Ning Xiang widened her eyes and looked at the soft sword stuck in her chest in a daze.

She didn't even notice.

"Shhhh

In the next second, the soft sword was suddenly pulled out of his chest, bringing out a string of blood and splattering out.

And the blood, as if with something intangible, was taken away from the chest together.

Ning Xiang's body shook suddenly, and the raised hand had to be put down.

Her eyes were still wide, incredulous and incredulous, holding her chest, and she took several steps back to stabilize her body from falling.

She removed her hand and placed it in front of her eyes, her eyes covered in scarlet blood, and her eyes were red.

All the while, she often wondered how she would die.

What she hopes most is to be able to die with Leng Yue, leave this world together, and end all grievances, loves, and hates.

She's been working on it as well.

But until just now, now, at this moment, watching himself being stabbed by a soft sword with a bloody hole, looking at the blood with his own vitality, slowly and rhythmically flowing outward, Ning Xiang suddenly smiled.

Silent laughter, as if with a merciless mockery of her fate in this life.

Since she was a child, she seems to have never had a time, not once, but she can do whatever she wants.

It doesn't matter if it's related to the cold moon or not.

Even his own death in the end.

How ridiculous.

Leng Yue and Turnip stood opposite Ning Xiang, only a few steps away.

Turnip wiped the blood off the soft sword with an expressionless face, and then withdrew the soft sword to her waist.

And Leng Yue, from beginning to end, had that indifferent expression, as if life and death were not worth mentioning in front of her.

She just watched Ning Xiang go from hideous to shocked, then from shocked to laughing, and then to now crying silently.

She has seen it too many times, whether it is Leng Ruoxue or Ning Xiang's tears, Leng Yue has seen it too many times.

But only this time, Leng Yue found that there were no more false, exaggerated, and insincere things in her tears.

Leng Yue's heart suddenly shrank.

Such a feeling made Leng Yue frown unhappily.

The strange pain in her heart was not hers at all.

After all, whether it was Leng Ruoxue in the past or Ning Xiang now, it has nothing to do with her.

And since he came to the world, this dog has hurt himself several times, and he has dragged himself off the cliff together, almost martyrdom...... Oh no, they all die.

Leng Yue has never been a virgin, and she doesn't need any pretending words like not to blame herself.

People hurt me, why should I forgive her generously?

Guo Degang has said that if anyone advises you to be generous, then you should stay away from him as soon as possible.

She originally came to Ning Xiang to settle the general account, so looking at Ning Xiang's appearance in front of her at this moment, according to Leng Yue's character, she shouldn't have a little emotion.

So, those fluctuations in the bottom of my heart just now are......

The cold moon is a bit bad.

Original owner?

Although I don't know why a person who has died and doesn't know where his soul is drifting will affect him, but on a case-by-case basis, in response to the original owner's vision of the sword in Ning Xiang is about to die in front of him, there are actually psychological fluctuations?

Is there any interest?

This is the person who took your lover and killed you tragically in your previous life!

Still generously playing forgiveness?

Hurry up and roll as far as you want, stay where it's cool!

Ning Xiang didn't know the thoughts of galloping horses in Leng Yue's heart at this time, she just looked at Leng Yue, quietly looked at Leng Yue, felt the vitality passing little by little in her body, and felt the beating of the heart in her chest, which became slow little by little.

Yourself, this is going to die?

Hurt!

I don't know exactly where, but it seems that it was a hundred limbs, and the whole body was summoned at the same time, and it began to ache, and she could hardly bear the pain.

The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and Ning Xiang's body began to sway.

But she didn't want to fall.

Even if you want to die, even if you want to die in front of Leng Yue, you can't fall!

Thinking about it, Ning Xiang immediately reached out and held the rockery beside him to stabilize her figure.

The soft sword of the turnip is specially designed, similar to a triangular spine, and the sword body is flanked by small hook stabs, which will not cause much wound when piercing the human body, but will not stop bleeding.

The clothes on Ning Xiang's body have been stained red with blood at this moment, like maple leaves in autumn.

She leaned on the rockery and sat down slowly until she reached a slightly lower rock.

She leaned against the hard and cold rockery, and there was no longer the strong hatred, resentment, and unwillingness in her eyes that had overflowed before...... and a series of emotions.

Her eyes were distant and confused, as if she was reminiscing, as if she was in the middle of it.

Ning Xiang has always felt that she is a person who has died once.

When I fell off a cliff, almost all the bones on my body were broken, and the whole person was unrecognizable, and I was unconscious for a long time.

So after that time, Ning Xiang felt that what the dying person felt should be like that.

There is no daylight, and there is no light.

But at this moment, she felt the blood and life flowing from her body, but she had a completely different feeling than before.

The cold moon was so clear in front of him, but it seemed to be very blurry.

For a moment, Ning Xiang felt as if she and Leng Yue had returned to their childhood.

returned, she still didn't understand what status was inferior, she didn't understand what the difference between concubines and concubines was, and she didn't have resentment and jealousy towards Leng Yue.

At that time, they used to play together like sisters.

"Haha...... Hahaha...... Haha......"

Who's laughing?

In front of me, two little girls suddenly appeared, chasing and playing, playing, and laughing so happily.

Ning Xiang looked at them, and she couldn't help but laugh along.

Laughing and crying.

That's her!

It's her and Leng Yue when she was a child!

It turns out that there is such a time between them, but it is too long, so far away, whether it is cold as snow or incense, I forgot it.

Forgot about it all.

When did everything start to be different?

She couldn't remember, there were too many moments.

Whether it was Leng Chi telling her that she was a concubine and she had to respect her eldest sister, or Old Madam Leng reprimanding her for not distinguishing between concubines and concubines, and having no dignity, or Ye Mohan telling her that she had to marry Leng Yue in order to get the support of the Zhenguo General's Mansion......

Ningxiang never felt that she was at fault!

But who is at fault?

Is it a cold moon?

No! No!

Resentment Leng Yue is just a reason for himself to vent, if not, there is no way to carry out those hatreds and unwillingness.

Is it Leng Chi, Leng Old Madame, Ye Mohan, and those who told her that she was a concubine and didn't deserve everything?

I don't think so.

It's the world!

Thinking about it, Ning Xiang couldn't help but close her eyes, and two lines of hot tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping on the blood-stained clothes on her chest, and the blood fused into one.

Leng Yue felt the growing feeling of shrinkage in her heart that did not belong to her, and her whole person was irritable.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take a step and walk towards Ning Xiang.

"Princess!"

As soon as Turnip saw that Leng Yue was about to get close to Ning Xiang, she couldn't help but say a word of remind, and Leng Yue glanced back at Turnip angrily.

"You think I'm going to go there!"

Turnip: "??? ”

There is no one else here, princess, you don't want to go over, who can force you?

Leng Yue knew that He Turnip couldn't explain clearly, so she simply didn't explain, and sighed directly at Turnip, and then re-lifted her steps and approached Ning Xiang.

waited until he walked in front of Ning Xiang before stopping.

She looked at Ning Xiang condescendingly, and sure enough, the strong feeling of shrinking in her heart that did not belong to her disappeared.

And Ning Xiang seemed to sense Leng Yue's approach, and slowly opened her eyes.

The vision has begun to blur, I don't know if it's because of tears, or because of excessive blood loss and unconsciousness.

In short, the cold moon in front of him suddenly became less indifferent.

It seems that Leng Yue, who used to be in the general's mansion, although he was stupid, reckless, and reckless, but when he saw himself, he would always smile from the bottom of his heart.

Ning Xiang also smiled.

In other words, at this moment, she is no longer condensing incense, but has returned to the cold Ruoxue who used to be in the Great Zhou Kingdom and the general's mansion.

"Sister, are you here......"

Cold Moon: "......"

I'm not your sister, your sister is dead! It's all cold, it's dead.

"I'm sorry, I hated you for so many years, fought with you for so many years, but I didn't expect that in the end, you won."

Leng Yue couldn't help but complain in her heart.

No!

It's you who won it, the original owner, your stupid sister, who killed you a long time ago.

The person you can't fight is the old lady.

"Sister, I'm so tired."

Leng Ruoxue said, her eyelids were heavy, and she closed them again.

"I feel...... I seem to have returned to the time when I was in the Great Zhou Kingdom, how good it was at that time.

No! It was not good at that time!

The Four Princes......

The fourth prince is the emperor, it's great.

It's a pity that I'm not a queen, not a queen......

He loves you......"

Leng Ruoxue's voice gradually began to become weaker, lower and lower, weaker and weaker, so faint that in the end, Leng Yue could barely hear it.

Leng Yue stared at Leng Ruoxue quietly, and for a moment, leaned forward.

"When you're tired, go to sleep."

"Well, okay, sister.

The Four Princes...... The Four Princes...... Wakayuki ......"

As she spoke, Leng Ruoxue suddenly stopped talking, just closed her eyes, sat motionless on the low rock, leaned against the rockery, and smiled slightly.

Leng Yue's eyes condensed.

The wind began to blow.

Pulling up her blood-stained hair and garment, she began to flutter and sway gently in the breeze.

Leng Yue slowly stood up.

Whether you are Ning Xiang or Leng Ruoxue, whether I am the mercenary Wang Lengyue in the 21st century, or the concubine of the Great Zhou Zhenguo General's Mansion Leng Yue, our accounts have been cleared.