He watched the fire from the other side, he smiled and sleeved, he watched Yanda fall into the dust, frowning and pinching her chin, his hands full of black blood overflowing from Yanda's mouth.

Yanda grabbed his wrist, groped and grabbed his fingers little by little, looked at his eyebrows with burning eyes, and suddenly whimpered: "He said he liked mine, he said it." ”

The tenderness of the past is vivid, he put his sleeves on her face, covering her from the sun, he smiled like a spring breeze, he raised his eyebrows and clasped her wrists, delicate and gentle kisses, his eyes were irrepressible lust and rough gasps, his voice was rough and dry, and restrainedly covered her eyebrows: "Yanda, I like you." It's been a long time. ”

"He-smacked me."

Yan Da's throat was burning like a fire, and her tears fell in pain, looking at the picturesque eyebrows and eyes of the man in front of her, two lines of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Rutry, you scold me.

The man covered her eyes with his fingers, and could feel her eyelashes flutter slightly. In the middle of the bang, the hand holding him suddenly fell and slammed to the ground.

Song Jiao stood up with her eyelids raised, looked at her skin and smiled softly, and her lips opened lightly: "I will make you into a white skeleton, watch Mo Mo every day, and use your ashes to compensate his demon queen." ”

Song Jiao was greedy, and saw her fall into the man's arms, her wrists were dripping with blood, half of the string-like flesh tendons were picked out, and she lay on the ground obediently and steadily, with a large rotten piece on her fair and delicate face, and the blood at the corner of her mouth flowed down her jawbone, and she couldn't look away.

Song Jiaoying walked over and called with a smile: "Brother." ”

Song Zhan stretched out his hand and closed Yan Da's eyes, and there was a touch of blame between his cold eyebrows, and he reprimanded: "Jiaojiao, it's over." ”

Song Jiao didn't care, and instructed the maid to take a handkerchief and carefully rub her brother's hands, hold the door frame and step out of the realm of the cold palace, and said with a faint smile: "What is it if she is dead, I will still peel her skin and heart, cramp and cut the flesh, wash the skeleton, and make a picture of the cuckoo crying blood." ”

Anyway, it's not been a year or two to hate her, Song Jiao looked at the sunlight outside the cold palace, and it was very dazzling.

The spring light outside the window leaked in, Yan Da slept for a long time, cold sweat appeared on her forehead, most of her clothes were wet, and in front of her was the appearance of the palace maid pouring her poisonous wine, Yan Da woke up suddenly, still a little palpitating.

On the soft couch outside the curtain, there is a woman leaning on the head of the bed, supporting her forehead with one hand, holding a scroll in the other, and she is looking at it intently.

Yan Da's eyes suddenly turned red, her fingers clutched her sleeves, as if she was afraid of disturbing the woman, she hesitated for a while, and then choked up and carefully said, "Sister-in-law......"

This overlapped with the appearance of her boudoir in her previous life, but it made her feel like a fish in her throat, like a dream.

Yes, it's like a dream, but the heart-wrenching pain, the monstrous hatred of cramps and bones, but it burns deeply into her heart.

It should be that the sky has eyes and allows her to be reborn.

The woman was shouted by her, raised her head, saw that she was awake, put down the scroll in her hand and walked over, and said with a smile: "I have been asleep for several hours, and I finally woke up." ”

"Sister-in-law, where is this?" Yanda asked sullenly.

"I'm afraid you're sleepy, this is naturally the British King's Mansion." Yan Shi hugged her and said soothingly.

In an instant, Yan Da felt that everything was different, she subconsciously gritted her back molars, and for the first time felt that God had never treated her kindly.