first concubine

Chapter 663 How to Break the Word of Love? 1
The woman lying on the warm couch was peaceful, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep. She was covered with a brocade quilt, and the charcoal fire in the room occasionally crackled once or twice. calm.

She approached the warm couch step by step, looking at her autumn-like face.

The light outside the window just fell on her face, and the girl had a face like the bright moon. When she fell asleep like this, she was peaceful and serene, and her straight eyebrows almost fell into the temples. The charming and delicate face in the past The long fox eyes, when they are closed like this, can vaguely see the elegant demeanor.

The woman standing by the bed became colder the more she looked at her eyes.

Sensen's words whispered softly: "If you are just an ordinary woman and have nothing to do with me, but you can save your life, it is only your fault that your fate is too similar to that of Zhao Zishi's and let her occupy your body."

The woman curled her black lips and sneered coldly: "She took your body and became you, so you must die."

As she said that, the woman stretched out her hand, her fingers slid across her autumn-like face, and she slid over gently. The long sleeves brushed against her skin, creating a beautiful arc.

The person who fell asleep didn't respond to her words, but the woman said with great interest: "But you have done a thing of great merit. When I dig out your heart and let Zhao Zishi live, I will I will recite a mantra for you, so that you can go on your way."

She said darkly, and slowly moved her fingers from Qiu Yi's face to the position of her heart.

Through a thin layer of clothes, her fingers were floating on her collarbone, and suddenly a dagger appeared from under the sleeve. The sharp edge of the dagger flashed a cold light in the night, and the tip of the dagger touched the on her collarbone.

Freely, she gently lifted her clothes with a dagger, revealing half of her white chest.

She put the dagger there, and whispered enchantingly: "I'm going to cut your heart open, it may hurt a little, you need to bear it."

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and smiled, which was very weird.

After all, that look in his eyes had become very cold, and he suddenly raised the dagger in his hand, and slashed towards the edge of her heart, intending to carve out a piece of flesh and blood along the side of her heart.

In this way, the heart can be completely drawn out.

Really bloody and powerless.

The dagger was already approaching the autumnal skin, but the woman suddenly saw a candlelight reflected from the dagger, her heart sank, and before she turned her head to look behind her, the dagger in her hand was concentrated by something, biting With a bang, it was ejected.

Her hands felt numb, and the dagger was thrown out, and it was nailed straight into the wall.

There was a horrified look on the woman's face. To have such profound internal strength, it meant that the person who flicked her dagger was unfathomable.

She turned around abruptly.

I could only see a white figure reflected in the layered gauze curtains fluttering and dancing in the wind. The figure was standing sideways in front of the branch-shaped candlestick, holding a torch in his hand and gently polishing it. , lit a candle.

He turned his body sideways again, and lit a lotus lantern hanging on the lamp stand with a torch.

The clear light illuminated the man's appearance. The white clothes poured out like moonlight, and the skirt was made of fine embroidered silk. The complicated and old patterns on it were really beautiful, but they were very mysterious and strange, hard to fathom.

(End of this chapter)