He shook his head.

For revenge? There may be a reason for this, but there must be other reasons.

Zhao Zishi's slender eyes squinted slightly in the candlelight, half-open and half-closed, and in those eyes, the gray candle flame was reflected, swaying under her eyes, which was very good-looking, but it made her eyes even more depressed and unable to see the emotion.

The vicious words poured out of her lips, smooth and cruel: "I'm going to come back to see you, to see how bad you are now, and how bad it feels to live in sin, right?" You should have nightmares every night, dreaming of the child who was killed by your order, in the bloody swaddling clothes, a little person with blurred flesh and blood, he can't even speak, Ah Yu, I come back, in order to curse you, curse you in this life, no one will call you father again, curse you for eternity, hold the sins you have committed, you will not be allowed to enter reincarnation, life after life, eternal life. ”

When you enter samsara, you can forget the past.

How could he be so easily freed from his sins and reincarnated again.

The man standing with his backlight straight was like a lightning strike.

Her hatred went deep into her bone marrow and became a sharp sword, she stuck this sword in her heart, fed it with her own blood every night, and she didn't dare to forget it all the time.

Then, with this sharp sword, plunge it into his heart.

He saw the flame in her eyes, as if the candlestick reflected in her eyes had been knocked over, and burned in her eyes, and in her eyes a fire was being lit, and the fire was growing stronger and stronger.

It was a fire of hatred that could not be extinguished.

His heart twitched and ached, he couldn't stand still, he took a few steps back, his chest was too painful, he reached out and covered his chest, just opposite her, each covering his heart, enduring the pain.

In the end, they have come back to the same place.

Thinking like this, Zhan Yu suddenly laughed, but the smile was too desolate, echoing in the hall, and it was very sad.

"Eleven, no matter life or death, I have to hold you, whether you live or die, you have to follow me, if I don't enter reincarnation, how can you reincarnate alone?" The man's voice was hoarse and dark, and his eyes fell on her body gently, but it was like a net covering the heavens and the earth, and her breathing suddenly slowed down.

If I don't enter samsara, how can you be reincarnated alone?

The candle flame in the hall burned alone, occasionally making a crackling sound, the atmosphere in the hall sank, and the two people looked at each other coldly, feeling that time was wandering around them, and what they took away was not just the past.

And her love, her love.

Now, they have become this situation, and even if they die, they will be entangled.

In the dark and gloomy room, there was no light, it was already winter, and there was no starlight, and I could only vaguely see the white gauze tent swaying slightly in the wind.

A black figure sneaked in quietly from the window, with a sturdy figure, jumped in on the lattice, and landed steadily in the open space, with elegant movements, his hands bent up and close to his side, slightly sideways, the skirt embroidered by Ayaluo, swaying, very beautiful.

Through the open window, there was finally some light, and you could see a person lying on the warm couch not far away, and the corners of his white clothes hung down from the warm couch, blown by the wind, and swayed slowly.

The long black hair covered the white clothes that fell down, and the scene was an elegant and beautiful painting.