Soon, her identity changed to Lou Ruonan, the female general who was admired in the army of the Great Yuan Kingdom. After experiencing her short life quickly, the environment in front of her suddenly turned into a battlefield, and a powerful short arrow shot into her chest in a flash, and the pain instantly spread like fireworks.

The short arrow was shot by the one she loved in her life, and she knew that she was falling weakly in her lover's arms when she was unconscious. Although in her memory, she knew that Burya had her own troubles, and knew that his original intention was to make the world peaceful.

But he hid everything from himself, never confessed anything to himself, and his hands were stained with the blood of many great soldiers. Everything disappointed her to the core, even more desperate than the moment when she was pushed into the abyss by him without knowing it.

I can't tell you what kind of feeling it is in her heart, she doesn't hate Burya, but she feels that she can't forgive him, there is a nameless anger that I don't know who to vent, maybe only by completely destroying and subverting my fate can I restore everything to its original state, and simply join hands with a person who has the same heart as herself.

Lou Ruonan's body did not suffer much in this life, and even until the moment she closed her eyes, she was still a clean boudoir woman. It's just that for some reason, after experiencing the feeling of dying in the hands of his lover, a trace of guilt arose in the bottom of Hua Allure's heart for no reason.

This guilt has nothing to do with Lou Ruonan and Burya, this guilt is about herself, she suddenly felt very sorry for Cang, as if she had done something cruel to him, and forced him into a situation where she couldn't choose.

What the hell is going on? In his sleep, Allure felt a sharp headache that he hadn't seen in a long time.

The beauty lying on the carved bed frowned very uneasily, and her body couldn't help but struggle occasionally, but there was no sign of waking up.

If Cang Wunian saw that the painting at this time was so painful even in her sleep, maybe she would really let her go for a while.

However, although all he thought about was this woman now, there was a strange emotion that suppressed him, and he did not want to step into the sea prison for half a step no matter what.

Anyway, he has been torturing himself for a thousand years for her, at this time, in addition to torturing himself, he can also let this woman experience the pain of being tortured by the way, Cang Wunian feels a very deformed pleasure in his heart - he can let the people he care about accompany him to pain, even if it is to fall into the abyss of sin together?

In the sea prison, the nightmare of painting the alluring city continues, she has become a beggar Xiangning, and has experienced the mental journey of being grateful to a person to hating it.

In the end, when she was dying because of difficult childbirth, she only felt that this life was so ironic. She was not killed by the fetus in her womb, nor by the vulgar man who forcibly took over her body, but by her own young lady, her own lover, and her own naivety and ignorance.

She respects because of gratitude, fights because of gratitude, repeatedly retreats because of gratitude, and her foolishness gives the other party the opportunity to reach out and push her into hell.

When she was about to fall into the abyss, his lover had the opportunity to pull her, but because his love was not pure enough, he still had too many scruples, and the secular education of courtesy, righteousness and shame restrained him, making him invisibly the driving force that ruined her life.

In this life, she actually has many similarities with the man she likes, they both want to be worthy of the people around them, but they forget to be worthy of themselves first.

Walking on the Huangquan Road, I couldn't help but sigh secretly in my heart: Why bother with all this! When the sky falls, there are still big men on top, and the Three Realms have not yet been destroyed, so why do you dare not be with the people you love openly because of the worldly vision?

The dream continues, and she is constantly changing her identity in the dream: mute girl Huang Xiuying, saint Yin Qianqian, boudoir daughter Su Yuqing, princess Ji Yueqing, martial arts heroine Xu Manjun......

She didn't know how much pain she had experienced with the change of identity in the dream, and she didn't know how many times her memories had been forced to disperse and gather, gather and disperse, and toss herself back and forth.

Although she still has a trace of sanity, she keeps reminding herself: these are all dreams, these are all fake, and these are not what she has experienced. But this dream, which was even more terrifying than the nightmare realm she had before, was disintegrating her beliefs little by little, making her give up that shred of rational admonition, and let her slowly integrate into every identity.

In a trance, she saw a face that was extremely familiar and made her extremely nostalgic, it was the face of a handsome man who made her heart pound.

The man had a pair of deep purple eyes that were unique in the world, and she vaguely remembered that she had seen arrogance, evil spirit, tenderness, and anger in those purple eyes, but she had never seen such despair at this time.

He stared at himself so indifferently and calmly, and an emotionless voice spat out from those two thin lips: "Do you know what is the most taboo thing for this king?"

Painting Allure was slightly startled, and subconsciously shook his head.

I saw the corners of his mouth hook, revealing a hint of sarcasm, and then reached out and pinched her chin, pulling her face towards his own.

When the two of them could already feel each other's snorts without difficulty, the man said quietly: "The most taboo thing about this king is that everything around him is not under the control of this king. It's good that this king never wanted to control you, but you started the idea of this king and wanted to control the fate of this king. ”

Painting Allure only felt a cold air rushing from her back to the top of her head, the man's cold appearance made her at a loss, she shook her head vigorously, but her mouth just whispered: "No, I never wanted to dominate your fate, I really didn't have ......"

"No, then you tell this king, what have you done in these ten lifetimes of reincarnation? You fell in love with someone else, and you let other men touch you. But this king can only watch, watching you and others bequeath, watching you being pickled*, and then watching you die a desolate death. Wind Annihilation, where do you put this king in such a treat?"

A raging fire suddenly ignited in her desperate purple eyes, burning her subconsciously like substance.

But she couldn't, she knew that the more she struggled, the more the man's anger would not be calmed, she was not afraid of what he would do to her, she was only afraid that she would not be forgiven by the man.

She subconsciously held the man's hand on her chin, stared sadly at the pair of purple eyes burning with anger, and said sadly: "You have always been in my heart, you have always been in my heart! I didn't fall in love with someone else, reincarnation was just a helpless move, I had no other choice, I had to leave in order to fight for a chance to stay with you forever, I really don't want to leave you...... Ah Nian ......"

Ah Nian?

This voice seemed to come from the farthest call in the depths of the heart, and when it was inadvertently blurted out, both the painting and the man in front of him were stunned.

What is going on, when did it start? Why did she call him Ah Nian? This Ah Nian is not calling Cang Wunian, this Ah Nian, she is calling her only love, Cang Delirium.

The cold and slender fingers suddenly left her face, and in a trance, the man's face became more and more distant from her, she frantically pounced on him and tried to catch him, but the man was like ethereal smoke, and before her hand could touch it, he dissipated.

- Don't, don't leave me!

With a muffled sound of "bang", the hand waving in the painting fell the pillar of the carved bed, and the dull pain made her gasp, and her brain instantly sobered up.

She snapped her eyes open and found herself still in that ornate cell, the quilt that had been covering her body had been kicked aside by her at some point, half hanging on the edge of the bed, half having slipped under the bed.

She raised her sore right hand to her eyes and looked at it, the back of her hand was red and slightly swollen, because she was trying to grasp the distant delusion in her dream and did not know how to hit the bedpost.

Why, why did I call him like that? No, no, it was the goddess Feng Yan who called him Ah Nian, not me, not me......

Hua Chengcheng stared at the back of his red and swollen hand in a daze, but the turmoil in his heart could not be calmed down no matter how self-comforting.

Just when she was crying out to Cang Delirium in her dream, Cang Wunian, who was sleeping in her dormitory, also had a dream, he dreamed that he was angry, pinching Feng Yan's jaw and viciously asking her why she was in charge of his fate, and he made up his mind that if this woman could not give him a satisfactory answer, he would trap her in the sea prison for eternity.

As a result, he saw a face full of guilt and sorrow, and the beautiful eyes that had always been cold were full of tears, but he was afraid of him and did not dare to shed tears.

She is so weak and so stubborn, she is obviously sad to die, but she is reluctant to explain, and she can only murmur over and over again: "You have always been in my heart, I have not fallen in love with anyone else." ”

When he heard it inexplicably, and he couldn't help but want to exert force in his hands, he suddenly heard the woman say: "I have no other choice, I have to leave in order to fight for a chance to stay with you forever, I don't want to leave you, Ah Nian!"

Ah Nian ...... Ah Nian. That's what it's called!

She is the only person in the world who calls him like this, how did this title come about? He is obviously called delusional, what does it have to do with the word "reading"!