Chapter Forty-Eight: Wan'er is bloodthirsty

The bright moonlight spread down, and the scarlet bloody aura enveloped the entire attic, and the silence of solemnity spread. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The icy air rushed from all directions in the air, and the cold breath, like the wind blowing from the frozen lake, carried a biting chill and hurt the bone marrow.

A sudden strange feeling lingered in Zhao Haochen's heart. The beautiful attic window decorations, the beautiful garden scenery, full of spring breath, the pleasant wind chimes jingling is good, and the faint daughter's body fragrance lingers on the tip of his nose.

Moving his steps and moving forward slowly, a feeling of palpitations in his heart arose. The icy and eerie air flow blew out from it, brushing his handsome face, like a ghostly raid, but it was full of the beautiful fragrance of spring, a faint familiar smell.

With the help of a glimmer of light from the bright moon, the beautiful figure could be seen dimly, lying quietly, and intermittent painful moans wafted out of it.

Zhao Haochen closed his eyes, except for the roar of the wind and snow, there was a bleak moan, but there was an indescribable sense of horror, like a shadow. He didn't dare to take this step forward, one step, like a moat away, his heart palpitated, as if there was something terrible, in this attic.

There must be something wrong, but what exactly is the problem?

However, Zhao Haochen didn't have time to think about it, the dense guards outside the courtyard had already swarmed in, their bodies flashed, Zhao Haochen disappeared from their field of vision, and the door of the attic was quietly closed.

The wall of the carved dragon and phoenix seems to be made of white jade, the bright floor is gorgeous marble, look up, the huge screen blocks the view, the whole body is gilded, the gold and jade do the line, the bright light is slowly swaying in the cold wind, and the phoenix bathing in fire spreads its wings and wants to fly.

Suddenly, a heavy bloody breath interrupted Zhao Haochen's thoughts, and there was a chill for no reason, as if a snake had slipped into his back, and the strange feeling in the air struck again.

His razor-sharp eyes burst with sharp light, and he walked towards the back of the barrier step by step.

As far as the eye can see, the simple and simple boudoir exudes a strong and elegant atmosphere, and the faint and fragrant rosewood bedboard is dignifiedly placed. A faint moan came from the bed that covered the curtains, and there was nothing unusual about it, as if it was unaware of his uninvited arrival.

The dim candlelight flickered slightly, and it looked very lonely on a stormy night, and it was in danger of being destroyed at any time.

He could vaguely see the delicate body lying on the bed exuding a seductive charm, the rich spring color was brewing unscrupulously, and he stepped forward slowly, but he did not have the courage to lift this light veil, his intuition told him that there was a great horror hidden in it.

The dim candlelight flickered faintly, like fireflies at night, and at this time, the thick bloody tyrannical aura spread out from inside, rushing around, the bloodthirsty madness made the delicate body in the curtain twitch for a while, and the tragic wail shook the four fields, and a cone of pain suddenly climbed into his heart.

Sharp eyes stared at the vague figure in front of him, the familiar feeling lingered in his heart, the smell of blood also stirred in his heart, the handsome face with a trace of heavy doubt, his trembling hands slowly moved forward.

A person, little by little, appeared in his eyes.

Suddenly, his pupils became wide, full of undoubted expression, his arms that lifted the curtain seemed to be frozen in mid-air, the thick frost on his brow exuded a cold chill, his heroic face was shrouded in a huge white, his white lips trembled slightly, and his whole body was shrouded in a huge shock, not so much shock as fear.

The blood-red pool the same size as the bed was soaked in crimson blood, and the cold Zhuge Wan'er was like an angel, sleeping quietly, covered in blood, looking more like a huge and terrifying demon, bathing.

The dazzling blood red color continued to hit his brain like a tide, there was an indescribable smell of blood in the air, and his ears were the wails of countless dead souls, and at the same time, his muddy mind inadvertently looked at his delicate face like a flower, but at the moment it was solidified with a vast turbidity and pathos, looking a little tired, and even more unhappy.

"You ......" Zhao Haochen's teeth were already shaking uncontrollably, and he struggled to squeeze out such a word from between his teeth.

With a sigh, the sleeping Zhuge Wan'er opened her hazy sleepy eyes like a petite baby, and Zhao Haochen's figure first reflected her beautiful eyes, and a surprise light emerged in her eyes, and then, she noticed his tightly knit brows and pale face, as if puzzled, and the same eyes like autumn water flashed a puzzled look.

Zhao Haochen was silent in the dark, he didn't know what he was thinking in his head, he just stood quietly, and the momentum of his whole body accumulated to a critical point, like an explosive that could be detonated at any time, and it would explode at any time.

Figures flickered outside the window, but they were all outside the pavilion.

The wind and snow are like the sacrifice of heaven and earth, silently mourning the souls of those who have passed away, drifting down leisurely, and sprinkling on every corner of the surging rivers and lakes.

On the other hand, in this pavilion, the candle flame is swaying, the bloody breath is full of sky, the blood-red world, the burning feeling permeates the entire attic, the two people look at each other, Zhuge Wan'er's eyes are full of tenderness, with affection, Zhao Haochen's eyes are the world of sword intent, the sword is shining, ready to slash the world at any time.

Smelling the bloody breath in the air, Zhuge Wan'er seemed to realize something, lowered her head, her ruddy face became a bleak white, her jet-black hair was soaked in the hot blood that exuded a rich bloody gas, the viscous plasma was bloody and sultry, and the wisps of red blood clots were mixed in his hair, like a bloodthirsty demon dancing wildly in the sea of blood.

"No--no--" Zhuge Wan'er was like a crazy demon at the moment, the blood-stained Qianqianyu held her head in her hands, like a wounded little girl, curled up in the corner, looking at the hot plasma surging in the pool below her, her eyes were filled with frightened light, she raised her head from time to time and looked at the direction where Zhao Haochen was, and a trace of Qiji and pity spread through those pitiful eyes.

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhao Haochen's sharp eyes.