size of beans crackled and fell. The already understaffed servants in the castle immediately rushed to prepare for the wind and rain.

Rika sighed and walked down the steps, and just now another henchman who followed Mingfu called her. She clapped her hands and instructed the servants in a hurry: "Listen to me, tonight's celebration banquet of the head of the family is canceled, and the dinner is simple for two people as usual, you can do it later, okay, let's go get busy!" ”

In fact, it is necessary to collect more things, after the owner moved in, he carried out a big cleaning, some things were thrown away, and some things in the guest rooms were not very important, and the cost of replacing them was too great, so I had to wash them first.

Amid the incessant roar of thunder, Sanyana still ate very little, and then went to bed with mixed feelings. She hoped that the assassination would succeed, but reason told her that it was impossible, and the noisy wind and rain and thunder made her heart chaotic, and she could not calm down at all, nor could she think about anything, and did not fall asleep until the second half of the night.

The next day, Sanyana was awakened by the noise downstairs, and the noisy and cheerful popular musical instruments indicated that the hall was making up for the celebration banquet of the previous night. Minver is back! Sanyana's body tensed, and she felt a bone-chilling coldness sweep over her body.

Nothing has changed, hell is still hell.

Someone slammed the door open, and Sanyana shrank into the soft quilt with a shudder. The footsteps were as usual, the heels and the floor were pounding crisply and coldly, without a hint of sluggishness and hesitation, as if nothing in the world could stop the man!

Minver Victoria!

The man gasped slightly, bent over beside her, all disgusting breath. Sanyana bit her lip and tensed her body in pain, the quilt lifted from her head, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes against the early morning sun.

"Sanyana, you're pale." After pulling down the quilt, Mingfu left tiredly, speaking in a declarative sentence that she couldn't tell what kind of emotion she wanted to express.

Minver sat back in the armchair of the room, his arms propped up on the armrests, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and there was no expression on his Sculpted face, probably thinking about something.

There were plenty of dried blood stains on his clothes, as well as rain-soaked folds and splashes of mud. This is very strange, how can Mingfu, who is usually a clean and elegant person who pays great attention to his clothes and appearance, not change his soiled clothes for so long.

Sanyana didn't talk about living, she didn't like to talk to her enemies, it was a matter of principle, she didn't communicate emotionally, and she didn't care about anything about him. She knew she couldn't lie in bed anymore, so she got up and picked up the dress that was on the bedside table.

"Sanyana."

Sanyana shuddered with fright, the smooth silk dress in her hand slipped off her body in shock, and the girl's large skin was directly exposed to the air, bathed in the wonderful sun.

"Do you have a needle and thread? There's someone in the dungeon who needs it, and you send it over. Minfer didn't notice her, and his eyes didn't know where to go.

"Yes." Sanyana agreed, hurriedly bent down, and bit her lip to hide her embarrassment and ugliness.

"Sanyana, you are the only woman in this house, too little." Mingfu looked up at her, still speaking in a calm voice telling the truth.

"What?" Sanyana exclaimed. She understood what he meant? The woman, not the female member of his organization, but the woman who is his woman, the woman who is his own!

"I won't snub you, Sanyana, she's a very self-aware person, I hope you can get along with her." Minfer shifted his position and sighed in his chair.

"Bastard." Sanyana's pale ten fingers tightly grasped the soft fabric in her hand, and the dress was soft and smooth like the skin of a girl's Spring Festival.

"Do you want to curse me? Sanyana. Minver said in a tired tone, "You're like an idiot in front of me." ”

"Okay." Sanyana whispered. She burst out, screaming hysterically, ignoring her slippery dress, and pounced on Minfer's neck.

"You hate me, Sanyana." Mingfu seemed to be an outsider who had nothing to do with him, watching the erupting Sanyana clamp his neck hard.

"I know, you hate me for killing your master, and you hate me for insulting you." Minfer tilted his head and thought for a moment, "And persecuting other little girls or something." ”

"It's so innocent!" Minver sighed.

"He's your father, he's your father, how can you kill him?" Sanyana pounced on him, she couldn't kill him, she knew it. Her whole body trembled with anger, and she could only hold Minfu's neck in vain.

There is a warm touch, beating blood, undulating muscles......

This is a person, this is actually a person? This eternally indifferent, emotionless, and inhuman devil is actually human!

"Alright, Sanyana." Minfer looked at her, still angry, arrogant as a god sneering at this praying mantis with teeth and claws, and that kind of weak waste could not pose a threat to him at all. "Don't make a fuss." His hands followed the curve of Sanyana's back, scribbling and tired, and he was not in the mood to do the things that usually made Sanyana sick and painful. Just a reminder, "Don't you want to check it out?" That little beauty has been waiting for you in the dungeon. ”

White and crystal snowflakes fell from the sky, and the young ice blue orange stood on the highest attic of the palace, silently looking at the frozen and silver-covered world.

"Sha Shuo hates this world," her pale golden pupils reflected nothingness, "it's so cold, it's boring." ”

In the midst of the snowflakes, a pitch-black figure appeared behind Ice Blue Orange in the wind, black feathers falling from the top of the small Ice Blue Orange's head, and she reached out to grab the inky black feather that contrasted with the current white.

"Who are you? Why are you standing behind me? Bing Qingcheng lowered her head and stroked her soft feathers, and asked in a childish but cold tone.

"You look calm, little princess." These were the first words her grandfather had ever said to her.

Ice Blue Orange turned to face him with her face raised, her golden pupils narrowing into a small spot in the shape of an olive, probably in fear of the reflection of the snow.

As marked on the data, the eldest princess of the Haibo Kingdom has the bloodline of some kind of strange creature that has been exterminated by the Emperor in the legend, and the eyes that are different from the structure of normal people are proof of this. What could happen to this princess? The thin factor in human blood is just atavistic! However, the information says that the successive kings of the Haibo Kingdom have inherited a "voodoo fruit" as the last hole card in their hands, so they should know the strength of the foreign bloodline, why would they ignore the princess with such good qualifications.

"My name is Sha Shuo, and although I don't like the name, I hate it when people call me a princess." Bing Qingcheng said with a serious face, "Uncle who was blown by the wind, what is your name?" ”

Grandpa smiled and put a pre-prepared gift, a pink plush scarf with small fluffy pompoms, on Ice Orange's neck. This kind of thing that he had never done before, seemed simple, but it was clumsy to do.

"I'm your grandfather, from far away. It's a pleasure to see you, Shash. ”

Bing Qingcheng pulled up the scarf by herself, raised the black feather in her hand and asked, "Grandpa, what kind of bird's feathers are these?" ”

"Raven." Grandpa said, "Sha Shuo, don't you wonder if I'm your grandfather after all?" ”

"My mom is dead." Bing Qingcheng continued to fiddle with the feathers in his hand, "Crow, it's a bird that portends death, grandpa, are you a killer?" ”

……

The snowflakes in the palm of the hand, fused, and then never came back.

Even though these hands are spread out in the sun, they are stained with the blood of their loved ones.

Ice Blue Orange sat on the ground with his back to the cold wall in the dungeon of Castle Minfer, his whole body shrouded in darkness. There was only a small ventilation window overhead, and the sun shone in after the rain, and she gently held it with both hands, a gentle light.

"Grandpa, I like the scarf you gave me." Bing Qingcheng gasped in a low voice, "I really like it, thank you." It was the first gift I ever had from someone in my life, and I really enjoyed it and was very happy. But I never told my grandfather. ”

Last night, Bing Qingcheng watched his grandfather walk down a remote road.

It was in vain. Bing Qingcheng is very clear, even resentful! The subject of resentment is not to Mingfu, but to the object of her grandfather's allegiance, as well as herself.

In the storm of lightning and thunder that day, the guy named Mingfu calmly walked up the path of their ambush, leisurely holding a black umbrella that was better than nothing, and wearing a gorgeous white evening dress. Not the object of assassination and assassination, but one to go to the appointment, the other to send to death.

"Why?"

"Don't ask, Shashuo." Grandpa pressed Bing Qingcheng's head, "This is my loyalty, the master has a life-saving grace to me, and now that he has been killed, I can't stay out of the matter, I only care about my own survival." ”

Why? Grandfather? You've always said you'd take me out of the palace and to experience something more peculiar and beautiful. Didn't we say yes? Why did you leave me? Because of your master? He saved you before, so you really have no chance of winning, and are you willing to die and give him your life back?

Barely visible in the dark rain. But Bing Qingcheng still saw clearly with her eyes that there was no chance of an unexpected duel in this unilateral torture.

The guy named Minfer barely used a force he had never seen before. It was a heavy, invisible force that pressed my grandfather to the ground, sinking into rain and mud.

Then I rushed out, and the Wind Whisper Sword came out of its sheath and stabbed into Minfu's lower abdomen.

The next second, invisible gravity pressed on me, and I threw myself into the muddy water. Mingfu stepped on the Wind Whispering Sword, and I heard the wail of the metal on the blade, which broke apart.

Luckily, I had rushed close to Minver and splashed him with mud. He was very angry and said to the public in an unpleasant dull voice: "I didn't expect you to carry a small one!" ”

"My name is Ice Orange." I say.

"What are you going to do?" Grandpa shouted angrily, "Didn't I let you go? ”

"This world is too big, grandpa, I don't know where I'm going alone."

"Ice Orange?" Minfer suddenly said in a vicious, brisk voice, "Well, go and cut off your grandfather's head and give it to me, and I'll let you live." ”

The pressure on my body lightened, and I got up from the ground, still clutching the broken Wind Whispering Sword in my hand.

"What's wrong? Don't do it? ”

"I'm thinking." I thought and said, "Will you let me go?" What do I say to my grandfather in the end? Let him not hold a grudge against me over there and curse me......"

How could it be! I clenched my broken sword and slashed at Minfu, but he didn't move, just looked behind me.

I suddenly felt a feeling of inner breaking, I turned around, I didn't hear, but I knew what my grandfather said to me at that moment, the ridicule of Mingfu.

The hot blood splashed on me, and it turned out that the rain was so cold, and the cold seemed to throw my heart into the deep sea that froze in winter.

My grandfather told me that although the sea freezes in winter, the fish and shrimp in the ocean will still be alive and vibrant.

But it was really cold, and in that dark place, even the sea was covered with ice.

"Sha Shuo, what would happen if one day, the people around you left you?"

The day before leaving the palace, my grandfather wiped the cold blade in the candlelight, and even in the dim light, he could see the wrinkles that suddenly appeared haggard, and the silver threads on his temples were white.

"I'll live on my own, no matter who leaves me."

Yes, this is the answer to my dearest elders, don't worry about me, I will live seriously and fulfill the dream I told you, I will go to pursue the world that is more distant, across the horizon.