The four-corner mansion in front of her finally calmed down Murong Qian's wife, who had been running all the way, and looking at this familiar mansion, her throbbing heart finally calmed down a little.

It's just that she is like this now, she can't let Qiao Yuexin and Murong Lian see it, so she can only climb over the wall and jump into the mansion by herself first.

Inside the house, Murong sat cross-legged, and the mana in her hands became thinner and thinner. She had been doing her luck for a long time, but she didn't know why the wound couldn't stop bleeding. Thankfully, the knife didn't pierce the last layer of film. If that membrane was also pierced, she would have no chance to come back, and she didn't want to bear the beauty of bleeding.

It's just the blood in her heart plus a hint of sweetness extending from her throat, just an ordinary cultivation disciple, she can't bear it.

"If I have the opportunity to go back, I will definitely make Qiao Yuehengyu endure a hundred times more pain than me." Murong sat on her knees at the corner of the bed, supporting the edge of the bed with her hands, struggling and embarrassed.

The sky is blue and the sun is white, and you can easily see the people outside the window through the doors and windows of Baisha.

Murong Lian was standing by the small window corner on the west side of the room at the moment.

"Mother's ······" Murong Qianwen muttered quietly. Tears rolled down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes, and I don't know if it was because of the pain in my flesh or because of the throbbing pain in my heart.

Murong Lian, who was standing in the corner of the window, turned around, still looking young and beautiful, with this appearance, even if she was a servant, she didn't have the cheesiness of a servant, and she actually had half of the appearance of a lady.

Murong Lian was a little suspicious that she had heard the voice of her voice just now, and walked to the window tentatively.

"Sister-in-law, is that you?" Fingertips tapped the window screen, as if it was really Murong Tianwen behind the curtain.

Murong Qian's hand holding the edge of the bed broke out in a cold sweat and slid down.

She really wanted to go out, she really wanted to go out, to meet her mother who had taken care of her for 18 years, to meet the mother she thought about day and night.

Murong Tianwen got out of bed and stood up, she decided, she was going to see her mother, even if she was a ghost now, she was going to see her mother.

She moved step by step, it wasn't that she didn't want to go faster and faster, but the pain in her body, she chose to forget that it had been imprinted on her body.

"Mother, Mother, I'm coming. It's me, it's my daughter-in-law. "Murong Qian's sister-in-law Li is only one step away from the corner of the small window.

Murong Lian really listened to it, it was her voice, it was really her sister-in-law, she was back. Ever since she left Qiao Yue's Mansion and went to Kunlun, who cultivated immortals, she had changed from supporting her at the beginning to missing her

Now it's time to regret it. She wants to tell her that she doesn't agree with her going, and she wants to keep her by her side.

She is now an official lady, not the humble and despisable servant Murong Lian before, she uses all means to get herself out of the sea of suffering, she can let Murong Qianwen use this identity as Miss Qiao Yue to live a good life.

"Dumpling, don't go, mother can ······" Not finished.

The white curtain was stained red with blood, and the people outside the window had disappeared under the blood-colored scratches before they even let out any screams.

The footsteps stopped, and a heart that was still beating through the thin layer suddenly stopped. Then it swelled and throbbed, and it became more and more violent, but she couldn't take a step away. The weight of a thousand pounds is not enough to describe at this time.

"Mother, mother." Murong Tianwen roared loudly, she couldn't take a step, but she still broke through the words that were choked in her throat.

Lin Xiao stood outside the window with his back to Murong Qianwen, raised the mirror fan in his hand, and the person behind the curtain was clear at a glance.

"Miss Qiao Yue, come out, your family has been slaughtered by me, and you don't have to worry about it." The bright light reflected through the mirror fan and shone into Murong Qian's eyes.

Stung by the light, Murong Qian's stunned expression reacted. The feet that stopped there reacted, and the weight of the thousand pounds had already been unloaded, and she ran out of the door, and her heart was also unloaded.

"Why do you want my heart, why do you want to slaughter my family?" The extreme roar, with the vibration of the vocal cavity, and the somewhat writhing voice are full of the girl's love for her family for eighteen years, and the dazed and fearful death of the person at this moment.

Murong Lian, who fell in a pool of blood, paralyzed Murong Tian's whole body, and the click-like sensation spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body, impacting her vision and nerves.

Lin Xiao couldn't get used to crying for the sake of his family. The word family is no stranger to him.

"Hehe, I'm here to help you out. Solving your troubles is also solving my problems. ”

The sharp knife took Lin Xiao to find Murong Qian's wife, and he couldn't bear it anymore at this moment.

Murong Tilt's heart was ripped out alive, and the bright red could no longer be bright red. It's just that she didn't fall down immediately, but still had a trace of her own consciousness. After a while, he also fell.

Lin Xiao took Murong Qian and her heart, and left this Qiao Yue Mansion where things were suddenly wrong.

What is left in the house is a red silence, but also quiet and eerie.

All the disciples are ordinary Taoist cultivators, and when they go to Penglai, they naturally need someone to accompany them, and the night god asks for orders to accompany them.

"Si Ming, why didn't I see Qianyang?" Wushan Qiyue looked east and west, looking for no trace of shallow poplar.

"Yingzhou has a lot of wind, she is good at wind, and she should escort Yingzhou's disciples." Si Ming walked ahead, not seeing the loss on Qiyue's face behind him.

"You know she's not in Kunlun, and you promise to take me."

Si Ming didn't want to answer this unreasonable question, and when he cast a spell with both hands, he wanted to summon the door to send Qiyue out.

"Wait, wait, I was wrong, I was wrong." He can't be sent back, he is not qualified to watch the game, and he is embarrassed to come if he is sent back, not to mention that he will be able to see Qianyang in a day or two.

"Hmph." Si Ming withdrew the move and continued to move forward.

The scenery at the foot of Kunlun Mountain is still a pair of turquoise evergreen, flowers blooming, purple and red. It's just that although this flower is no different from the flower of that day, Si Ming feels that it is missing the same taste, as if it is a little out of color because of something missing.

Perhaps, is that the word?

Qiao Yuehengyu is strolling in the sea of no cherry blossoms at the moment. The petals fall in the sea of flowers, the breeze gusts, and the warm sun shines and people are slightly drunk, showing a quiet spring day.

Dancing and falling swords, the petals in the air fluttered scattered, were cut into two pieces, and landed on the top of Hengyu's head. With the petals of green silk and hundreds of clothes as the background, Hengyu's whole person is shrouded in pink bliss.

"It's beautiful." Lin Xiao, who was standing in the distance, held the fan in his hand, and looked intently at the person dancing and falling the sword in the distance, but the corner of his mouth showed a yin owl smile.

Heng Yu felt as if someone was spying on her, and turned to look back, only to see an endless sea of flowers and swirling and falling petals.