too affectionate

Chapter 938 Awakening of the Poison Lord
It was in the small courtyard of Fenglinzhou, Wanyan took off the silver hairpin from Bai Ze, and put on the gold hairpin given by Rong Jin.He sits on the roof.

It was in Huku's military tent, Wanyan was drinking steaming brown sugar water.He stands outside the door.

It was next to the boundary marker of Baize Buhuo Port, and Wanyan took Rong Jin home.He stood in the smoke of the carriage.

It was outside the barrier of No Man's Land, Wanyan watched her relatives enter the barrier, then put away the knife on his neck, turned and left.He fell in the desert.

It was the wedding night, after the dagger Wanyan held up behind him fell to the ground, he staggered away, holding on to the door of Wugou Temple, and stood outside the door all night.

In these scenes, he didn't even say a word.

It's just that figure, so tall and straight, yet so decadent, just looking at it is worth thousands of words and thousands of tears.

It's like a pine tree in a blizzard. It doesn't fall down, which is more uncomfortable to watch than it falls down.

Compared with the hoarse voice just now, this frame of calm picture is too beautiful.

But to Wanyan, the only audience, this beauty is the sword that really killed her.

At the beginning of the year, Xuanfu.

The old mother looked at Qi Luo, who was restless, and asked worriedly: "Miss, the young lady's heart-breaking decision has already taken effect, why are you still so worried?"

Qi Luo frowned, and sighed:
"Forgetting is the antidote to everything.

Also, the most costly poison.

No one can forget forever, because when you forget, someone will remember for you.

The reason for obliterating the heart, forcibly twisting people's minds, doubting, hating, and then forgetting the one you love deeply, is of course obliterating the heart.

But when the Forgotten is dying, and the heart is broken, she will see everything that happened to him because of her forgetting from the perspective of the Forgotten.

Betrayal, hatred, the present is not what it used to be, the beginning of chaos and the end of abandonment are all sharp knives that can kill people's hearts.

She will see how she has cut her lover's heart one by one.

If her lover, because of this, also holds grudges against her, turns against her, and walks away from her, this is the best result.

But if it was her lover, who was burdened with her betrayal, hatred, misunderstanding, and abandonment, with a heart that was cut and dripping with blood, but still held the heart to her with both hands.

For her, that was the real heartbreak.

At that time, the life of the forgotten person had come to an end.

She can't make up for anything, she can only die with endless guilt.

Therefore, all the people who have been hit by the heart will all give up walking the bridge of Naihe after death and reincarnate as human beings.

Instead, he would rather go down to the animal realm and live forever as a ghost to punish himself.

Yan'er, when she knew all this, it was impossible to forgive herself. "

The revolving lantern finally stopped, just like Wanyan's heart.

Wanyan slowly opened her eyes, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Jing Shijialan who was only a short distance away from her.

He was lying on the ground, with messy hair on both temples, a pair of narrow and long eyes, red from the top to the end of the eyes, and a white clothes covered with blood.

"Xuan... Wanyan..."

After uttering three short words, his lips were drained of blood.

His hands dug into the ground, still dragging his shattered body, approaching her inch by inch.

Behind him is the raging hellfire, which has spewed out from the gate of hell.

At this time, in Wanyan's mind, the last scene she saw in the revolving lantern overlapped with the picture in front of her.

In the dream, it was the Duanyang Festival, the nurse who was rocking the cradle dozed off, and the little boy, who was not as high as the bed, hugged the railing of the bed, shaking it clumsily.

The man in the cradle looked at him and laughed and laughed.

He called her very unskillfully:

"Xuan... Wanyan..."

That day was the day Wanyan was born.

It was the first time he called her name.

Why do you feel inexplicably kind when you see Heng Li for the first time and Jing Shijialan for the first time.

Little master, Heng Li, Jing Shijialan.

One is a mentor who educates her about good and evil and teaches her skills;

These are the three most important people throughout Wanyan's life.

And they were always alone.

who are you?
This was the first sentence Wanyan said to her little master in her dream when she was four years old.

Later, Wanyan asked this sentence too many times to Hengli and Jingshijialan in different places.

Now, at the end of her life, in Wanyan's heart, there is no time to say love and regret.

There were only three screams left in her heart.

It is you.

It is you.

Jing Shijialan.

It is you……

At the moment Wanyan's heart stopped beating, all the flowers in the world withered.

The withering of Shahua, the king of flowers, is worthy of the withering of thousands of flowers once, and the world is colorless.

"Xuan Wanyan!"

Jing Shijialan's sound was utterly tragic.

This sound exhausted Jing Shijialan's 20 years of hard work.

After shouting, Jing Shijialan fell to the ground with a bang.

That is, at the moment when Jing Shijialan was unconscious, red blood vessels suddenly spread uncontrollably under the wilderness.

On the wilderness in early winter, there was no light, no darkness, no clouds and no wind, only a chilling chill, sweeping from below the ground, from the sky, and from all directions.

This cold air is like corpse insects gnawing at corpses. What is cold is not human skin, but pervasively penetrating into human bones.

Not to mention the millions of people on the wasteland, at this moment, all the people on the entire continent feel the cold that seeps into their bones.

At that moment, Wanyan, who had no vital signs, was not blown away by the decisive force field, but hung intact in the decisive force field.

With her eyes closed, her body was hanging helplessly, like a beautiful corpse sealed in ice.

However, looking at Wanyan's beautiful body, everyone present changed their expressions at the same time, all of them feared that the sky would collapse.

All of them have the same bad guess in their hearts.

In the next second, their conjecture was confirmed.

I saw that Wanyan's fair skin seemed to be dripping with the juice of Pteris vulgaris, and the red was smudged little by little.

Until the red color overflowed Wanyan's body, spread into the air, and extended to the veins of the earth.

At that moment, the river stagnated, the wind disappeared, the birds stopped singing, and people held their breath.

In the silence of everything, just listen to the sound of the pacing of life, from scratch, from light to heavy, like heavy drums, and like a painful death knell.

Boom, boom, boom.

That was the sound of a heartbeat from stop to recovery.

In the next second, there was a "boom", a loud noise like the opening of the world, Wanyan closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly opened her eyes.

At the same time, a huge red flower burst out from Wanyan's body, and once it broke ground, it bloomed wantonly.

The flowers of hell bloom on the road of death.

There is death before there is blooming.

　! !poison! !Respect! !Come! !up! !

　　Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa cries of the mad primitive

　　
　
(End of this chapter)