「……」

"If it weren't for you, Jian Kexin, an orphan who had been with you for life, wouldn't have committed suicide by taking poison, and if it weren't for you, Yuan Mian wouldn't have died at all!"

"Murong Rose!"

Lin Nuanxi roared, holding the cold corpse in his arms, Lin Nuanxi's vision changed from blurry to clear.

Slowly raising his head, Lin Nuanxi looked at the "Murong Rose" in front of him.

"Hehe, what? What do you mean by the way you look at me? You want to kill me?"

Jiang Mi'er suddenly began to laugh loudly, laughing very wildly!

"If you want to take away Beitang Yaori from my Jiang Mi'er, kill me first!"

「……」

Jiang Mi'er looked at the silent Lin Nuanxi, she knew that the dagger that killed Murong Rose was also the dagger that Lin Nuanxi had ended herself, as long as she remembered those, she Lin Nuanxi would remember everything!

Remembering how she felt guilty about the death of the crown!

"What, don't you dare? Haha......"

The smile on Jiang Mi'er's face at this time was the same as that of Murong Rose, which made people scared and crazy!

"Lin Nuanxi, you're just like that! Even if you don't have this little consciousness, you dare to have the courage to be rampant and presumptuous around me again and again, and snatch the Beitang Bright Sun from me, you are delusional! I'm telling you, even if you lose your memory, you'll live forever in guilt for the crown for the rest of your life, you—"

"Pss

Before Jiang Mi'er finished speaking, she paused in pain.

was stabbed into the heart from behind by a sharp dagger, and blood suddenly gushed out, staining Jiang Mi'er's white clothes red.

The painful touch of the heart is extraordinarily real, real and intense!

Jiang Mi'er lowered her head in a daze, and a dagger with blood spots at the tip was pierced out of her chest.

"Tick...... Tick tock!"

The dagger was pulled out again, Jiang Mi'er screamed in pain, and fell to the ground.

Lin Nuanxi looked at the man who was standing behind Jiang Mi'er and stabbed her.

That handsome and wicked face, that man with a light smile on his face but always a hint of evil-

Jiang Bo!

The fragment memory of the broken thread, by this face that she is all too familiar with, reverberates with deep stimulation, and connects everything!

The buzzing head is almost exploding in pain!

Jiang Mi'er turned pale, endured severe pain, and looked at the man in front of her incredulously.

"Brother...... Brother ......"

「……」

Impossible, impossible......

The man in front of him, between his eyebrows, and his delicate facial features, could not be so similar to his brother Jiang Bo!

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

Even the sound is exactly the same! That's impossible!!!!

Jiang Bo licked the bloody dagger, revealing a cold and charming smile.

"For the sake of ...... North Hall Sun Flare...... My brother really ...... Say do...... Here!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Bo raised his eyebrows slightly, even in the face of his biological sister, his eyes were still extremely unfamiliar.

Jiang Mi'er didn't forget that as long as someone would hurt Beitang Yaori, even if it was his own sister, he Jiang Bo would not show mercy!

"Brother...... Brother ......"

Heart, the pain is terrible!

The main hall of this Potala Palace, the crown in front of him, is still the elder brother Jiang Bo in front of him.

This kind of dream-like, but real and painful scene makes Jiang Mi'er almost unable to distinguish the real from the fake.

However, the dead brother Jiang Bo appeared in front of Jiang Mi'er again, which made her both excited and hateful!

"I'm lonely in heaven alone, why don't you stay with me?"