Under the moonlight, the man's kneeling posture on the ground was as tall as a green pine, but it was like a huge thunder hitting her heart.

Countless sorrows surged and crushed her in an instant.

The girl arched her body, cried, dragged her feeble body, tumbled off the bed, and fell heavily before him.

He is a teacher, she is a disciple, he kneels to her, heaven and earth do not tolerate it.

The road was chosen by her, but in the end, she couldn't help herself, and sadness was inevitable.

The man got up slowly, and finally turned around ruthlessly, the wind blew the window and swayed, and only a faint fragrance was left in the room, which entered her nose and stirred up all her internal organs.

The moonlight shines on the sky and the earth at night, and people are lonely.

"Ahh She fell sideways on the cold floor, curled up in a ball, clutching her heart and crying hoarsely, her grief indescribable.

It can be described as a broken liver and intestines.

Yun Geci has cried very few times in this life, since he became an adult, and the saddest thing is that he was abandoned by Xiao Lisheng and his family was broken.

The heart turned to ashes in an instant, and the tears annihilated turned into a bloody hatred.

Unexpectedly, he was reborn in a lifetime, but he was full of love and hatred, and he couldn't let go, and he didn't even have the freedom to choose his own life.

Losing Fo Leng is her life, she has already accepted her fate, why force her, treat herself as an object and send it out.

entered the palace, even if she got a life, but what about her heart?

Without this heart, wouldn't living be like walking with a corpse? Among them, can the Buddha know how to do it?

Her life is the Buddha's cold, he has the right to dispose of her whereabouts, if she disobeys, she will deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors.

If he obeys, Yun Geci will die in this world, and the one who is alive is really a phoenix.

"Master...... You want to kiss ...... Kill me......" She cried out in a heart-rending pain that cut her into countless pieces.

If she knew that the world was so bitter, she would rather be born as a grass and a tree, scattered between heaven and earth, seeing the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world, and not knowing love, hatred, sorrow and joy.

Isn't it happy?

"Miss." Alarmed by the low cry in the house, Qingwu pushed the door in a panic and came in, and saw Feng Hongshu lying on the ground, and his face turned white with fright.

He knelt down in a hurry to help her, and the person lay softly in her arms, refusing to move for half a minute.

Since the grief has reached the extreme, tears have wet a face, and the sideburns on both sides of the face are already wet, and I don't know how long I have been crying.

She should have endured many times, not daring to cry out loud in the middle of the night, and even crying bitterly, she had to endure and suppress.

Qingwu was very sad, hugged her and persuaded her softly, but she never said a word, Qingwu didn't know why she was so sad, but she couldn't help crying.

She wiped her tears, but Feng Hongshu slowly quieted down, stopped crying, a pair of eyes that were always bright and graceful in the past, but now they are red and swollen, looking at the beams of the house blankly.

The tears on her face slowly dried, and she finally opened her mouth, and her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't figure it out: "Go and call the rain." ”

"Miss, it's so late, you rest first, and a slave will go and call her." Qingwu hurriedly wiped her tears and helped her up.

Seeing that she was so weak and weak, I wanted to coax her to sleep first.

The woman's snow-white and tired face looked cold, and her godless eyes returned to emotion, and she looked at her solemnly: "I want to see her now." ”

Before Princess Allure died, she had already given her Tingyu.

Since Tingyu is now her slave, she will see her whenever she wants.

This long night, it was finally difficult to sleep, and the helplessness of the struggle on her body was finally sharpened into a knife and cut off all kinds of involuntary bodies.

She doesn't believe in fate, there must be a way, it must be something she can walk.

Her life must also be in her own hands.

Qingwu was frightened by her gloomy tone, didn't dare to say more, and nodded curtly: "Slave maid will go." ”

turned around and was just about to leave, and her words came slowly from behind her: "Go and invite Yang Shangyi over again." ”

Didn't Fo Leng say that she couldn't fight Xiao Lisheng, and she couldn't fight against the dead? But she is stubborn by nature, and she just wants to fight.

What about taking your life?

Admitting defeat in his life, hiding in Xiao Jingse's palace and stealing his life has never been what Yun Ge should do, and the Yun family has no such greedy people who are afraid of death.

"Slave and maid, go now." Qingwu hurriedly pushed the door and left.

Yun Ge put on the bronze mirror, reorganized his embarrassed appearance, wiped away the tears, tied his hair in a bun, and waited uprightly.

After weeping bitterly after a long night, people must finally understand that if they wait for the dawn, they cannot be depressed all the way and lose the strength to move forward.

The first to come was to listen to the rain, thinking about it, Qingwu went to find the rain first, and then turned to find Yang Qingyin.

When I heard the rain coming, I happened to see Feng Hongshu sitting in front of the bronze mirror, the candles in the room were faint, the shadows were sparse, her snow-white face was reflected in the yellowed copper mirror, and there was a yin owl between her eyebrows.

His eyes were so red and swollen that he had obviously cried.

Tingyu looked at her strangely, put her hands in front of her, and asked respectfully, "Girl, are you looking for me?" ”

She called Miss Feng Hongshu, which was a little awkward, because she came from the princess of Allure, and it was not Feng Hongshu who brought it out of the house, and it was even more inappropriate to call Miss Miss.

is called Dianzheng, it can't help but seem too alienated, her identity is already embarrassing, if she has a cold relationship with Feng Hongshu again, I am afraid that it will be difficult in the future.

After thinking about it, only the girl is the most suitable.

"You know Gu, do you know who is the most wonderful Gu in this world?" Yun Geci looked directly at the bronze mirror, and from the bronze mirror, he looked at the rain.

The latter said without hesitation: "The Immortal on the top of the Poor Domain. ”

Beihu is a secret country for raising Gu, and the art of transporting Gu has a long history, and ordinary people can do it, but no one who specializes in it is proficient.

In Beihu, many big families and Jianghu sects all have the art of raising Gu, and each has its own achievements.

But if you want to say that among them, the most exquisite decision of the Gu Luck Technique is the one who is on the top of the Poor Domain, she has the secret art of heaven and earth, and she fights and moves, and she gives birth to human flesh from white bones, and changes her life against the sky.

Gu art is unparalleled in the world, and its skills are almost divine, and no one can compare it.

This is a well-known thing in Beihu.

Yun Geci's face was condensed, and he asked in a dark voice: "In this world, is there really no one who can compare with her?" ”

In the previous life, she had made great achievements in martial arts cultivation, and in the world, opponents were difficult to find, coupled with years of border battles, flying sand and rocks, and the harsh environment of the cold and heat, her physical tenacity was even more extreme.

But she rarely dabbled in the art of Gu poison, and only knew some fur, she thought, Xiao Yihan at that time, it was estimated that she was also weak in the Gu movement, so she never taught her.

So far, when she encounters persistence, she encounters her own weaknesses.

But she was born with a strong heart, so she had to overcome her weaknesses and defeat the impossible person!

Buddha Leng, Buddha Leng, I don't want you to go to the soup for me, I just need ......

You.