In the land of Bainan, on Luoyang Mountain, the long green smoke rises along the sky, and the warm flower beds are full of a little warmth that should not be there.

Sycamores, silkworm tents, and bamboo beds babble.

With her snow-white arms around the man's resolute neck, she watched intently, greedily sniffing the breath coming from him.

"I'm going to take your hand and see the flowers bloom on the other side."

"And then?" She had a smile in her eyes, and the scars on her face that were difficult to hide were extremely dazzling when the man looked sideways.

"When the flowers are gone, I can kiss you on the cheek." Slight beads of sweat oozed from the man's forehead.

"When will the other side flower thank you?" The woman screamed, and the dagger hidden next to the pillow was within reach.

In an instant, the sunset outside the wooden window became more and more blood-red, she obviously felt the cold breath that belonged to a man, she knew that this kiss was as ridiculous as before, but when the dagger next to the pillow was stuffed back into the pillow by her, she was defeated, defeated.

He closed his eyes meekly, and before his cold lips touched, a cold voice came from his ears.

"I want her to thank you, how can she be alone." The man changed his gentleness and suddenly stepped forward, and between his hands, several small golden arrows flew steadily into the woman's heart, "At the end, you should have died a long time ago." ”

Putting on a coat, he looked coldly at the woman on the couch, whose chest and the corners of her mouth began to leak blood, without a trace of pity in his heart, "As early as eight years ago, you were dead, and you were not even one ten-thousandth of hers." ”

"You're going to kill me?" Lan Mo's eyes were full of disbelief, she covered the surging blood, and with the only remaining strength, she gritted her teeth and asked.

"Kill you?" Dongfang Yu fastened his belt and looked at the bright red that soaked the bed with disdain, "If I kill you, Lan Tu can come back to life, why should I keep you until today." ”

The man smiled contemptuously, "I just let you taste it, but suddenly lose it, I just let you also taste the pain of the heart of the day and night!" ”

Dongfang Yu suddenly picked up Lan Mo's pointed chin with the hilt of his sword, he remembered Lan Tu's appearance at the age of fourteen, she was still so young, but her death was terrifying, no one dared to come forward to recognize the corpse, he still remembered now, holding a dagger, Lan Mo, who was two years younger than Lan Tu, sat beside the corpse with a cold face.

No one knows why the sisters, who are as affectionate as the sea, suddenly turned against each other, and no one knows that the twelve-year-old Lan Mo will suddenly disappear after this incident and become the guest behind the scenes of the second prince.

No one knows that today, eight years later, Lan Mo will be mercilessly killed by her benefactor, and the mysterious person who makes the people in the rivers and lakes smell the wind and change - the end, a small fan pendant engraved with the last word, but whoever kills a person, there will be a mark of the last word on the door.

However, she was really abandoned, and now, eight years later, she helped the man in front of her clear all obstacles, she helped him become a great treasure, and he cut off all her thoughts with his own hands.

Is this love or hate? Why didn't her heart hurt, why didn't the tears stay, why when Dongfang Yu's entourage threw her limp body to the top of Luoyang Mountain, she didn't feel superfluous.

It was the despair of losing everything, her blood was about to run dry, otherwise why would she want to sleep so much.

The land of Bai Nan is extremely warm, even when the sun sets, there will be the warmth of the sun, Lan Mo's eyelids don't want to close, but her heart is slowing down step by step, she saw many vultures in the sky, hehe, there will be vultures in the land of Bai Nan, this is also a good show prepared by Dongfang Yu.

In this way, it's Ling Chi.

The Buddha said, sacrifice life to take righteousness, and become a Buddha on the ground. She has killed many lives in vain now, and feeding the eagle with her body can also exchange some immeasurable merits, right?

Thinking of this, there was no such pain in her heart, but when she closed her eyes, the back of Dongfang Yu always flashed sporadically, and she couldn't hear the sound more and more, she just felt that maybe she wouldn't be so cold when she fell asleep.

After a long time, holding her body, there was a feeling of warmth.

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"Your Majesty, all the last army was sent to the quicksand border to resist the dog Rong, and no one was spared." Luo Jiang observed that Dongfang Yu returned to the palace with a different expression.

"Didn't the leader Zheng Ruo obstruct it in private?" Dongfang Yu is obviously wary.

"Zheng Ruo's wife and children are detained in the Criminal Department, he wanted to ask where the girl was, and he also intended to lead the last family army out of the encirclement, but when he saw the jade talisman hanging on the waist of the humble position, his attitude immediately changed, the jade talisman is the property of Zheng Ruo's wife's mother's family, the only one in the world, plus the Zheng family has been passed down for several generations, he can't risk his life to fight to the death for his girl......" Luo Jiang had to continue to pray, but saw the emperor holding his forehead and waving his hand.

Although Luo Jiang was puzzled, he only bowed and quickly retreated.

Dongfang Yu's face is heavy, and the face in his impression is like a flower on the other side of the fierce bloom, this is the flower of hell, this is a flower that cannot be coveted, let her fend for herself, let her be reincarnated as soon as possible, even if Lan Mo has a face similar to her eight points, how can the heart of the master and the heart be different, how can you really play the chords, how can you really talk about wine, and how can you really intersect with your heart.

Everything on Luoyang Mountain has been settled, she is from hell, he is from light, these are two wrong intersecting lines, and the moment the two meet, the trajectory of history has already moved in a direction that should not be going.

If that evening, Dongfang Yu did not leave the dying Lan Mo, if that evening, there were no vultures hovering in the sky because of the bad season, if that evening, there was no caravan from the back of the Western Desert Wasteland on the dark side of Luoyang Mountain, if that evening, Lan Mo would have died.

Well, nothing that follows, will happen.

Dongfang Yu thought back to everything on Luoyang Mountain many years later, can he also feel that after seven days of getting along day and night, Lan Mo should have stabbed the blade of the Emperor of the Later Tang Dynasty, but he was forced to stab himself in the chest.

So, how should the phoenix that has been reborn in Nirvana settle this unsettleable account.

"Girl, you're finally awake." Ying'er was a twelve-year-old little maid, she gently wiped the fine sweat on Lan Mo's forehead with a handkerchief, although she had deliberately not looked at the ugly scar, but Ying'er still couldn't help staring at Xiaohui's son.

Before the words fell, the woman lying on the bed suddenly lifted her back, jumped lightly, flashed to the side of the carved railing bed, and grabbed Ying'er's throat with a pair of plain hands, "Where is this?" Who are you? ”

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