That's no accident.

Raising her hand and pushing the room open, she stepped in.

Ah Liang was still shrunk in the quilt, and Lian Qing looked at the murals in the room, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

She had never come into this house, and she had been taking care of it by herself, but she didn't know that there were so many paintings painted on this wall.

The paintings are all a woman, the woman is not stunning, but as beautiful as a rose, she bows in the Buddha hall, with a faint smile on her face. In another painting, the woman was wearing a black robe, the robe was tumbling, the killing intent was resolute, she held a knife in her hand, and stood alone in the air. And that knife is a blood soul.

On the other side, there was the woman's weeping face, she knelt in a peach blossom forest, and her body was already covered with many petals, but she couldn't stop crying.

In this room, one by one, one scene after another, all talk about the relationship between Ah Liang and him. What kind of familiar person is it that can depict all the laughter and anger of this woman in red? Or rather, who is this woman?

When she got up and touched the crying picture scroll with one finger, her heart would also ache, how could she make such a rebellious person kneel and cry bitterly?

The fingertips touched the pain, she quickly withdrew her hand, the fingers were unconsciously ground to blood, she frowned, sucking the blood from the fingertips.

Behind the "master......", Ah Liang didn't know when he woke up, and looked at Lian Qing at this time blankly.

"Who is she?" she didn't look back, her eyes looking at the woman, as if she could see through her grief.

"She's the master. ”

"What about me?"

"You are also the master. ”

"What about last night's dream?" the blood from her fingertips was inexhaustible, and she simply stopped sucking, lowered her fingers, and turned around.

She sat on the □□ in a red robe, just like she had seen for the first time in her dream.

"Ah Liang doesn't know. Ah Liang shook his head.

"What is my relationship with her, why does she also hold the blood soul?" she had a conjecture in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it, she was afraid that she was right, she didn't want to accept that kind of thing.

Ah Liang didn't speak there, his face sank, and he opened his mouth for a while, but he didn't say a word.

Lian Qing's heart sank and he smiled mockingly.

"How did the master get in?" The enchantment she set up in the house, the master is a mortal, how can he get by?

"Nature walked in. What's her name?" she pointed to the paintings, pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, and faded out a sentence.

Ah Liang bit his lip, "Qingshi." ”

"Bluestone. Lian Qing muttered, and his body had already left Ah Liang's room.

Listening to Xue Lou's bronze mirror, she stood there, looking at her face.

She is not bluestone, bluestone and her are completely two faces. Bluestone is rebellious, but she has a faint defense.

The woman in front of the mirror looked up with sorrow between her eyebrows, and tilted her head.

And the woman in the mirror looked as usual, her eyes were open, and she looked at her with sadness outside the mirror.

In the bluestone palace, a woman in a blue robe walked out lightly, her eyebrows and eyes were ninety percent similar to the people in Ah Liang's paintings. And the eyebrows are turned and the arms are raised, which is indeed extremely ruthless.

Everything, has entered the game, Lou Lian stood on the top of the snowy mountain, her eyebrows were frowning, a plain robe rolled with the wind, he looked at the bottom of the mountain, raised his hand and stretched out his five fingers, and in the center of the five fingers, a water balloon suddenly turned out, which reflected the scene of Lian Qing looking in the mirror. She went anyway. The gears of fate have slowly turned, can the love and hatred of 10,000 years ago be exchanged for an immortal and no regrets?

Listening to Xuelou, after Lian Qing left, the woman in the mirror did not disappear, she walked out of the mirror with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

With hairpins on her sideburns, she is not Lian Qing, nor is she bluestone. Her name is Qingluo, Qingshi's sibling sister.

The things that the master asked her to take in this life, but she never got them, so her sister will do it for her and get that thing.

Qingshi has affection in her heart, she is not as ruthless as her, she will definitely not give her sister a little more hope, all this should come soon, before he recovers his memory.

Sister, I can't take back that heart from you, just because it is the person he sat down, as long as he dies, that person will definitely return the heart to you, and it will not be in vain for you to fall into reincarnation.

It's just sister, don't be sad, you shouldn't love him.

In this world, there is no one more sincere than my sister, you have to remember that year and that month, how he treated you? It was a fire, burning your soul to the ground, if it wasn't for the master to save you, you would have melted into the mountains and rivers, you should hate him, in the past, and in the future.

Qingluo's eyes swept over the room, the corners of his mouth raised a touch of cruelty, and his body arrived at Ah Liang's room in a blink of an eye.

In the room, Ah Liang hurriedly turned around, and when he saw that it was Qingluo, his expression tightened, and he immediately held a halberd in his hand, and waved it at Qingluo without saying a word.

Qingluo smiled, turned his hand lightly, and the halberd took out of Ah Liang's hand and slammed deep into the wall.

"Ah Liang, after so many years, your martial arts are still so bad, you came to assist your sister, why did your sister fall in love with him?" Her voice was penetrating, with anger, and suddenly poured into Ah Liang's ears.

Ah Liang's body was shocked backwards, and a mouthful of bright red erupted.

The pure white fox fur was draped on Qingluo's body, not even the slightest bit of elegance, but it was like death descending. Qingluo has a lifespan of 10,000 years, she is not her opponent at all, in Qingluo's opinion, as long as she makes a move, she will be completely annihilated.

However, how could she let her hurt her master? Even if she fought for her life, she should not let her hurt her master.

"Why didn't my sister get that string of Buddhist beads? Don't she want her heart? Do you think that Kongchen will return her sister's heart without Buddha beads?!" Her voice was like a huge wave, rushing over again and again, shaking Ah Liang's body out little by little.

Fingers clasped the ground, Ah Liang bit his lip, but the blood couldn't stop, "There are no Buddha beads around him, the master can finally be with him, even if it is only a lifetime in the world, the master has also fulfilled his dream." ”

Ah Liang, you can't protect your sister, just rely on your mana, it's less than one-ten-thousandth of your sister's, my sister wants to kill you, just one glance, but what about the master? If the master wants to kill my sister, the same glance is enough, you let my sister die!" Her wrist flicked, Ah Liang's body floated on the ground, and quickly reached Qingluo's palm, "You have followed your sister since you were a child, but you don't practice spells well, what does your sister want you to do!"

"Fall master, you will never understand the master's heart. Ah Liang's neck hurt, and it was Qingluo's nails that pinched in.

Qingluo sneered, his eyes full of ruthlessness, "I don't need to understand." ”

"The master loves him. ”

But he didn't love his sister. ”

"What about love?" Ah Liang insisted.

"If you love, then your sister will definitely die. Ah Liang, what kind of heart do you have?" "Qing Luo is angry" Xiao Yang's little fox can disfigure my sister and push my sister off the cliff, don't tell me, you can't even kill that little fox! ”