Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

The corner of Leng Lintian's mouth curled into a cruel smile, he knew a secret that no one else knew.

This time he went to the tomb, he also wanted to verify his secret, whether it was true or not!

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The orange beach is connected with the sea blue, and the arched villas stand between the islands.

The sun is falling, there is a very wide terrace, wooden vertical grain floor...

Roses with tall branches, layer upon layer, blood-red in color, petal by petal in the sea breeze.

On the beach, the feet of the black grand piano sank into the sand, and on the dark red sofa stool, a woman sat on the piano stool and played the piano.

Whoa, whoa.

The sea blue tide was rising and falling, and the woman was sitting on the piano bench, playing beautifully.

The white side face is gentle, as if otherworldly.

Ximen Longting stood on the floor of the terrace, frowning.

pain……

He was screaming in pain all over his body, and his feet were on the wooden floor, as if there were thorns under his feet.

【Jing Jiaren...】

This island was the place where he and Jing Jiaren met for the first time.

That black piano was the place where Jing Jiaren spent her first night.

The chain clasped her neck and wrists, and the diamond-studded body fell to the ground, shining with the shells.

Ximen Longting walked down the stairs stepping on thorns: 【Jing Jiaren! 】

Jing Jiaren played vividly, as if she couldn't hear anything, the tide suddenly turned into a big wave, raised a high wall and came towards her~ Jing Jiaren finally played with a noble back, earnestly.

Until the tide swept over and nearly drowned her.

【daddy...】

The little girl was wearing a blood-red pettiskirt, white socks with lace trim, and small black leather shoes.

A doll-like face, with Jing Jiaren's seven or eight resemblance.

The little girl sits on the piano, dangling her legs, holding a doll in one hand.

Ximen Longting's heart ached violently.

The tide rolled down, and Jing Jiaren was wrapped in chains, holding the little girl and standing on top of the tide: 【Ximen Longting, my daughter and I are waiting for you to go home. 】

【…】

【Ximen Longting, please come back.Please. 】

[Jing Jiaren, don't go. 】

The tide formed a vortex, and Jing Jiaren sat on the black piano with Ximen in her arms, slowly sinking in the vortex.

Ximen Longting's feet stepped on more thorns, and his whole body seemed to be covered with thorns...

pain.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't stand up straight, let alone rush in front of them, and could only watch them leave.

"what……"

"what----------"

Ximen Longting growled in pain, his whole body was pierced by thousands of arrows, and he made up with cold sweat.

When he opened his eyes, his face was extremely pale, and his tall body was curled up in a cold and dark place, full of pain.

A windproof kerosene lamp sat on the ground, its small light dimmed.

Ximen Longting was trembling in pain, in the dark, he saw Leng Lintian sitting beside him through the kerosene lamp.

This awakening was just a dream.

Leng Lintian held a tube of injection in his hand and was injecting the medicine into the syringe.

Ximen Longting restrained the severe pain surging all over his body: "What are you doing!?"

"You are poisoned in many places, I will give you an injection."

"What injection?" Ximen Longting said hoarsely, "I asked you what injection!?"

He can't die, Jing Jiaren and Xiao Jiaren are waiting for her.

He absolutely cannot leave them to die inside!