It hurts, it hurts all over the body, and the tongue of fire keeps licking the skin on his body. At this time, in the depths of the firelight, the woman vaguely saw a familiar figure beckoning to her. There was a shallow smile on his gentle face, which was so kind.

"A-Niang, A-Niang, save Jin'er." The woman ran a few steps forward, but the familiar figure was gone, and the fire around her was still spreading, the flames were raging, and a pair of beautiful eyes were stained with a thin layer of blood mist.

She couldn't make out the direction in the fire, but why were so many people wailing and crying around her, the voices of the old people and children were mixed together, and vaguely, she could still distinguish the voices of her father, brother, and nurse, where they were, why didn't they take her with them and leave her here alone.

She ran in the direction of the sound with all her might, the long palace dress had been swallowed by the flames, and the fire spread to her body, but she didn't care so much, she was going to find them, the wind was whistling in her ears, and finally, she saw clearly that there were two people standing side by side in front of her.

The man's black hair is like ink, his long body is jade, he is holding a long sword, the long sword is dripping with blood, and the woman next to him is smiling and smiling, and she is snuggling in the man's arms at this time, and her eyes are like hell on earth, with broken arms and stumps, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood.

Tuoba Chen! Lan Ruo!

At this time, Tuoba Chen was raising the long sword in his hand and slashed at the man in front of him, the blood stains crossed an arc in the air, and the human head rolled on the ground a few times, stopping and staring in the direction of the woman.

Brother!

The woman wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound, she could only watch her former relatives fall in front of her, but the two seemed to enjoy the killing feast very much, and the wind was full of their laughter, and the woman covered her ears helplessly, trying to isolate the laughter, but the sound was like a knife, piercing straight into the woman's heart.

No! Stop it! Stop it! Yes!

With an exclamation, the woman turned over and sat up, looking at the goose-yellow curtain in front of her, and the tassels floating with the night wind, her water-like eyes were as deep as ink, and the hatred surged up like a violent wind, and the cinnabar on her forehead became more and more red, and her pale face looked extraordinarily bewitching in the moonlight.

Suddenly, there was a faint light in the room, and it turned out that the maidservant had heard the sound and walked in from the outer room.

"Miss, but you're having nightmares again?" The figure of the servant girl was hidden in the darkness, and the shadow was too poor to see, and her voice was indeed a little hoarse and terrifying, as if the rubbing of grit was difficult to reach the ear.

But the woman seemed to be accustomed to it, she loosened her stiff back, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Xia Dong, but I made a noise to you?" She turned her head apologetically and looked at the maid beside her, who had already walked to the side of the woman's bed, and strangely enough, even at night, the maid had a silver mask on her face, covering most of her face.

Around the mask, you can faintly see dark red scars like snakes and insects, crisscrossing and terrifying.

"Miss forgot, the slave is called Ugly, and Xia Dong is dead."

Yes, Xia Dong died, died in the fire in the thirteenth year of the Great Calendar, and died along with the abandoned concubine of the new emperor Tuoba Chen, the county lord of Mu Wangfu - Mu Jin.

Yes, she is Mu Jin.