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Wang fu

It was late at night, and when the man went out of the house, he saw that people were washing the blood on the floor tiles with water, and he took out the silk handkerchief from his sleeve.

The snow-colored veils were mottled with blood, like a little plum blossom blooming in winter.

This veil was thrown away by Chu Xi.

Seeing the man looking at the handkerchief, Xing Mo walked over, wrinkled his brows and said, "Lord, why don't you tell the princess that those five people are ......?"

"This king already had the intention of using her."

The explanation was only an attempt to cover up, and besides, he could not guarantee that it would be the last time.

"But, my lord, princess, she seems to be frightened."

Xing Mo was right, she was really frightened, that little face faded blood, like a wounded little beast, which was pitiful.

But what he wants to do doesn't change because of a woman.

"She's not as fragile as you think." The man said lightly, "She just needs a process of getting used to." ”

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Chu Xi couldn't sleep at first, closing her eyes was full of what those people looked like before they died, and her spirit was also very poor, until the sky was white, she barely felt a little sleepy.

But after sleeping for less than half an hour, she was so frightened that she was covered with cold sweat, and hurriedly sat up from the bed, gasping for breath.

Too terrible dreams.

The five men crawled out of hell, missing arms and legs, some grabbed her feet, some tore her arms, she kept running, but the ghost laughter always pierced the eardrums.

Give somebody the creeps.

"Princess, what's wrong with you?" The sudden movement woke up Forsythia, who was lying on the table, and she got up from the stool and approached the bed worriedly.

Chu Xi wiped the sweat on his head with his sleeve, his mind had been tortured for too long, and his face was no longer as delicate as before, and he was much haggard.

Even the eyes are deep blue-black.

It can be seen that she slept badly, or rather, she didn't sleep at all.

Chu Xi calmed down, looked at Forsythia, and said, "I'm fine, pour me a glass of water." ”

"Hmm."

The tea in the room was already cold, and Forsythia carried the kettle, pushed open the door and walked out.

After Forsythia went out, Chu Xi put on his shoes, took off the coat on the bamboo screen, draped it on his body, and walked towards the door.

She walked down the corridor to where she had been last night.

The wind was so strong that her clothes flew up, and she walked slowly, her eyes falling on the golden tiles.

In this world, there is probably no blood stain that cannot be washed away.

In this place, five people had died last night, or many more had died before, but after a few hours, they had been scrubbed clean and clean as before.

It's like it didn't carry the weight of those lives.

That doesn't mean it never happened.

"Princess, it's windy here, Princess, you better go back to the house! If you're sick, we're slaves. ”

Qiushui looked at Chu Xi gloatingly, and opened his mouth hypocritically.

Of course, she knew that Chu Xi minded this matter very much, and mentioning this matter at this time was tantamount to poking a hole in Chu Xi's heart again.

Chu Xi's thin lips moved, glanced at Qiushui, and also saw the calculation in Qiushui's eyes, she stretched out her hand to pull her hair behind her shoulders, and curled her lips and smiled very beautifully.

"It's a pity, if only I had done it myself last night, I had never killed anyone with my own hands-" Chu Xi regretted for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even colder, "Qiushui, you mean, if I suffer from the wind cold, you will die?" ”

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