"Mo Yuan is my younger brother, and his black eyebrows are all born with Manzhu Sawa like me. The red manju sawa is only available to my wife. The black manzhu sawa appeared again in the center of Leng Mohan's eyebrows.

I pouted: "Aren't you afraid that others will secretly paint behind your back?" ”

"I'm not afraid to die again and draw casually. It's just that there is no material for painting this Manzhu Sawa except me. Leng Moyuan's hand put down the brush and moved restlessly on me again.

I looked in the mirror again, and the manju sawa in my brow was gone. I touched it, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"When needed, it will show up." Leng Mohan explained.

It was not early, and while I was not paying attention to the cold ink, I slipped into the quilt and wrapped myself tightly, closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

Leng Mohan had no choice but to hug me outside with the quilt.

In a daze, I seemed to have returned to the moment when I was summoned by Leng Mohan and married him that night.

The only difference is that although I am alone in the room, I can feel that this time it is more lively than the night I got married.

It was as if the entire underworld was celebrating this wedding.

I was also very excited.

The candlelight on the red candle of the dragon and phoenix flickered, and I sat alone in front of the antique dresser, quietly combing my long hair with an ivory comb. He wears a gorgeous phoenix crown on his head, and his hair is adorned with beaded hairpins and hairpins.

The infinite jade on my wrist quietly reflected the unique dark fire in the underworld outside the house, and I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a little strange and strange, but the corners of my mouth involuntarily smiled.

I was shocked to see that bright smile.

As if sensing something, I dragged my jogie to my dresser, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and lowered the hijab on my head.

An inky figure appeared in front of me.

The hijab was lifted, and it was cold and cold.

I got up and tried to hug him, but he pushed me away with his expressionless backhand and stabbed me in the heart.

"Ink ......"

The heartache and shock spread all over my body for a while, and I looked at him, and fell to his side to pull the leg he was holding, but he kicked me away without the slightest hesitation.

The mirror on the dresser was knocked off and fell in front of me, and it was really me, not anyone else......

There was another sharp sword slash from behind, and I was powerless to dodge, and I was hit to the ground by the sword momentum, and a mouthful of blood spat on the smooth bronze mirror in front of me.

Even in my dreams, I can clearly feel the pain of the wound on my body, and the heart that loves him tears my heart together.

Leng Mohan stood behind me resolutely.

"Why......" I struggled to look behind me, and I didn't hear anything as he said.

"Mo Han...... Why...... Don't you love me...... Why ......"

"Never loved." He replied crisply, just like the two swords he had just taken.

"Why did you kill me...... ...... on our wedding night"

"You are not worthy to be my cold wife, and you are not worthy to be my queen of the underworld." His words entered my ears word for word, and every word was imprinted on my heart like a soldering iron.

"Ink ......"

"Die."

He swung his sword, and I closed my eyes in despair.

However, the pain did not come as expected, and my body was swayed back and forth, and in the haze, I gradually saw the cold ink in front of me.

I pushed him away!