The wind was a little cold at night, and he was a little sober.

Without.

When I thought I could be free, I was happy with everything that was burned in the meditation hall, and burned this not a good memory.

But when he lost his mother, he returned to the palace because of hatred, but he could only rummage in his mind about the burned palace.

"Mother-" The wine easily excavated the emotions buried in people's hearts, and he fell on the cloister and wept bitterly.

He thought a lot that at this time, his mother could bring the decanting soup and hand it over, and he talked to him about how to drink it even though he knew that the wine was too strong.

He thought a lot about this time, when his mother rubbed his head and told him not to be afraid or sad, it would all pass.

"Mother! Mother—" He cried hoarsely, even more miserable than the day he had lost.

When he first lost, he would only suffer because of the loss of a loved one, but every time he recalled after that, it was double the pain of losing a loved one and losing good memories.

"Great, sir?" A little eunuch came at the door of the hall with a lamp, and he didn't dare to approach rashly because of his gaffe.

Li Jun collected his tears, suppressed the grief in his heart, and comforted himself.

It's okay, you can live, and there's hate.

"It doesn't matter." Li Jun waved his hand, the stamina of this wine was a little sufficient, and he became more and more dizzy, he stumbled out of the meditation hall and returned to his mansion.

Ask where the next person is who he brought back today.

The servant hurriedly began to cry bitterly and said, "My lord! That man is fierce and vicious, insidious and cunning! We locked her in the dungeon and solved the acupuncture points for her, but she killed Zhao Si and Wang Wu! ”

Li Jun rubbed his forehead, which was a little painful, and explained not to listen to her bewitchment...... But she didn't run away.

Walking all the way to the dungeon, the dungeon was dark and unlit, he lit the candle on the wall with the lamp, and slowly walked to the front of the cell where Xijing was.

She was resting against the wall, and opened her eyes vigilantly at the sound of a voice.

"Yo, Heart, you're finally coming to see me?" The tide mirror laughed.

Li Jun stood at the door of the cell with a frown, he looked around as if he was looking for something, and finally found a whip in a pile of torture instruments.

The pupils of the mirror were slightly closed, and the five fingers held the chain with slight force.

If you dare to smoke Lao Tzu today, Lao Tzu will kill you now, run to the next plane, go down to the next plane to abuse you!

Li Jun opened the cell door and walked in, but Xijing did not act immediately.

He walked up to her, his eyes red with anger on his face.

He lifted the hand holding the whip, heavy!

Throw it on the ground.

“？？？？？？” Xijing almost strangled him directly.

The whip was thrown in her hand, and she looked at him with a blank expression.

In her confused eyes, he turned and took off his shirt, knelt on the ground with his back to her, and roared, "Hit me! Makes me hate you even more! I need to hate!! I need more hate!! ”

Xijing didn't pick up the whip, why did she listen to him?

I don't know what stimulated him to go to the palace, maybe he had a conflict with the emperor? Ridiculed by courtiers? Oh, maybe I went to the Temple of Meditation again, and I touched the scene.

"Hate, yes, only hate ......" Xijing wrapped around him from behind, like a demon bewitching, and said in his ear, "Only hate can make people live, you will get used to it." ”

He looked back at her calm eyes, and for a moment felt that two people who both had hatred might be able to rely on each other?