She didn't seem to be disturbed by the voices behind her, and focused on the movements in her hands.

"Ye Luo, what are you doing!"

The man shouted again and hurried in front of her.

Ye Luo looked at him, and the movements in his hands seemed to speed up. But before he snatched the scissors from her hand, she had completely removed the scar, and then slowly lowered her hand and let him snatch the sharp, blood-stained scissors.

In the bronze mirror, she could faintly see her own blood, and the scissors were also stained with a lot.

Thinking about it, the scar on the back of his neck was actually quite large, although he only used much force when he bit it, and only left a small scar. I still remember what he said at the time-

[If this scar is not removed, this love will not be removed. 】

So she used the drug of rotting muscles to deepen the scar.

For more than a year, I have watched it again and again, and I have recalled it again and again.

His demeanor at that time, the tone of his speech at that time, were deeply engraved in her mind and heart.

And now, it's time to eliminate.

Probably the scar is gone, and the feelings are probably gone. Or should I say, the feelings are gone, what do you do with scars?

Shangguan Liyao stood beside her with heavy breathing, "Ye Luo." ”

At first, he thought she was going to kill herself, but now he saw clearly that it was not a suicide, but the removal of the scar......

What does that scar represent, and who doesn't know it better than anyone else?

"Who told you to do that?" The tone of forcible patience was even more manic and depressed, "Who allowed you to do this?" ”

Why, how dare she, without his consent?

This damn woman!

Ye Luo slowly turned his head and looked at him lightly.

It seemed that the pain of cutting flesh was nothing to her, and there was not even the slightest ripple on her calm and cold face.

"Some things look like eyesore, and they should be discarded."

A pair of beautiful eyes are like overflowing with stagnant water, no longer stunning and bright again, full of dead silence like a dry pool, and the face is as white as paper.

Shangguan Liyao's hands clenched into fists inch by inch, and the green tendons and blood vessels on both sides of his temples almost burst out.

"Ye Luo, do you think I won't dare to kill you?"

He roared suddenly, calling the stunned Xiu'er back to reality.

"Your Majesty, don't!" Xiu'er didn't say anything when she was half shocked just now, and this time she was so frightened by the emperor's words that she fell to the ground with a thud, and hurriedly explained, "Miss Ye didn't mean it, she just ...... She's just sad and sad, she's so sad! You have something to say, as long as you coax her...... Your Majesty, the slave begs you not to blame her, it's important to find a doctor! ”

"Imperial Doctor?" The man's thin lips were tightly pursed into a cold straight line, "She doesn't even say a word in pain, will she need a doctor?" ”

"Girl!" Xiu'er heard the meaning of his words, and hurriedly turned back to beg Ye Luo, tears rained down, "Girl, just be soft with the emperor, this is your own body, please don't spoil your body, slave beg, okay?" ”

"Xiu'er." When Ye Luo looked at her, his expression changed slightly.

She finally understood that this girl was really for her.

The weak and crumbling body squatted down and helped Xiu'er, "Don't beg him, I don't hurt, eh?" ”

Xiu'er looked at her in a daze, crying and gasping, "No...... Girl, slave and maid...... Slave begging you, okay? ”

Shangguan Liyao stared at her for a moment, his eyes were not instantaneous, but his face was even more ugly than her pale face.