The coffins of the lord and lady of Yanmen were parked in the mourning hall, and his snorts were filled with the breath of fragrant wood, and the calm and unfluctuating face of Nian Jinshu swept through his mind.

The goose returns to the heart like a knife!

Hanging up white all night, Yan Hui couldn't kneel for a long time, his body gradually became numb and cold, he led people to guard the door without a trace, and the entire Yan family closed the door to thank guests, even if it was Nian Junyao and others, Yan Hui didn't see it!

The elders and disciples of the sect have asked for the disposal of the Nianjin book.

Disposal!

Yan Hui knelt on the futon, thinking fiercely in his heart, someone must have framed him, and Ah Jin would definitely not do such a crazy thing.

Yes, everyone must be framed.

Although Ah Jin is stubborn, he is kind-hearted, loves his father and mother like his biological parents, and is as well-behaved as a daughter in front of them, how can he kill him ruthlessly.

It can't be Ah Jin!

He persuaded himself over and over again, but he couldn't accept the news of his father's death.

"Dad, mother......" Yan Hui looked at the coffin on the mourning hall with tears, leaned over and kowtowed, his voice was sad, but at the moment of kowtowing, it seemed that something had squeezed into his mind.

The goose turned his head with a pain, and some intermittent images flashed through his mind, this scene seemed familiar, as if he had experienced it once, how could it be!

In that broken picture, it was also in such a cold mourning hall, the young man knelt in the mourning hall all night, with no one to rely on, and his young father lay in the coffin.

Why did his father at the age of eight look exactly the same as his father when he was nineteen, and the years have not left a trace on his face.

He wanted to think about it seriously, but the picture was so shattered that he couldn't remember it anymore.

What is that?

Everything was his delusion!

What is this fleeting picture?

Yan Hui propped up on the ground with one hand, her muscles jumped violently, she endured severe pain, but Nian Jinshu was anxious in the Jinghong Courtyard, Yan Hui wouldn't lock her up for a few days, right?

In another day, the illusion shatters, and he will die!

In the courtyard, the ghost king lazily leaned on their marriage bed, and the wide robe swayed on the fiery red bed, covered with a layer of black, "Jinshu, don't come unharmed." ”

Nian Jinshu's spine was numb for a while, and when he turned his head to see the ghost king, his face turned cold, "It's you again!"

The ghost is not gone!

The ghost king chuckled, "The most ruthless woman's heart, I didn't expect Ah Jin to be ruthless, it was more vicious than I expected, poor Yan Hui, the second time I lost my father, the pain of my heart, the person who killed my father was actually my beloved, pitiful, pitiful!"

Nian Jinshu is not distressed, "You don't have to pretend, this fantasy time is quiet, singing and dancing are leveling, who is not addicted, I am addicted to it, no matter how beautiful it is, this is also fake, one day, Yanhui will get the quiet years he wants." ”

It is by no means in a secret realm, such a false beauty.

The ghost king held his chin in one hand and looked at Nian Jinshu thoughtfully, with an emotion she couldn't understand in his eyes, "Jinshu, do you love Yanhui?"

"It has nothing to do with you!" Nian Jinshu's face turned cold, "Get off our bed!"

The ghost king's face pale, he got up obediently, his robe dragged to the ground, and walked towards him, with a cold, dark aura, he was born in the dark, a man who grew up in the dark.

Nian Jinshu looked up at him, neither humble nor arrogant, not intimidated by his momentum, the ghost king said, "Do you hate me very much?"

"What do you hate, you are the master of the small secret realm, we are the people who came to break into the secret realm, we have different positions, we can't talk about hate. "Nianjin Book tells the truth.

"Lie!"

"Believe it or not. ”