It was a massacre in a peaceful and happy courtyard, a slaughter where heaven had been reduced to hell, and the beautiful woman was holding the child tightly, allowing the sword to cut the scars on her beautiful body. All that remained was the curvature of helplessness and despair at the corner of her mouth.

"Child, mother is sorry for you, sorry for your father."

Eyes wandered, looking at the man who was fighting hard not far away, so that she had no regrets and was willing to follow. In this life, she only owes it in the next life......

"Weikong, take good care of your sister, you have to take care of her for the rest of your life, a lifetime ......"

The beautiful woman reached into her bosom and took out two purses and stuffed them into the arms of the brother and sister, and smeared her own blood on the faces of the two children, and said the words: "Close your eyes, take this purse well, and ...... it in the future" After all, she did not say anything.

As soon as Hao raised his wrist, a beautiful firework exploded in the air in an instant, and the beautiful woman finally closed her beautiful eyes, but she was not implicated in this world.

The boy who was about ten years old covered his sister's eyes with both hands, and held his ignorant sister's in his arms tightly, his arms trembling but still no longer opened his eyes, no longer looking at the moment of his mother's death.

The handsome man fighting in the distance seemed to have a heart in his heart, and he looked up to this side in an instant, and all he saw was the moment when the woman closed her eyes, and the two children did not cry or make a fuss and closed their eyes, as if they were dead...

At last he stopped fighting, and let the sword be inserted into his body, and he only walked towards the woman step by step, and the hands of the two men were finally clasped together, and both stopped breathing.

"Brother! Brother-"

The ancient painting fan sat up from the bed and looked around, the blood in his eyes still lingering......

Covering his eyes with one hand, it seems to be stained with his mother's blood, and there seems to be the touch of his brother reaching out to cover it......

Tears slipped through the cracks of his fingers, and the suppressed sobbing cry was particularly desolate.

"Girl—"

A soft male voice sounded beside him.

The ancient painting fan put down his hand and turned his head to look. I saw that the man was as long as jade, standing next to the bed in a white shirt and proud bamboo, at this time he was concerned about her...

The misty eyes were momentary, looking at this man who was as cool as bamboo, as warm as jade, but only taught her to feel cold in her heart.

A tear slipped down again.

The man in white wanted to reach out and wipe it, but the ancient painting fan moved ahead of the man, got up and got out of bed.

"Childe, the life-saving grace of the fan can not be repaid, and if the son has a trust in the future, the fan will do his best to help. Farewell. ”

After the ancient painting fan finished speaking, she walked quickly outside the room, in this room, she only felt depressed. I remembered the heart-pounding feeling of last night, and I only sighed that fate made people.

A helpless sigh suddenly sounded behind him, and the ancient painting fan suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at him, but saw that in the light projected by the sun, the fairy-like man was slightly drunk, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were like a breeze caressing with a faint sadness. The heart was pulled in an instant.

The ancient painting fan stood in place in a daze, staring at his eyes tightly, trying to grasp something, what he was expecting......

The hem of the clothes was blowing in the breeze, but I saw a man in white walking towards the ancient painting fan.

The ancient painting fan only felt that time seemed to stand still, and it seemed to be moving rapidly, she wanted to stay in this moment, and she wanted to know what would happen next.

The man walked closer, the two eyes intertwined for a long time, the man raised his hand to get close to the face of the ancient painting fan, the ancient painting fan suddenly woke up, staggered a few times, and retreated.

Looking at the man who made her more and more unable to extricate herself, she suddenly didn't want to know what would happen, she was afraid that if she stayed any longer, her heart would no longer belong to her, she still had a sea of blood and revenge, and now, her heart must be in her own hands. Suddenly, he turned around quickly and ran away......

Leaving only a man in a white shirt, standing in place, the breeze rising, who was drunk......

Running all the way, the ancient painting fan gasped and stopped in an abandoned alley, panting with his back against the wall, his eyes were sore, his throat was tight, and his heart was extremely depressed and uncomfortable.

She wants to go home, she wants to go home, she doesn't want to stay in this broken ancient world, she can't breathe under the weight of her body, she almost died last night, she came here, who did she provoke. You also have to guard your heart tightly, for fear that one wrong step will break your bones!

Go to ****** crossing, my aunt and grandmother are gone, let her go back, go back......

The shoulder was patted, and the ancient painting fan opened his eyes, and it turned out to be the black clothes that had not changed for 10,000 years, obviously annoying, but it would still linger in her mind, so that she chased after her back, and finally hurt her into the tiger's mouth...

Chun Yuan Lan was dressed in black, and the mask covered his original appearance, and now he was just an ordinary man in black who knew the ancient painting fan.

Chunyuan Lan Xu was about to open his mouth to tease, but he was suddenly embraced...

When the ancient painting fan saw the man who could make her let go of all her disguises and temporarily unload all her burdens, the pent-up pain in her heart exploded, and she hugged this face that had caused her to fall here, but was still kind. He wasn't a high-ranking minister, he wasn't someone who wanted to kill her like a snake and scorpion, she wasn't the man in white she was afraid to see......

Everything about him is real, he will lose his temper with him, he will murder her, he will treat her with his true temper, he is the only one who makes her unload her heart...

Gu Huafan hugged him tightly, buried his head deep in his chest, and whimpered in pain......

She wants to vent all the pent-up grievances these days, she wants to cry, she wants to cry......

"Woo, why don't you die, why did you show up, why did you go out of town yesterday, why did you let me see, why did you ignore me, why did you harm me to such a field......"

Chun Yuan Lan looked down at the crying girl in his arms in a daze, and in his impression she never seemed to have cried, let alone a sad expression, he thought she had no heart and lungs, but he didn't expect that she was also a girl who could cry.

Thinking of the scene last night, Chunyuan Lan Xu's hands wrapped around her shoulders, this stupid girl, frightened.

Listening to her whining and choking, Chunyuan Lanxu was confused when she listened, and just wanted to ask, but was pushed and stumbled.

The more Gu Huafan thought about it, the more aggrieved she became, it was all caused by this stinky man, how could she still cry in front of him.

Pushing him away, the ancient painting fan wiped his tears and said, "I don't want to see you again!" ”

Turning and running deeper into the alley.

Chun Yuan Lan Xu looked at the red figure, his eyes instantly became deep, and with a wave of his hand, the secret guard hidden in the dark signaled, and the figure quickly disappeared towards the ancient painting fan.

Chunyuan Lan Xu chewed on the meaning of the words of the ancient painting fan just now, and gradually his eyes became as deep as a pool, and the killing intent in his eyes was fully revealed. Raised his eyes to look in the direction where the ancient painting fan disappeared, but there was a little more tenderness in his eyes, if there was nothing, but it was as tough as silk, deep into the bone marrow.

On the ground, Chunyuan Lan Xu turned his head and swept towards the alley, only to see a man in white there, with a long body and a jade body, a gentleman like jade, and extremely elegant.

Chun Yuanlan's lifelike eyes gradually faded into the bottom of his eyes, leaving only the calm on the surface, and his thin lips said softly: "She is mine, sixth brother, let's find another beauty!" ”

The corner of the man in white still had a soft but cold arc like jade, and he opened his lips lightly, and his voice was like broken jade: "Seventh brother, there is only one beauty, how can the sixth brother give in?" ”

The faint words, the gentle voice, but the mystery in the words is layer after layer. This person is the Sixth Highness of the Cangyang Kingdom Taoguang Raising Jade, the Sixth Highness who has no quarrel with the world, Chunyuan Lanmu.

Chunyuan's blue eyes became dark for a moment, and said: "The sixth brother has been secretly Chen Cang all these years, pushing the seventh brother to the cusp of the storm, and privately Taoguang and raising jade just want that position, the Jiang woman has been the queen for generations, and married Jiang Yuxi, the niece of the Jiang Queen, is not the same as the sixth brother?!" ”

The corners of Chunyuan Lanmu's mouth still had a faint peaceful smile on his lips, and he said softly: "There is only one beauty..., seventh brother." ”

Chunyuan's blue eyes instantly shone brightly, and the bloodthirsty smile at the corner of his mouth expanded, and said: "There is only one beauty, it depends on how the sixth brother goes!" ”

Then, he turned around and left.

Chunyuan Lan Mu looked at the empty alley, the smile on the corner of his mouth remained the same, turned around and walked in a direction, his pace was steady, still as elegant as jade.