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But this torture only lasted for half a cup of tea, and soon, the five living beings were all cold corpses, lying in a pool of blood, and even the bluestone floor tiles under them were stained red.

At this time, Rong Jingshen put Chu Xi down.

Chu Xi stood on the floor tiles with her feet, and the blood flowed down the cracks of the bricks to her feet, which was so shocking that she couldn't stabilize her body for a while.

The nails were also carved into the soft flesh, and the face was even more difficult to see, and under the moonlight, it was almost transparent and white.

She staggered forward, unsettled.

The man standing behind him always looked calm, but his temples jumped suddenly, and the figure of the woman was reflected in his inky pupils.

It staggered, as if it could be blown down by the wind.

Forsythia tried to help her, but she avoided her without a trace, and she finally walked in front of the five corpses, and the calm she had tried to maintain became disintegrated at the sight of this bloody piece.

She slumped to the ground weakly, but her hand touched a sticky piece, and the originally tied bun fell out.

Her long untied hair was blown by the wind, and it also covered half of her cold white face.

Chu Xi's lips trembled for a long time, and he didn't say anything.

And from a man's point of view, even if he can't see the expression on her face, he can tell from her back that she should be on the verge of collapse at the moment.

He also forgot.

She was just a fifteen-year-old girl.

A touch of pity passed through his heart, and even his face softened a little, and he walked over, wanting to pick up the woman from the ground, but Chu Xi slapped his hand away.

She smiled softly, propped her hands on the ground, her legs and feet moved, and she couldn't stop retreating into a pool of blood, and this time, the snow-white skirt was stained with blood.

She raised her head and looked at the approaching man with a vacant gaze, "Are you satisfied?" ”

The man's thin lips pursed, squatted down, took a handkerchief from Forsythia, grabbed Chu Xi's hand, and wiped the blood off her well-defined fingers.

The blood is still sticky and hot, and it is not difficult to wipe it off.

Chu Xi kept clenching his fists, refusing to cooperate, wanting to withdraw his hand, but he was unable to match his strength, and said, "Don't worry, in the future—

I've asked you for your opinion on everything. ”

She didn't want to burden others anymore, she didn't want others to die because of her again, this guilt was like a cage, trapping her in a small world, and she couldn't get out at all.

The man's movements were obvious, and he thought that according to her temperament, he would have to make a big fuss with him, but she was very calm, calm and sensible.

Very obedient.

But it's not the real her.

"The other hand."

Chu Xi didn't give him his hand, but snatched the handkerchief from his hand, lowered his eyelids, and said, "I will wipe it myself, don't bother the prince." ”

After saying that, she slowly got up from the ground, but instead of wiping the blood from her hands, she walked forward with a handkerchief.

As he walked, he didn't know whether he was unintentional or deliberate, he let go of his hand, and the blood-stained handkerchief also drifted away with the wind and fell to the man's feet.

"Lord Wang, what should we do with these corpses?" Xingmo had already put away his sword, and looked at Rong Jingshen with a slightly tangled gaze.

"Good life and burial."

Xingmo: "......"

Will the prince change his decision because of the princess? Obviously, these five people ......

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After Chu Xi returned to the house, he took a bath for a long time, soaked until he didn't even know that the water was cold, the blood on his hands and body had been washed away, and his fingers had returned to their previous whiteness.

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