It's been three days since the red-clad swordsman left. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Rourong will look at the bustling crowd every day as long as she has her spare time, when will the red-clothed swordsman come again? Is he walking in this prosperous capital with a sword on his back now? Or is he ...... Already gone? Embarked on the journey again. Or is he ...... Reluctant to come again. Because she's just the most ordinary dancer in this flower street. It's not worth seeing him again. Every time she thinks of this, she will take a deep breath and tell herself that if there is a fate, we will definitely be able to meet.

Every time she sees a man in red coming from afar on the street, Rourong will have a hope in her heart, could it be that person? However, hope is always lost. It's not him, it's not the man in red, it's not the swordsman with the vicissitudes of life in his eyes. Not the man with a warm smile.

Today, at this moment, she saw a man in red walking from a distance again, could it be him? After countless disappointments in her heart, she didn't dare to look forward to it anymore. Maybe just an ordinary man in red. After all, the red-clothed swordsman never appeared. Although I didn't dare to hold out much hope in my heart. But she still looked at the man in red who came from afar. Little by little, he got closer, and his figure and silhouette were seen little by little. Although he didn't carry the quaint and heavy knife on his back, it was him. The red dress was so conspicuous in the crowd, and he stood on the crowded flower street and looked up at Rourong. Smile slightly. It seems to be silently saying to Rourong that I'm coming.

For a moment, Rouge couldn't hear the noise around her, and only herself and the red-clothed swordsman watching her were left in her world.

Rouge covered her mouth, hot tears running through her eyes. He's coming.

The man in red quickly came to Rourong, and he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Rourong's eyes with his slightly calloused thumb, and the rough touch on his thumb swept across Rourong's face. He spoke slowly. "Don't cry. I'm coming. ”

But after he said this, Rourong cried even more.

The man in red gently kissed Rourong's forehead. Although her voice was soft, every word made Yan Rong feel that she was the happiest person in the world at this moment. "Yan Rong, I'll take you out of here, I'll redeem you, and then take you through the world together."

"Okay." Rouge smiled and looked up at the man in red. Her voice was slightly hoarse from crying. The happiness at this moment made her feel that she had no regrets in death, but at this moment. Rouge felt a strange feeling coming from her heart. It was as if the heart was being held by something.

She froze. Then she slowly lowered her head, and she saw the hand of the man in red turn into a sharp claw and pierce her heart.

This, how can this be. How could it be, it can't be. He......

Raising her head, Rouge seemed to want to confirm that the man in front of her was really the man in red she knew. She slowly reached out and stroked the face of the man in red. The touch is warm and real. Stroking the face of the man in red, although there were tears in Rourong's eyes, she smiled. She carried something that she couldn't tell if it was love or sadness.

The man in red also smiled, and his smile had the charm of turning everyone upside down. He spoke, his voice faintly indifferent. "The eighth, the heart of the glass." Then the hand snapped in. Rourong's body slowly collapsed because she lost her support. There were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

Shaking off the warm blood on his hand, the man in red frowned. It seems to be disgusted by the stickiness that comes from the hand. He glanced down at the corpse of Rouge lying at his feet, and then the man in red left.

In the noisy streets, no one noticed him leaving, just as no one noticed him coming. A gust of wind blew, and the brass bells hanging on the eaves jingled, witnessing everything happening.

A moment later, there was a flurry of footsteps from the dance room, and someone found Rourong lying on the ground with her heart stripped of her heart. But the panic soon dissipated. It's just a little dancing girl. In such a street, there are countless young girls who are sent in every day, and there are also countless corpses that are carried out. And she's just one of them. Soon she will be forgotten in this flower street. No one will ever remember the Blue-Eyed Maiden who was once full of freedom and hope, and longed to come from a foreign land.

Rouge remembers that she was dead, killed by the red-clothed swordsman. But how did she end up here at this moment? She felt at a loss, shouldn't she go to reincarnation after death?

There was a feeling of emptiness in my heart. suddenly remembered that she was killed by heart. How can I not feel empty in my heart? Looking around blankly, Rourong found that it was a smoky room. In the middle of the room is a huge furnace with intricate patterns painted on the floor. And her heart is in a brocade box in the corner. I don't know why, she just has such a strong feeling. Immediately afterwards, Yan Rong saw the killed Li Gongzi, or the soul of Li Gongzi.

He was standing in front of the furnace in a daze.

Yan Rong walked up to Li Gongzi and stretched out her hand to shake it in front of Li Gongzi. But Li Gongzi didn't react at all, he just looked at Ding Lu stupidly. Yan Rong gently pushed Li Gongzi, who didn't react at all, and then saw Li Gongzi turn his head to look at Yan Rong sluggishly. His eyes were blank. and the high-spirited scholar I once saw in the dance hall.

After staring at Rourong for a long time, Li Gongzi said a name intermittently. "Sheng...... Song ......" and then stretched out his hand, as if trying to grab the person in front of him. The stupid Li Gongzi took Rourong, who also had turquoise pupils, as a sheng song.

"I'm not." Rouge took two steps back. Dodged Li Gongzi's hand to grab her.

She continued to look inside the room, and she spotted a man in the corner, a man in a blue and white robe who was nailed to the gallows.

Rouge slowly walked to the man's side, and then stretched out her hand, but her hand passed through the man's body and reached directly in.

The man tied to the gallows with his head bowed suddenly spoke. "Girl, your hands are a little cold in my body." As he said this, the man raised his head, it was a man with a baby face. He was now pale and chapped lips because he was nailed to the gallows. He breathed with a sound, as if from the pain. "Hello, my name is Qingming. The blue of the blue, the song of the birdsong. From the Ethereal Mountain, he is a Taoist priest. Although it's a bit embarrassing now. Saying this, Yan Rong saw that the man named Qingming smiled weakly and weakly, and his smile was as warm as light.

Yan Rong hurriedly withdrew the hand that was placed in Qingming's body. "My name is Rouge, Rouge's Rouge, Hibiscus's Rong."

"Rourong, what a beautiful name." Qingming praised in a low voice.

Listening to Qingming's praise, Rourong had a strange feeling. It seems that she has died and escaped from the shackles of the world, or because she has fallen from the end of the world, or because she has a strange feeling in such a place, under the background of such a light. Rouge smiled, smiling like a flower. "I like you." After saying that, she was stunned.

Listening to Rourong's words, Qingming's body stiffened for a moment, as if he was involved in the wound, he hissed, and then he looked at Rourong. "I like you too, you're beautiful."

"Thank you for the compliment, you are the first man to compliment me on my beauty." Rourong felt that if she hadn't known the red-clothed swordsman, if she hadn't been killed, she would definitely fall in love with this lovely man. Even if he is a Taoist priest, no, no, it should be said that she has begun to like this man. After all, that woman will like to praise her beautiful man.

Qingming looked at Rourong, and the woman in front of her looked very happy because she was praised.

There was a creak, and the sound of the door being pushed open was heard. Rouge turned her head to look at the source of the sound. She saw a man in white, a man in white with a candle in his hand, and her appearance was half the same as that of Shengge.

"Shengge...... Miss. Rouge hesitated.

The woman just raised her eyes and glanced at Rourong faintly, she didn't speak, she put down the candle to herself, and then began to pick and choose from a pile of herbs. Then put the herbs in the Ding furnace. Finally, he picked up the candle again and left, and his movements were familiar, as if he had done it a thousand times.

Rouge quietly watched the woman's movements until the woman left. She spoke again.

"What the hell is this ......"

"Ahem." Qingming coughed twice. "That woman should be the murderer of the heart-gouging case."

"You mean Miss Shengge. How is it possible, I obviously saw that the person who cut my heart was ......" Yan Rong's eyes widened and murmured in disbelief.

"She's an eight-tailed fox and is proficient in illusions, I'm afraid you fell for her illusions at that time." Qing Ming wanted to smile at Rourong, but made a grinning expression because he pulled the wound again.

"So, I'm not being ...... Killed by him......" Yan Rong's mind suddenly became very confused, she thought she was killed by that man, but it turned out that it wasn't. In the end, she still didn't meet the red-clothed swordsman.

"Why are you so depressed all of a sudden?" Qing Ming felt the cold air coming from beside him, and he looked at Yan Rong with puzzlement in his voice.

There was a green sound in her ears, and Rourong came back to her senses. "I thought I was killed by the guy I was waiting for, but what you said just now made me know that wasn't."

"Isn't that good? You're not killed by someone you like. Qingming blinked, he didn't understand the affection in Yan Rong's eyes.

"But it's also a blessing to die at the hands of someone you love." There was a touch of sadness in Rourong's tone. "But it turned out to be a hallucination." After speaking, Rourong sighed.

Qing Ming tilted his head and thought, he couldn't figure it out. But looking at Yan Rong, he thought of Jin Niang, the woman who kept saying that she wanted revenge, but in the end she couldn't do it to Fu Hunt at the last moment and went to reincarnation.

Maybe that's love? The feeling of feeling a little sour after listening to the story. Qing Ming thought about it, but he still didn't understand why he was in such a mood.