The woman lying on the warm couch was peaceful, as if she had fallen asleep deeply, covered with a brocade quilt, and the charcoal fire in the room occasionally crackled once or twice.

She approached the warm couch step by step, looking at her autumn-rich face.

The light outside the window just fell on her face, and the woman was born with a face like a bright moon, when she fell asleep like this, she was quiet and serene, and her straight eyebrows were almost about to go into her sideburns.

The more the woman standing by the bed looked at her, the colder her eyes became.

Sen Sen's words whispered: "If you are just an ordinary woman, you have nothing to do with me, but you can save a life, blame your life for being too similar to that Zhao Zishi, and let her occupy your body." ”

The woman curled her black lips and sneered coldly: "She took your body and became you, so you must die." ”

As she spoke, the woman stretched out her hand, her fingers slid over her autumnal face, and gently slid over, her long sleeves brushing her skin, dragging out a beautiful arc.

The person who fell asleep didn't respond to her words, but the woman said with great interest: "But you can be regarded as having done a meritorious thing, and when I dig out your heart and let Zhao Zishi live, I will recite a mantra for you to let you go on your way." ”

She said darkly, her fingers slowly moving from her autumnal face to her heart.

Through a thin layer of clothing, her fingers wandered on her collarbone, and suddenly a dagger appeared from under her sleeve, the edge of the dagger flashed in the night, and the tip of the dagger pressed against her collarbone.

Wandering, he gently picked open her clothes with a dagger, revealing half of her white chest.

She pointed the dagger against it and whispered bewitchingly, "I'm going to cut your heart open, it might hurt a little, you need to bear with it." ”

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and smiled, which was very weird.

After that, the eyes had become very cold, and he suddenly raised the dagger in his hand and slashed at the edge of her heart, intending to cut out a piece of flesh and bone along the side of her heart.

In this way, you can take out all the hearts.

It's really bloody.

The dagger was almost close to the autumn skin, but the woman suddenly saw a candlelight reflected on the dagger, her heart was cold, and before she could turn around to look behind her, the dagger in her hand no longer knew what was concentrated, and it was bounced out.

Her men felt numb, and the dagger ricocheted off and into the wall.

The woman's face showed a look of horror, and if she could have such a profound internal force, it would mean that the person who flew her dagger had unfathomable kung fu.

She jerked back.

I saw a white figure in the layers of gauze tents that were blown and dancing by the wind, and the man stood sideways in front of the branch-like candlestick, holding a fire fold in his hand, gently polishing and lighting a candle.

He turned his body to the side again, and lit a lotus lantern hanging from the lampstand with a fire fold.

The clear light illuminated the appearance of the man, the white clothes poured out like the moon, and the placket was a fine embroidered ayara, on which the intricate and ancient patterns were very beautiful, but mysterious and strange, difficult to fathom.