He lifted the red gauze tent, his steps were steady and light, his body was strong, his face was indifferent, and his facial features were exquisite, like a demon dressed in handsome human skin, faintly exuding a murderous aura.

Murong Chong slowly approached Wen Jin, and the smell of blood that swept away made the beauty shiver. He lifted his hand and stroked her scented hair, all the way to her ears, face, jaw, and then onto her shoulder. The slender fingers touched her collarbone and stroked it gently.

"Hate me?" Murong Chong leaned down and whispered in her ear. The powerful breath echoed in Wen Jin's ears, coiling towards her whole body like a seductive snake.

"Don't hate me, if you want to hate, hate your sister Tianjin, after all, it was her decision that led to your end."

Wen Jin's eyes trembled slightly, and his expression was uncertain.

"Oh, you don't know yet? Then I'll tell you. Murong Cheng laughed suddenly, and his other hand was also on her shoulder, revealing her light clothes, and her soft body bones could be distinguished.

"She played the piano with an enemy general on the battlefield and said that she loved you and me, and did not hesitate to reveal vital information to him, which led to the collapse of the million-strong army in this battle of Weishui. Nature...... It also gave us a chance. ”

"It can't be." Wen Jin raised his arm to open Murong Chong's hand, a little emotional, "Tianjin won't make that kind of mistake, it's impossible." ”

Although she didn't understand the important things in the army, and she didn't accompany her sister around the barracks, she knew Tianjin, and she wouldn't do that outrageous thing.

"Impossible?" Murong Chong sneered, he stood behind Wen Jin, his gaze slid down her hair all the way to her waist, "That general's name is Xie Yan, and he is now a great hero of the Southern Dynasty." He is a man of both ability and political integrity, and our Tianjin princess made a lot of jokes in order to pursue him, and even eloped with him. ”

Wen Jin looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes trembled, and he said in a cold tone, "I won't believe your nonsense." ”

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the others, it's no secret. Why do you think Fu Jian is so ruthless, not only abandoning the Dajin Army, but even wiping everything about Tianjin. Because ......" Murong Chong leaned down on her ear again, pressed her collarbone, and even had a tendency to slide, "She's just like you now, it's all filthy things." ”

"Get out." Wen Jin suddenly felt nauseous, got up and pushed Murong Chong away, and the ornaments in front of the mirror spilled all over the ground. She screamed angrily, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you, you're the filthy thing......"

"Wen Jin, what qualifications do you have to laugh at me?" Murong Chong stretched out his arms, squinted his eyes and slowly stretched out to her, "Do you think you are still as flawless as a piece of beautiful jade as before?" You forgot that last night, the two of us were so close......"

"Shut up, shut up!" Wen Jin broke down and howled like crazy, grabbed the hairpin in front of the mirror and stabbed him, "Murong Chong, I'll kill you." ”

In terms of appearance, even if she is exactly the same as her sister, maybe she can still win; It's just that in terms of hand and foot skills, the distance between her and Tianjin is very different.

Murong Chong raised his hand and grabbed her, and then he encircled her into his arms, clinging to her weak body and smelling her fragrance.

"Wen Jin, why don't you learn your lesson, it will hurt if you resist."

"Let it go."

Wen Jin was still struggling, but for Murong Chong, the twisting of each of her joints was a fatal temptation, which only made him more excited.

His hands swam all over Wen Jin's body as if he was being pulled by a demon, and everywhere he went, his clothes and skirts were torn and broken. Her smooth skin swayed in the candlelight, and she cried and screamed.

"Let go of me, you beast ......"

Her hair was scattered across her chest, and tears rolled down her face.

Murong Chong raised his hand and picked her up and threw her onto the bed, her jade-like and graceful body was in full view, making the greedy person hideous.

"Wen Jin, you're mine!"

Snow covers the entire village, the sky is dark, and the snow is flying. All around, all around, only the sound of the cold wind whistling to and fro.

Xibao stepped on the heavy snow and made a dull sound, she looked at the vast and quiet world, she felt very comfortable and peaceful, and she didn't feel cold at all.

This snow, it seems, has been falling for a long, long time, and has not begun or ended.

"Hee-Po ......"

Suddenly, a woman's voice called to her, distant and ethereal, gentle and sad.

"Who?" Hee-Po raised his head and looked around.

"Xibao, remember to put down ......" The voice sounded again, as if it was from a far away place.

"Who, who's talking?" Hee-Po instinctively tried to find the sound, but the voice was so airy that she turned around twice and saw nothing but snow and dead wood.

Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and Xibao subconsciously chased him out.

"Who's in front?"

The white shadow didn't answer her, and Hee-bo's feet slipped and fell into the snow. The snow is cold, but it feels cold.

When she raised her head again, a beautiful white fox sat gracefully and naturally on top of a high rock, and the soft white snow was trampled under her feet, like a carpet falling from the sky.

"Hee-Po...... My child, remember to put down ......"

The white fox did not move, but a gentle and sad admonition came from its mouth, and a pair of deep eyes were out of reach, looking at her faintly.

"Kid?" Xibao looked at it and whispered, a warmth that had never been felt before.

The white fox looked at her for a long time, and suddenly jumped into the snow of the woods. Only the ethereal voice still drifts on the snow—

"Remember, don't be greedy for karma...... Don't fall into love and hatred...... Do not immerse yourself in the ...... of high power"

A strong feeling of warmth hit Xibao's heart, and she suddenly shouted, "Mother's ......"

Xibao hurriedly chased in the direction where the white fox disappeared, "Mother, is it you?" ”

But the elegant whiteness flashed and there was no trace.

"Let go of ......" voice faded away.

"No, don't go......," Hee-po cried as she ran through the snow, "Mother, don't go!" ”

Xibao was startled and opened his eyes, the snow and the vast world were gone, and the cold swept in. Surrounded by dim and damp cells, small breathable ** to lonely starlight.

That's a dream......