Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Zhao Fushuang was extremely decadent, assuming that whoever gets close will die, everyone is busy with Princess Yuelai, but they can only whisper and dare not approach her.

Zheng Jianing approached him a few times, but Zhao Fushuang didn't respond.

In the end, Sui Mi sealed all the windows and everyone allowed her to drink by herself, but she couldn't get out anyway.

After three pots of wine, Zhao Fushuang felt that she was a little dizzy. Looking out the window, her eyes were full of wind and snow.

In a trance, she seemed to have entered a blood-red world, where blood was everywhere.

There was a dripping of liquid falling into some kind of container near my ear, and the ticking sound was like piercing my heart, causing heart-piercing pain to every inch of my body, especially my neck.

Countless devil-like distorted faces flashed through her mind again and again at the speed of light.

She hated it to the core, desperately trying to remember every face, but in vain.

"Miss Zhao."

"Miss Zhao, wake up."

In the sound of calling, Zhao Fushuang opened her eyes suddenly.

The dark eyes are endless fear.

When the blood red in her eyes turned into the vast snowy sky outside the window, the fear gradually receded, and she looked around blankly.

Outside the cold bamboo house, the wind is raging, and the snow is flying in the wind.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, and how she fell asleep.

In a word, in the dream, there was chaos, bloody slaughter, countless unknown faces came through the ages, and there was unforgettable grief passing through the heart.

After waking up, it seemed as if he had fallen into a chaos. Nothing in the dream was remembered, only the endless sadness lingered.

I don't know when, the wind is howling outside the window, the snow is raging, there are many stone mounds, guarded by lone bamboos, and the red lanterns are swaying alone in the wind. The coldness seems to be immersed in the bones of people.

Zhao Fushuang was cold from body to heart, no matter how tightly she curled up, she couldn't get rid of the loneliness and coldness from the depths of her soul.

Ningshuang hesitated, took out a cloak from the space container and put it on Zhao Fushuang.

Feeling the warmth, Zhao Fu raised her eyes in a daze, only to see Ningshuang called herself.

Seeing Ningshuang, Zhao Fu grabbed Ningshuang's hand subconsciously, and said with a tear in her throat, "Can you?"

Can you come to him!
She is so uncomfortable that she wants to die now!

She misses the bamboo breath on his body!

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Fushuang suddenly woke up.

She has always thought that she is capable of doing things with ease. She has endured cold and heat for 300 years, knows how to protect herself, and is ready to retreat at any time, but since when has she treated him to such an extent!

It shouldn't be her!
When she saw Zhao Fu's pale and colorless cheeks and red eyes, Ningshuang was startled, and took half a step back before she stabilized.

It's just a nap, why does she have the illusion of being drained?
Ningshuang: "You, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Fu couldn't suppress the sadness in her heart, and it took a long time before she said hoarsely: "It's nothing."

Ningshuang glanced at the people on the first floor, hesitated and chose to transmit voice: "Some things are not convenient for me to say, but many things have happened outside these days."

"The master was attacked by the tear realm when he entered and exited the tear realm, and then he fought with Tu Ji's ancestor, beheading Tu Ji's ancestor and Hongying's ancestor, and in the end he himself was seriously injured."

"The last four patriarchs were afraid and joined forces to blame. It was the grand master who was far away in the upper realm who came forward to quell the chaos."

"In the end, my master's position as the law enforcement elder was emptied, and the master was punished to face the inner wall of the cave for a hundred years. A hundred years is equivalent to his foundation on this mountain being completely wiped out."

"The master has always avoided the world, do you know why he would rather die this time than back down?"

"He was just trying to kill Master Hong. Although I don't know what happened between you, I know that it is about your safety. Master never backed down."

She watched Zhao Fushuang come back in a daze from upstairs.

She has some guesses about some things, but because of her identity, she dare not speak out.

But she also doesn't want to stand by.

Zhao Fu looked out the window and closed her eyes!

He didn't even want her to deliver it to his door.

No matter how much he does, who is he showing it to?
It's just to comfort him!

Ningshuang said again: "Master Zu."

"No need to say any more, thank you for your kindness, but he probably doesn't need you to say so much for him."

Ning Shuang pursed her lips, and it took a long time before she spoke again: "I have lived in this tearful environment all year round, and I have a guess, do you want to hear it?"

Zhao Fushuang wasn't in the mood to listen to guesswork, so she responded indifferently, "I don't want to hear about his business."

Ning Shuang pursed her lips: "If I say that my master is very likely to like you, would you believe me?"

Zhao Fushuang was stunned, and looked at Ningshuang absurdly.

He himself said that he didn't like her, and she didn't think it was necessary for him to lie.

However, she didn't think that Ningshuang, who had always been cautious in her words and deeds, would open her mouth.

Ningshuang looked at the raging wind and snow outside the window, and added in a daze: "I should like it very much, I like it very much!"

Zhao Fushuang: "..."

"You come with me."

After Ningshuang finished speaking, she turned and went upstairs.

Zhao Fu was stunned for a moment and followed.

On the second floor, Ningshuang turned around and looked at Zhao Fushuang, "I want to use you as an experiment, can you allow me?"

Zhao Fushuang was at a loss: "What experiment?"

"Just now when you woke up after drinking, I recorded it with a photo bead. I want to send someone to give it to Shizu."

Zhao Fushuang thought it was an experiment, and laughed at himself, "Don't worry, as long as he doesn't send my head there, he probably won't care."

Ningshuang shook her head: "No, there will be a reaction, the master will feel distressed, very distressed, very distressed."

Zhao Fushuang: "..."

He loves her?

Except for the obvious emotion when she wants to sleep, she can't feel his so-called distress at other times.

Zhao Fushuang responded indifferently: "Send it."

She was also curious why Ningshuang was so determined.

After Ningshuang sent a green-clothed person with a picture bead to leave, he stood at the window and did not move, as if waiting for something.

Zhao Fushuang randomly found a corner and sat down.

He stared out of the window with blank eyes and didn't speak anymore.

Just an hour later, Ningshuang suddenly pointed out the window and said excitedly, "Look."

Zhao Fushuang regained consciousness upon hearing the sound.

But seeing the sky outside suddenly covered with black clouds, the endless black clouds rolled and roared in the sky, and the shrill wind was blowing from all directions.

In a blink of an eye, a violent snowstorm broke out in the already gloomy world, and gusts of wind and snow completely buried the world outside the bamboo house.

No bamboo forest, no stone monument.

She believed that anyone with a low level of cultivation dared to enter, they would lose their bones in an instant.

Zhao Fushuang got up in a daze and came to Ningshuang's side: "What's the matter with the weather here?"

She also discovered earlier that although it has been snowing outside the bamboo house, it can be divided into many situations.

Sometimes the snow is gentle and gentle, sometimes it is cold and violent, and sometimes it is accompanied by a raging wind, and it is even rarer when it wants to swallow everything.

Such a strange weather seemed to make people fall into despair, and Zhao Fushuang especially found it difficult to breathe.

She was very depressed, but looking back, Ningshuang seemed very calm.

Ningshuang turned her head to look at Zhao Fushuang, her voice was gentle, her eyes sparkling, "For an hour, the master should take a look at the photo beads."

"Master Zu rarely has such a big emotional fluctuation, but every fluctuation is related to you, how can he not care about you."

The more Zhao Fushuang listened, the more confused she became: "What do you mean?"