There were few pedestrians on the street, and in the dark night, Lan Zijin walked aimlessly, walked for a long time, and walked until he walked to the door of Proton Mansion.

The plaque of the Proton Mansion was replaced, and the new plaque reads "Lan Nuxuan" in three big words. Standing in front of the door and looking at these three big characters, Lan Zijin thought a lot.

She didn't know her current self, and the only thing she knew was that what the world said about frivolity might be a woman like her. It was difficult for her to understand everything she had done, and she should have liked Nangong Yu in the past. But why didn't it start all the way? Was it because Nangong Yu married Beiming Yiyi or did she almost die at the hands of Nangong assassins? Now she should care about Dongfang Luoyu, what is the love in Dongfang Luoyu's mouth? So do I love him? Who do I love?

My mind was mired in endless tangles and confusions. She didn't know anything about life on earth, and she didn't know anyone around her, including herself. But she believed in fate, was destined, and with this sentence to explain, everything seemed to be taken for granted.

It was almost dawn, and the wisps of morning light shone bustlingly, and she seemed to hear the morning light telling stories, telling stories from darkness to light.

The mood slowly calmed down, Lan Zijin knocked on the knocker, but no one answered inside. She had no choice but to climb over the high wall and land in the air, only to find that the house was empty.

Haven't you all woken up yet?

Thinking so, Lan Zijin wanted to go back to his bedroom, and as soon as he opened the door, someone came behind him.

"Who?" Lan Zijin asked no one answered, she turned her head slowly, and the coiled dragon sword in her cuff slipped and was tightly held in her hand.

Seeing the person clearly, Lan Zijin pulled out the scabbard and shouted: "Dongfang Luoqi, you still have the face to appear in front of me!" With that, the dagger in his hand turned into a long sword and rushed forward fiercely towards Dongfang Luoqi.

Dongfang Luo Qi crossed his arms around his chest, the corners of his mouth were filled with a shallow smile, and he dodged Lan Zijin's sword with a slight movement.

"Sister-in-law Wang's swordsmanship is good!"

Dongfang Luoqi's sister-in-law obviously angered Lan Zijin, and Lan Zijin's sword stabbed at the vital point, but only cut through his green shirt.

"Sister-in-law Wang, do you want to take the life of your brother so much?"

"Who is your sister-in-law! It's all you, it's your fault, it must be. Lan Zijin said, the tears could not be stopped anymore, watching her cry, Dongfang Luoqi's heart was empty, and he didn't want to escape anymore, so he took Lan Zijin's sword alive. The blade of the sword slid from his shoulder to his chest, and suddenly his skin opened and flesh opened, and a bright red blood mark appeared in front of Lan Zijin.

Blood spread, soaking Dongfang Luoqi's clothes. Lan Zijin was stunned, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he was at a loss for a while.

Dongfang Luoqi covered his wounds, blood kept flowing out of his fingers, Lan Zijin came back to his senses, carried him into the room, and when he lay down, he opened the door and shouted outside the door: "Someone!" Come! ”

There was still silence outside the door, and no one responded.

"It's useless, there's no one in this house." Hearing Dongfang Luoqi's weak voice, Lan Zijin hurriedly ran back, rummaged through his luggage, and found a bottle of gold sore medicine.

She unbuttoned Dongfang Luoqi's clothes, looked at the bloody scars, tears rolled down, she had never hurt others, but now.

Trembling, he opened the vial and carefully sprinkled the powder on his wound. Lan Zijin whimpered: "Dongfang Luoqi, don't die, don't." ”

Dongfang Luoqi chuckled lightly and said, "I'm not dead, you find a clean cloth to help me bandage the wound." ”

Lan Zijin found a skirt, tore the skirt, picked up Dongfang Luoqi and bandaged him while saying, "Why didn't you hide?" It's easy to dodge. ”

"Didn't you say I was to blame for all this? I pay you back. I shouldn't have taken you to the talent show, nor should I have let you perform on stage, watching you being taken away by Brother Wang but unable to do anything. It was my fault. Dongfang Luoqi's voice became weaker and weaker, Lan Zijin bandaged the wound and helped him lie down, his tears were not dry, and he said softly: "Actually, it's not your fault, it's just that I have nowhere to vent." Dongfang Luoqi, I'm sorry. ”

Dongfang Luoqi smiled when she heard this, and wanted to say something but was stopped by Lan Zijin, she covered his mouth lightly, and said, "Don't talk anymore, have a good rest." ”

Dongfang Luo Qi slowly closed his eyes, his breathing was weak. Lan Zijin, who was guarding the side, shook him in fear and asked carefully, "Hey, you're not dead." Seeing that Dongfang Luoqi didn't squeak, Lan Zijin pushed his arm hard, and asked in a panic: "Dongfang Luoqi?" You speak! ”

Dongfang Luoqi slowly opened his mouth and said weakly: "Didn't you stop me from talking?" Don't worry, this injury won't kill me, please don't push me anymore. ”

"Oh, then you have a good rest."

Leaving this sentence, Lan Zijin opened the door and walked out, and gently closed the door. Thinking about boiling some water and finding a pharmacy to prescribe some medicine and make some meals.

It was already dawn.

Lan Zijin found the dining room, boiled the water and prepared to go out to get medicine. When she walked out of the room, she noticed the dried blood stains on the wall, and she searched for the blood stains all the way, on the stones, on the ground, everywhere. She opened the door one by one, and there were all on the table and the floor in the room.

Lan Zijin remembered Dongfang Luoqi and said that there was no one in this mansion anymore...... He must know something.

Lan Zijin closed her eyes in pain, and pictures appeared in her mind, in the dead of night, a group of people wearing night clothes covering their faces, holding swords to question her whereabouts. Unable to ask, he stabbed the cold blade into their chests. The cries, the cries for mercy, the sound of the sword entering the human body, flooded her ears, and she knelt on the ground in pain, desperately covering her ears, but to no avail.

Her sanity sane fell into darkness, and the dead servants slowly got up from the ground and walked step by step towards her, asking as they went, "Master, where have you been?" ”

"Girl, why didn't you come back?"

Lan Zijin knelt on the ground and shouted sorry with all his might, tears welling up.

"Zijin, what's wrong with you, are you okay! Zijin! Dongfang Luoqi's voice is as good as ever. Lan Zijin slowly opened his eyes and regained consciousness.

"They're all dead?"

"Hmm." Dongfang Luo Qi patted her on the shoulder, as if to comfort her.

"Why? Who is it? Who is going to kill them? They don't know anything, they're innocent! Lan Zijin couldn't cry, Dongfang Luoqi took her in his arms, regardless of his strength, put his chin on her head, and said, "The world is impermanent, you, don't be too sad." ”

Lan Zijin pushed him away, sat on the ground, and cried hoarsely: "Why? Innocent people are to be implicated in this way? Can you fight openly and secretly between countries, can you ignore human life and ignore the feelings of others? I've had enough of you! ”

Lan Zijin said, and ran to the gate, picked up her sword and hid it in her cuffs, jumped out, and flew out of the mansion.

Dongfang Luo Qi endured the pain and chased after her, grabbed her arm and asked, "Where are you going!" Now the assassins of Nangong Kingdom are still looking for you everywhere, are you going to seek death? ”

Lan Zijin threw him away and said, "Is it really Nangong Yu?" If they want to kill, let them come, I don't care, and I won't be afraid! After saying that, he turned around and walked away, Dongfang Luoqi took advantage of her unpreparedness to knock her unconscious, hugged her horizontally, and said in his heart: "I didn't see that this little woman has such a strong temperament." ”