Lin Zhiwei knocked on the door, and when he entered the house, Lin Qiongjiu happened to be flipping through a red ancient book with gold edges, he has always liked to collect ancient books, although it is obscure, and many ancient languages have been lost, but with his comprehension ability, he can basically conquer everything.

Lin Qiongjiu raised her head slightly and motioned for her to sit down, Feng Ling saw that they had something to talk about, so she retreated outside the door and waited.

Lin Zhiwei looked at him cautiously, but with this big guy's temper, it is difficult for you to see his turbulent heart on his breezy surface.

"What do you think of?" Lin Qiongjiu just raised her eyelids and squeezed out a few words, as if she was asking if she had eaten breakfast.

But Lin Zhiwei felt a chill down her spine, and straightened her voice, "Some clips are just some clips, and everything else depends on guessing." ”

"Oh?" Lin Qiongjiu seemed to be very interested in her words, put down the book, looked at her with dark eyes, staring at her in shock.

"Uh...... That's pretty much what I am....... Stabbed you. Lin Zhiwei's voice became smaller and smaller, and she wanted to pick the most obvious fact first, but she hated to pick things to make her seem to be so two-hundred-and-five.

The dream that shocked her the most recently was that she in the dream almost hesitated for a moment to plunge the short knife in her hand into Lin Qiongjiu's right shoulder, I have to say that although she was full of guilt, she actually felt a little dark.

"So, you think it's exciting?" Lin Qiongjiu's expression was playful.

Lin Zhiwei hurriedly waved her hand, "No, no, the lord spares his life!" I'm definitely suffering from amnesia. ”

Once in a thousand years, Lin Qiongjiu actually smiled.......

Lin Zhiwei was stunned, of course, not because of her cousin's thousand-year-old iceberg and fairy appearance, but because she felt that she might be going to die, Lin Qiongjiu is such a person who will be revenged, it is true that she wants this knife, and she can live for so long, it may not be that she has a big life, but that she still has use value.

The atmosphere froze, and Lin Zhiwei always felt that she should say something to ease the atmosphere, "That, cousin, can I go home to see my parents?" ”

"They have been sent to safety." Lin Qiongjiu said quickly.

Lin Zhiwei opened her mouth and lowered her eyes, but she was inevitably disappointed in her heart, but after she woke up, she already knew that this was not the ancient castle where Lin Qiongjiu lived in the nameless realm, and she didn't even know where she was now, probably the base where Lin Qiongjiu used to recuperate.

"So you already know that you are my own sister, so you shouldn't need me to explain more." Lin Qiongjiu tapped the table with his right hand gently, staring at the hourglass on the table, his tone was understated, he was looking forward to what Lin Zhiwei would do next.

Lin Zhiwei stood up, "Wait, what did you say?" ”

What did Lin Qiongjiu just say? My sister?

Lin Qiongjiu: "That's what you heard." ”

Lin Zhiwei is not without this conjecture, after she regained her appearance, she didn't seem to look like her parents, and this book is nothing worth studying, but this brain hole mainly comes from Lin Qiongjiu's indifference to her assassination, and let her live.

This treatment is either a lover or a relative, obviously the latter, Lin Qiongjiu already has a sister-in-law.

However, guessing is speculation, and I still feel extremely shocked when I hear it at the scene.

She is the young master of Wudaomen, and she is also Lin Qiongjiu's own sister.......

Logically problematic.

"You have been following your father, and it was Hanluo who took you away and hid you." Seeing her sluggish expression, Lin Qiongjiu continued to reveal the secret, "My father and I have been looking for you for many years. ”

Lin Zhiwei raised her eyes suddenly, in that dream, the knife was dripping with blood, but Lin Qiongjiu stood there without dodging, and at that moment she heard this sentence, "My father and I have been looking for you for many years." ”

Her mind is very chaotic, there are scenes of her changing appearance and life in the past few years, scenes in her dreams, and scenes in Wudaomen that slowly and automatically emerge.

All the locations, scenes, and characters are intertwined, like a big pot stewed indiscriminately, and the noise stirs in her brain.

Lin Qiongjiu changed her posture and looked at the girl opposite with her cheeks propped up, thinking that with her receptivity, this information was not disorganized, but it just needed time to reorganize.

After about ten minutes, Lin Zhiwei spoke, "What about my father?" ”

Lin Qiongjiu seemed to be very satisfied with her question, and said lightly, "He's dead." ”

Lin Zhiwei's pupils contracted violently, she guessed it, but it was still difficult to accept.

"It has nothing to do with you," Lin Qiongjiu glanced at her, afraid that she would think about it, after all, her memory had not fully recovered, "It's a cold design, it's a fold measure, I'm a step late." ”

Lin Zhiwei frowned deeply, her eyes were far-reaching, as if that scene was reproduced in front of her eyes, although she couldn't remember her biological father's appearance, she could almost feel Lin Qiongjiu's pain and responsibility at that time.

"Brother," Lin Zhiwei lowered her head and said softly, "I'm sorry." ”

Lin Qiongjiu was probably stunned for a few seconds, she was used to seeing the little girl playing tricks with him, and she had a cheap and well-behaved little appearance, and now the appearance of this injured little beast really made him feel soft.

After a pause, he coughed lightly, "It's all over." ”

"Then what else can I do?" Lin Zhiwei hoarsely held on to prevent herself from crying.

"Rest here and, most importantly, train harder." Lin Qiongjiu added an accent to the last few words, then picked up the book in his hand again, which was regarded as an eviction order.

Lin Zhiwei knew his habits, and when she saw that his gaze fell on the book again, she got up conveniently, "Okay, I will, then I'll go." ”

"Hmm," Lin Qiongjiu responded.

After Lin Zhiwei left, his deep thoughts drifted far away, and he could no longer concentrate on the book, if there was no such hatred and retribution, he also hoped that the little girl would not have to get involved in these things, go to filming, perform well, and do what she likes, with him, she can do whatever she wants.

But now, his hand holding the book tightened a little, and the joints gradually turned white, and what awaited her next might be the real test.

He remembered how she was born when she was a child, like a ball of pink little meat, but she was surprisingly obedient, she didn't cry or make trouble, and she could play with it for a long time if she gave it a gadget.

Later, he gradually became able to speak, and his brother who called as soon as he opened his mouth, although he was indifferent by nature, he was shocked by the soft and glutinous brother's call, not to mention stabbing him, even if he let him die, he had no complaints.

It's just that he still lost her, but no matter what, the only thing he is grateful for is that she is still alive.

It's just that Hanluo's best drama has never been death, but life.

"Weiwei, I hope you can stand it."

After a muffled thunder, the dark clouds rolled and blocked the light of the sun, swallowing the last ray of light, and the study gradually became darker, Lin Qiongjiu did not turn on the light, his figure just fell in the shadows, blocking all emotions.