The woman in white looked at the river, muttered for a long time, and then said in a low voice: "Our Dun family is sparsely populated and has a bad fate. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Men are prone to die at an early age, and women are blushing, as if our family's fate is cursed. “

"Cursed?" The young man in black was a little surprised.

"Yes, when I was a child, I vaguely heard adults say that the Dun family seems to have been cursed a hundred years ago, and our people have been living in the shadow of the curse. When I was growing up, I asked my parents about it, but they always denied it and didn't want to talk about it. “

"Impossible, right? Birth, old age, sickness and death are objective laws, and no one can send them. Maybe you misheard it when you were a kid. The young man in black said.

"I comfort myself in the same way, but lately I've been having nightmares, always dreaming that I'm dead and that there's a big pool of blood on the ground. My heart was uneasy, and an inexplicable worry welled up. That's why I'm afraid that after you leave, I'm afraid of being alone, and I'm even more afraid that I'm going to die. The corners of the woman's eyes moistened.

The young man in black hugged her tightly and comforted her softly. The two snuggled together for a long time, letting time flow slowly like the water on the river.

In the distance, there was a melodious piano sound from the church.

"The music is beautiful." The woman in white said.

"Yes." The young man in black smiled slightly.

"Only a perfect hand like you can play such beautiful music." The woman in white gently held the slender right hand of the young man in black.

"Does your butterfly fetal print hurt?" The hand of the woman in white slowly rose to the right arm of the young man in black and stroked it gently.

"It doesn't hurt." The young man in black still said gently.

The woman in white used her right index finger to gently scratch something on the birthmark of the young man in black.

"What are you doing?" The young man in black asked puzzled.

"It's nothing, I'm just writing the three letters of IL with my hand, indicating that I love you, and I want to entrust my life and belly child to you, I hope you can cherish us." The woman in white said solemnly.

"Of course. I will defend you with my life. The young man in black raised the hands of the woman in white and kissed them gently.

"It's a vow of life and a curse. If you abandon me and my children, hurt us, betray us, these three letters will pierce your chrome mark and make your right arm a blur of flesh and blood. The woman in white stared into the eyes of the young man in black and said seriously.

"How so? I will not abandon you. If I really abandon you and hurt you, I would like to cut off my right arm and live my life with one arm in shame. The young man in black said solemnly.

The two hugged each other tighter......

Time passed quickly, and the night slowly invaded the river, blurring and shadowing. The only constant is the beeping of the ferry and the never-ending sound of running water.

In August, the young man in black left Shanghai and set off for Poland. Due to the violent wind and rain at sea on the way, the ship stopped and went on a delay for many days, so that it arrived in Poland two months later. After arriving in Poland, the city is in ruins, and the search for the Devil's Music sheet is not smooth. There will always be sudden circumstances, causing the young man in black to stay in Poland for a long time, and still find the secret buried demon music score.

In January of the following year, the woman in white gave birth to a baby girl, and the child was safe, but she died due to excessive bleeding. When the young man in black sat on the train, he suddenly found that the butterfly fetal mark on his right upper arm began to bleed incessantly, and the pain was terrible, and finally the flesh and blood were blurred.

The young man in black understood that his lover was dead. He had promised to always protect his lover and children, but now he has betrayed his oath and betrayed the trust of his lover's life. He failed her love.

The young man in black cried loudly, with infinite sadness and endless regret. When he returned to Shanghai again, his lover had passed away and his child was gone. The young man in black understood that his life would eventually be spent in endless repentance.

The young man in black was like ashes, and after playing the sad piano music of the poignant and desperate demon, he cut off his right upper arm, and since then he has lost the mark of the demon's musical heir. Without the symbol of the Demon Descendant, he lost his soul.

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That's all there is to it on those pages. Qi Luoling stared at these clear handwriting for a long time, and involuntarily stroked the butterfly brand on his arm, full of thoughts.