Jiuluo's hands were still stained with chicken blood, and his face was excited.

Hearing Sanqian's words, she was stunned for a moment, but she didn't want to deal with it.

"Sanqian, can you move your hands? Help me go to the cellar and pick out a jar of 'Drunken Flower Shade', I have made a few new dishes according to the recipe, and I promise to be delicious. ”

Sanqian glared at her and continued the topic just now: "Jiuluo, we've been here long enough, you should go and find the exit." Escape is not the way to go, do you want to die here?"

Jiuluo lowered his head and did not speak.

The drop of chicken blood splashed on the index finger of his left hand dripped down his fingernails and fell to the ground, instantly drowning in dust.

Sanqian stood up and pointed to the big rooster that had just lost its hair in the jujube red wooden basin: "All this is fake, you made it unreal." You know that, right?"

With a wave of his hand, the tub was gone.

He pointed to the roses blooming in the southeast corner of the courtyard: "That's also fake." ”

He pointed to the tea stove beside him again: "This is also fake." ”

He waved his sleeve: "Even this house is your imagination." ”

Everything he pointed out was gone.

Only this house looms as if it is about to disappear, and finally stands again.

This is Jiuluo's will.

Jiuluo raised his head, and there were already tears in his eyes.

She looked at Sanqian in a daze, choked up and asked, "Is it true that even you are fake?"

Three thousand didn't answer, Jiuluo ran out crying.

Jiuluo just didn't want to wake up.

She wanted to wait for her father and mother to come back. It was she who harmed them, if it wasn't for the gullibility of that Taoist priest, how could my father and mother die?

Jiuluo didn't run far away, and there were no footsteps of three thousand chasing behind him, but someone shouted for help.

She turned around, and the Taoist priest turned into a sharp sword in his hand and pierced her mother's abdomen.

Her mother stretched out her hand and told her to run, not to look back.

The sky was full of snowflakes, and the moment they fell to the ground, they were stained red with blood.

Her father rushed over, turning an axe out of his hand and slashing at the Taoist priest.

While dodging, the Taoist priest pulled out the sword inserted in his mother's abdomen and stabbed her father back.

Her father used an axe to block the blood-stained sword.

She never knew her father was so powerful. She thought he was just a scholar who liked to talk about crooked reasoning.

There were tears in her eyes, and she shouted her name to run away and not look back.

The Taoist priest's eyes were dark blue. She will never forget.

She ran for a long time, thinking that the Taoist priest would chase her and kill her.

But the Taoist priest was gone.

When she came back to her senses and went back to look for her father, her father and mother were gone. There was not even blood on the ground. The snow was covered and covered with snow, and it was as if nothing had happened.

But what about Daddy's corpse?

She hated herself for being cowardly. Why don't you fight with the Taoist priest and run away?

She could never forgive herself.

She rescued the Taoist priest, and she killed her father.

"Jiuluo. ”

Someone called her.

Jiuluo withdrew from the past, but saw Sanqian standing under the blue sky and white clouds. The black-haired man in the dark coat had picturesque eyebrows and eyes, beckoning to her.

She wiped tears from her eyes and wanted to laugh.

The Taoist priest suddenly appeared behind the three thousand.

The light from his dark blue eyes was like ice crystals, and Jiu Luo shouted, "Three thousand be careful." ”

The sword that killed his father and mother passed through Sanqian's body, and the bright red blood dripped down the sword body and at Sanqian's feet.

The smile of the three thousand overlapped with the smile of the Taoist priest behind him, and it went crazy to Jiuluo's mind.

She said she didn't like red.

Because, that's the color of blood.

However, she wore a red dress.

A terrible roar that tore the earth erupted from Jiuluo's chest.

The red clothes were like blood, soaring in the air.

The Bodhi lamp on the table of the Eight Immortals suddenly flickered on and off, as if he was uneasy.

The karmic fire red lotus appeared again in Jiuluo's forehead.

This illusion carefully laid out by the river demon collapsed inch by inch at the foot of Jiuluo.

The blood-red eyes were imprinted with the blue eyes of the Taoist priest, and there were three thousand meaningful smiles.