Until now, Zhu Luan closed his eyes and seemed to be able to hear the bells and drums of the palace in his previous life, the palace was opened in nine days, and all countries were dressed and crowned, and in his previous life, the lights were bright and green, and rock music shook the sky until dawn.

Behind his eyes, it was pitch black and silent, the flames were raging, and the mansion had collapsed.

She dragged the bones of her body that was about to fall apart, and got up with a little difficulty. The quietly burning flames around her seemed to be afraid of something, making room for her.

Zhu Luan stroked her forehead and pondered, in her previous life, at the age of nineteen, she followed the peacekeeping troops on a mission, and encountered incendiary bombs on the battlefield, and in the tragic hell where the sea of corpses died and lived, the white jade bell that Zhu Luan had been wearing since she was born suddenly emitted a faint white light.

Consciousness was suddenly pulled into an endless whirlpool, the world was spinning, a thick and colorful picture unfolded in front of her eyes, a woman's short and brilliant life was looking back in front of her eyes, a giant bird made of flames landed on her body with a long song and merged with her, and the memories of the past life poured into her mind like a tide.

She quietly watched her past life until the tragic end of the bloody death.

In her past and present lives, the same death and the great impact of fire pierced deep into her brain, into the deepest core of her spiritual world, and inspired the energy that had been hidden for nineteen years after crossing over, those energies hidden in her blood and memories.

The majestic energy began to burn, her consciousness was sometimes trance and sometimes awake, and as death gradually approached, a soul in the depths of her body awoke up.

It was Suzaku's divine soul, and it was also her own sleeping soul.

It was herself she had never looked at or even noticed before.

She heard the crispness of the bells, and heard an old voice singing slowly with the bells.

"Yingying Zhu Luan, from Nangang. Born in the fire, died in the fire. Gracefully departed, and soared in the river. Once bloody, there is a new emperor. This hatred is indefinite, and this wish is to be repaid. No more mortal revenge, the sun and the moon are gone! ”

A force came from behind in the darkness and nudged her forward.

Then she saw another girl who was on the verge of death in the fire, but fifteen or sixteen years old, who looked like a lady with ten fingers that did not touch the spring water, pale and weak, covering her mouth tightly, only a pair of eyes full of hatred were amazingly bright.

It was the gaze of a dead man.

Zhu Luan was pushed to the side of this lady by that unknown force, but the young lady, who was already seriously suffocated and looked like she was about to die, suddenly stretched out her claws and grabbed her.

The moment Miss Zhu Jiu grabbed her, Miss Zhu Jiu's memories also poured into Zhu Luan's mind like a tide.

Zhu Luan was torn apart by the hatred in this memory, and the young lady in front of her clung to her, hoarse and vaguely repeated, "Avenge me...... Avenge...... Avenge...... Revenge ......"

Zhu Luan was one head and two big, and seeing that this Miss Zhu Jiu was about to turn into a powerful ghost if she didn't get a response, she sighed, agreed to her request, and laid rest the dead in peace.

The white jade bell rolled down to the ground.

Zhu Luan then fell into darkness.

When I woke up again, I had this body.

"Miss Zhu Jiu of the British Mansion."

Zhu Luan carefully searched for the remaining memories of this body, and found that the original young lady of this body lived a very confused life, and even knew nothing about the affairs of the entire British Mansion.

"The British Mansion. Daddy's name is Zhu Zhai, grandfather's name is Zhu Jian, and great-grandfather is Zhu Hong. It turned out to be Zhu Hong's clansman. ”

Zhu Luan muttered to himself.

Because he happened to have the same surname as himself, Zhu Luan once carefully read the file of the British public.

British Gong Zhu Hong. The right-hand man of Taizu, the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, was born in a reckless manner, and made great contributions to the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and became one of the only two military generals in the Great Zhou Dynasty who received the hereditary title after the founding of the People's Republic of China. Soon after the founding of the People's Republic of China, he died due to the recurrence of old injuries, and his eldest son Zhu Jian was the lord, and after Zhu Jian's young death, the eldest grandson Zhu Hao was the lord, and Zhu Hao was Zhu Zhai's brother-in-law.

These can be matched with their own memories.

So I did travel back to the original world after traveling to the modern era.

Returned to Da Zhou.

It's already strange enough to run into crossing, and I have worn it twice from ancient times to modern times and from modern times......

Zhu Luan hugged his head, only feeling mixed feelings.

Anyway, which novel was written back then, and you got used to wearing it, wearing it, wearing it, and wearing it?

Who is the author? Drag it out and beat it to death with a stick!

Those memories of being born in the Great Zhou mixed with ice, fire, tears and laughter, even after experiencing a lifetime of still short modern life, are still so unforgettable and not so easy to forget.

I don't know how long the world has been here.

In short, now, she was reincarnated in the tragic Miss Zhu Jiu of the British Mansion, and she is back.

Zhu Luan stood in the sea of fire, with a warm and lonely smile on his lips.

"Mother, I'm back."

Wildfires burn inexhaustibly, and spring breezes blow and regenerate.

……

Finally, there were bursts of human voices outside, and the screams and shouts of the maids were getting closer and closer, "Go to the water!" Let's put out the fire! The voices came and went.

Just in time.

Zhu Luan recalled it and found that it was just half an hour since the fire started.

If a person is locked in the sea of fire for half an hour, even an iron man should be burned, let alone a powerless lady.

The courtyard where Miss Zhu Jiu lives is in a remote corner of the entire British Mansion, not to mention the pavilions and pavilions, which are also surrounded by water.

No matter how big the fire is, it will not have much impact on the British government as a whole.

It was only enough for Miss Zhu Jiu to die very thoroughly.

It's a good ploy.

Miss Zhu Jiu did not live up to the sea of fire she hoped for, but it was a pity that she met Zhu Luan, whose soul was awakened after crossing again, she was carrying the blood of the four spirits of heaven and earth, and her soul belonged to fire, and once she awakened, ordinary fire would not burn her.

The person who designed this fire was about to come to accept the results of the cremation, and Zhu Luan calmly stroked the flames on his arm and dusted them off like snow.

She turned around and rummaged through the room, and finally found a quilt hidden in the depths of the large cabinet that had not yet burned out, and she slapped the fire off the quilt and dragged it to the window of the room facing the lake.

Of course, this window is also perfectly locked, with flames burning on it, and through the flames, you can see the chains and copper locks of the locked windows outside.

Zhu Luan's expression remained unchanged, he put his index finger to his lips, bit his finger, and a drop of blood flowed out, and the blood touched the air and immediately burned.

Zhu Luan's arm passed through the wall of fire burning in the window, and pressed the burning flame on his finger to the iron chain outside the window.

The golden-red flames, due to Zhu Luan's unstable spirit, were only a small cluster, carefully burning the thick iron chain and slowly melting it.

This is the true blood of the Suzaku Divine Soul.

In its heyday, it was powerful. Although now it is only enough to burn an iron chain.

After the chain was burned, the burned and broken window was finally pushed open, and Zhu Luan struggled to grasp the corner of the quilt, soaked it in the lake outside a few times, and dragged it out and draped it on his body.

Just after she had done this disguise, there was finally a belated knock on the door outside.

"Nine girls! Nine girls! ”

"Miss! Woo, Miss! ”

Zhu Luan draped the quilt, smeared a handful of cigarette ash on his face, walked to the door tremblingly, and counted silently.

"One, two, three!"

The gate that burned into a wall of fire finally fell down with a squeak, and a chaotic scene outside fell into Zhu Luan's eyes.

There are a large group of maids with buckets of water, and a few characters who are very conspicuous at a glance.

A middle-aged woman with beaded hair and teary eyes, an old woman with silver hair and a dragon-headed crutch, and a little girl with a torn quilt like herself.

The little girl's face was washed up by the fire, tears flowed, and a mother-in-law behind her was pulling her, as if she was about to rush into the fire.

Seeing Miss Zhu Jiu walking out tremblingly from behind the doorway, the original scene of chickens flying and dogs jumping immediately fell silent.

The middle-aged woman with her hair full of pearls was even more dumbfounded.

Countless pairs of eyes converged on the girl who was draped in a blackened quilt and could barely make out that there was a person.

The world fell silent all at once.

"Miss! Miss! You're alive! ”

At this moment, the little girl's cry of surprise broke the silence, she threw off the broken quilt on her body, took the lead, rushed to Zhu Luan like a disemboweled black cannonball, and dragged Zhu Luan out of the fire.

The little girl was very thin, but her little hands were extraordinarily strong, she dragged Zhu Luan to safety, turned around and hugged her, and cried.

At this time, everyone who reacted immediately surrounded Zhu Luan and surrounded Zhu Luan. Zhu Luan raised her head slightly, and saw a little sincerity in the eyes of the little girl.

She let out a breath and fainted just right.

"Miss! Miss! ”

The little girl screamed.

The British government is in chaos again.