The wriggling humanoid on the ground, who had been stripped of his flesh and blood first, and only a layer of fascia and white bones was left on his body, suddenly rushed over like a blood-colored lightning, and the cold light flashed in his hand.

"It's good to go!"

Blood spurted out.

The red autumn rain sprinkled on Mrs. Su's chest, spreading along the lines of the fishing net, and it was a poignant red. The red maple leaves that were knocked down by the cold wind fell down one by one, and the fish intestine sword fell to the bluestone ground, emitting a crisp golden iron whisper.

Blood-red flowers bloomed on the ground, flowing into the distance on top of each other.

She heard the sound of raindrops falling, her breath seemed to have been withdrawn, and the blood-red humanoid creature staggered down, kneeling in front of Mrs. Su's knees, and never moved again.

It was eerily quiet.

The bone-chilling cold carried fear along the soles of ****'s feet slowly, slowly climbing into the heart.

I used to think that the scenes I experienced when I was seven years old were the worst things in the world.

I used to think that losing my parents was like losing the whole world.

In fact, she pretended to be strong, but because she still had one last relative to rely on, she was the most luxurious and unmanageable woman in Chang'an City, but she could not worry about the rest of her life.

She thought she wouldn't be afraid anymore, that there was nothing to make her afraid.

Mrs. Su suddenly raised her head, turned her eyes with difficulty, and looked at the distant mountains in the dark night.

His lips squirmed a few times, and the men standing in front of him approached him, but they didn't hear a single word of form, only a staccato jumble, completely incomprehensible syllable.

"Don't go back to Gangnam... Take refuge in Zhang's house! ”

It was impossible to tell whether it was rain or tears, and in the cold and lonely night, behind the weak woman who had lost her voice and suffered was a mountain that stretched horizontally, like a bloody mouth.

It seemed to drag her alive and swallow her up.

There was a rain of blood in the sky, and she frantically pounced on it, trying to pounce on the picture.

"Mo Yun, Mo Yun, I can't live without him! Mo Yun, I want to go back to Jiangnan, I miss my father, I miss my grandfather! ”

Mo Yun, I'm scared.

Fear that this is true.

"Don't be afraid, grandfather is here."

Real embrace of the warm body, caressing the thin palm of her back, Su Qianruo looked at him with tears in her eyes, and then lowered her head and tore off the inky blanket that he covered her legs.

The trouser legs that are so wide that they can't be ignored are empty, and the tears **** the thin shirt, smashing out shallow pits one by one.

"Don't... Don't. Mrs. Su was frightened and wanted to break free, but was surrounded by Su Qianruo in a wheelchair.

Her hand ran under his armpit and gently lifted him out of the wheelchair.

It turned out that he was as light as a ball of catkins...

I still remember that he once stood in front of her, as steady as Mount Tai, covering all the wind and rain for her, he has always been very heavy!

Circles of white gauze were piled up on the ground, like a white snow in full bloom.

She mechanically unraveled and threw stacks of yarn to the ground, the expression on Mrs. Su's face had frozen, and as she moved, his body trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

His heart was torn apart, and the moonlight in the sky was slowly cutting him apart like those flickering knife lights.

The pain erupted from the soles of his feet to his heart, to every bone vine, like the night of the night, and finally exploded.

A skeleton of bones with all the flesh and blood from the waist down, and the moonlight passed through the bones, leaving a mottled light and shadow on the bright ground.

Under the full moon, the breeze was slow, and a cry like a night owl suddenly broke out in the Taifu Mansion, crying so much that he was heartbroken, crying heartbreaking, crying until the full moon hid in the clouds, and did not dare to come out again.

This cry was miserable and cold, with endless anger, Su Qianruo slowly raised his head, and a blood-red flame burst into his eyes that had completely turned into ink.

"Manzhong, where are you, come quickly!" Su Taifu's eyes were also completely ****, like blood, "Block Taifu's mansion!" Can't let the news of what happened tonight get out of the house! ”

The figure of Zhongbo Rickety appeared on the top of Lei Feng Tower, and a rabbit fell to the ground lightly and skillfully, and slashed at Su Qianruo with one palm.

Su Qianruo, who was frozen by Mrs. Su with bloody eyes, turned around and stared at Uncle Zhong in a creepy manner, before his body fell to the ground softly and was carried into Lanzhi Courtyard by Uncle Zhong.

In Chang'an City, a bloody light rose from the Taifu Mansion, piercing the sky and dyeing the moon red.

On the terrace of the imperial city, the man in the imperial robe looked up at the sky, and his expressionless face was full of joy, "It's coming!" ”

The hands spread over the waist are staggered and clenched, and the palms of the hands shake slightly.

The blood light dissipated between heaven and earth in just a breath, and the entire sky was covered by large ink-colored clouds, slowly falling towards the imperial city of Chang'an.

Countless Yulin guards dressed neatly dressed in black iron armor and wearing red tasseled helmets poured out from the various camps and mansions, and in an instant, the boundless black iron tide shimmered with the cold light of metal in the moonlight, and poured towards the gates of Chang'an City like a hundred rivers converging into the sea.

There was a murderous aura in the air.

The desolate sound of the trumpet woke the sleeping people.

"Chang'an is banned, only in and out! Violators will be executed! ”

The cold and unfamiliar iron-blooded man's voice filled the city, and the freshly dressed and angry horse, the majestic man wearing a heavy sword rode a sweaty and bloody horse, walked all over the city, and passed on the emperor's orders.

Uncle Zhong lifted the couch in the main center of Lanzhi Courtyard and carried Su Qianruo down the dark steps step by step.

There was not a single light on the long passage, so Uncle Zhong took Su Qianruo to a green jade pool in the dark, put her down carefully, let her head rest on the edge of the pool, and the whole person was half lying on the ground.

The sound of gold and jade colliding sounded in the darkness, and Zhongbo opened the dozens of boxes placed by the pool, and threw all the flowers and plants into the pool.

The calm surface of the water began to bubble and gradually boil, and the heat was emitted.

A white mist spread and shrouded the pool.

Stuffing a special cloth stick into Su Qianruo's mouth, Zhongbo pushed Su Qianruo's whole person into the boiling pool water.

Even in a coma, Su Qianruo's snow-like face suddenly became a little distorted, and his facial features became a little hideous due to pain.

Hurt.

Heartbreaking, it is more like thousands of steel needles piercing directly into the heart.

The water beneath her body was boiling, scalding her skin red.

A thin slit suddenly opened under the thin eyelids, and Su Qianruo looked at the rickety figure in the distance through the mist.

She wanted to scream, but she bit the soft cloth stick at the base of her tongue.

Why? She bit her stick and asked a muffled question in her throat.

Sweat rolled down one by one, splashing on the surface of the water where the herbs were floating, and I tried to raise my hand only to find that my arm had been staggered from the shoulder blade.

Uncle Zhong opened his eyes and turned his back.