There are few stars in the sky, and the bright moon is half-hidden.

The wind was roaring all around, and night crows were crying.

Lan Ruoan ran in a panic on the dark mountain, she couldn't tell where this was, the strange cries around her followed, and the green trees in the mountains were like forests, so that she couldn't tell the direction.

She was never out of danger in the chaos, and the strange screams around her became clearer and clearer.

Suddenly, in the darkness, there were sparks lit up, and the smell of fireworks rose in the distance, Lan Ruoxin was overjoyed, and ran all the way along the light, it was a wide courtyard.

The courtyard was silent, and there was a large cauldron in the courtyard, and the water in the pot was already boiling, and the steam of the water was steaming with a rich fragrance of flowers.

The strong fragrance of large pieces of Penglai purple made Lan Ruoan dizzy for a while, and when she realized that something was wrong and wanted to leave, she found that she had fallen into a huge magic circle, which was closed on all sides, like an iron wall of copper coins, trapping her firmly in it.

Where is this?

Who was going to kill her?

Lan Ruoan didn't have the slightest clue, and let her use all her life's learning, but she was never able to break out of the formation, and even the voice of the cry for help could not reach the low courtyard wall.

Lan Ruoan took a light breath, tried to calm himself down, and carefully looked at the courtyard, except for a large area of Penglai purple, there seemed to be no living creatures in the courtyard.

The clusters are dark red and light purple, the beauty is dreamlike, the beauty is demagogic, and the beauty is murderous.

She felt, stronger than the scent of flowers, the smell of death.

Suddenly, a demonic wind rose from the ground, raising and falling flowers one after another, and she didn't have time to react, she had already been imprisoned by the vines that had grown out of the sky.

Lan Ruoan subconsciously wanted to break free, but she didn't know what kind of demon magic was applied to this rattan, no matter how she exercised, she didn't move at all, it seemed to be stronger than copper wire and iron bars.

The rattan tightened tighter and tighter, and beads of sweat rolled down Lan Ruoan's forehead, watching the rattan wrap itself in the cauldron that was billowing with white smoke, as if to throw her into it alive.

After understanding the demon flower's intentions, Lan Ruoan subconsciously grabbed the other rattans around her.

But these struggles were in vain, and the tighter and tighter rattan strangled her limbs, and she gradually could not support them.

When her body fell into the boiling water, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow spread from her limbs and bones, and her tears fell from the pain, and she was almost immediately drained of all consciousness.

Tears were cold, falling into the boiling water, and in the silence, she could almost hear the sound of her own blood boiling.

Before losing consciousness, Lan Ruoan remembered the destruction of the earth, and it was still vaguely the scenery of the first acquaintance when he was seventeen years old.

She remembered the chic when she fought with him, and remembered the years they had supported, but he refused to tell her what his relationship with Dai Chun'er was, nor did he tell her who he was.

She will be a fool after all, and she will not understand why she will have a relationship with Dai Chun'er until she dies, and she will not understand what her husband is until she dies, just as she will not know who wants to kill her until she dies.

Just as Lan Ruoan closed her eyes in despair, the heavy mist was suddenly removed, and in the dark night sky, a crimson figure floated from afar, floating above like a ghost, looking down at her condescendingly.

The gaze was very, with a deep resentment, and he wanted to eat her alive.

When Lan Ruo'an looked at the beautiful face of the alluring city clearly, her eyes were like tears when she returned to the light, she had no strength, she couldn't even ask questions, she could only desperately open her eyes wide, staring at her until she couldn't blink to death.

The beautiful face was fixed on her dilated pupils. Ink-like hair, fiery red clothes, and a bewitching manzhu sawa bloomed between the eyebrows......