Her Heartless Evil Man

"I really didn't hurt her." many things seem that the more I want to make it clear, the more I can't make it clear. If the eight claw star is poisonous, it's not me. It's definitely a white haired man.

"If there's something really wrong with her, I'll trade your life for her life." turdan looked at me firmly, and I could see the impulse in his eyes to kill me.

I looked at him speechless, but my mind was thinking about every word he said.

The snow mountain fox king, that is, the white haired childe, is he determined to let me come to the ice palace and indirectly kill him with the help of me?

But the eight claw star is clearly given to me by him. He comes here whenever he wants. His martial arts are so good. It's easy to kill him. Why use my hand. And since the poison can hurt his case, it may also hurt me and turdan, but no, turdan and I are still good, without any sign of poisoning. Only the ice case is getting whiter and whiter.

At a loss, I really don't understand, let alone the relationship between them.

All I know is that turdan wants to kill me now.

He is looking at his style. Without blinking, he has ignored me. His eyes are full of affection and even tears. Is he afraid that she will really die? I've never seen turdan cry. His tears shocked me and made me incredible.

This woman, I'm afraid he loves her badly.

Yes, it must be. I looked at him and her as if they were a distant dream. At this moment, it's time for me to leave. It was I who disturbed his and her dreams. I was the executioner. I was a damn man.

I want to escape here. It's best to escape far away.

However, I haven't walked out of the turning place yet. A sharp wind behind me has come, accompanied by the familiar smell of him and the thick smell of grass.

He caught me like an eagle catching a rabbit. I was carried in mid air by him. I went to the lotus ice table with him again.

With a "plop", I was slammed to the ground by turdan.

There was a red pain in my leg. I was silent and endured tears. My heart was broken into pieces.

"She's dying, so I want you to be buried with her." turdan said to me word by word.

"She's dying." I don't believe it. I stroked the ice wall and struggled to stand up to see what happened.

Indeed, in front of her, her face has changed from pale to blue, and her hair is dazzling white. Is she really going to die?

I suddenly envy her. Even if I am unconscious, I can still make a man crazy and desperate for her. What about me? I'm just her substitute.

In my mind is turdan's words. I want you to be buried with me. These words fly past again and again and keep roaring my head.

Burial.

What about being buried.

Smiling with tears, I whispered, "my mother, you will take care of her, won't you?"

He looked at me for a long time before he understood. He nodded slowly to me.

I was worried and asked softly again, "my mother, you will take care of her, won't you?"

I looked at him and nodded with mixed feelings. If Niang really gets to Balu and is really out of the control of the ninth lady, then as long as turdan can protect her, Niang will be safe.

He stopped paying attention to me and fell down on the table. He looked at his style, and I would be her funeral object.

A living cloud Qi'er, I want to accompany her to die and accompany her to another country I don't know.

ok As long as my mother can live well, I will have no regrets. I don't want my mother's devout Buddhist people to be stained by the filth of the world because of me.

I looked at turdan, looked at his lattice, turned around and suddenly hit the pure and transparent ice world

With a loud noise, I have a headache like crack. I really want to be separated from the world and have no trouble from now on.

But no, I'm still a little awake. I can feel a damp cold on my forehead and blood flowing slowly. At this moment, I hate myself. I hate that I didn't hit hard enough and heavy enough. I'm worse than dead.

Trembling, I tried to put my hand into my arms. I still have a knife. I'll end my life with this knife. This time I won't let myself have the possibility of life.

As long as my mother is still alive in this world, I will have no nostalgia.

The moment the cold tip of the knife touched my finger, I didn't hesitate. I held it in my hand and let the blade across the skin, but I didn't feel pain. It was so cold and cold. It was so cold in the ice palace that I trembled. The knife slowly moved to my chest. I closed my eyes and stabbed my heart, so that I could return your heart. I don't love you anymore.

But at this moment, a piece of thin ice suddenly broke into the air and knocked down the knife in my hand. I was annoyed and wanted to pick up the knife again. A cold voice rang behind me, "you... You don't deserve to die with her. You roll, roll."

I laugh. Why, I don't even have the freedom to die? Even God is laughing at me, laughing at my cowardice, but I really don't want to live in this world anymore.

"My death has nothing to do with you. From now on, you are no longer my husband." looking at the knife, I hate it. Even the God of death is against me. I dragged my frozen body against the ice wall and stood up. I suddenly wanted to see turdan's eyes that hated me. I didn't want to forget the harm he brought to me at this moment.

So, I saw him, saw him holding his Qige, and the two people's hair was scattered together, one white and one black, which was such a sharp contrast. His face was expressionless, empty, and his short beard was getting darker and brighter. He slowly held his Qige and walked to the hole.

The beauty in his arms, the red lips and rouge are still the same, but it can no longer hide the pale without blood color, but the plum blossom between the eyebrows is more and more bright. Looking at it as if it was another me, my heart is sad. Why should I look so similar to her? This is doomed to the tragedy of my life.

Step by step, they went to the cave, and the knife in my hand pounded and fell on the ground. The sound was harsh. In my eyes, it seemed as if there were two flying butterflies chasing on the grassland. The beautiful colors showed the picturesque beauty of the world. One of the butterflies was turdan and the other was Qige, and I was the most redundant and the seventeen young lady who should stay in the prime minister's residence on the grassland.

I stood there blankly, watching him and her disappear slowly in front of me. I sat down on the cold ground and didn't remember anymore

It's so cold, but I just want to sleep.

Sleep, there is no pain, no calculation in the sleeping world, and there is no dirt in this world. Closing my eyes, I dreamed that I had become a little rabbit running in the grass chasing the wind and the sun. In front of me, a pair of butterflies were playing with each other, laughing at me. I chewed the green grass alone and watched them gradually fly away from my sight.

I'm free, but I'm lonely.

Cold, boundless cold intention hit me, freezing my senses and my heart

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In a trance, I was wrapped in a warm embrace. In such a strange embrace, he could not be turdan or Lian.

Who is he and why did he save me? I don't want to live, and I don't want to go out of the ice palace again. This is my graveyard and seal me up from now on.

The consciousness is more and more hazy. I think of hadaqin and bambusan who fed me and drank the medicine one by one. At that time, I only had the desire to live without the determination to die.

But now I don't want to be reborn. Who are you? Please don't save me again. Your warmth makes me helpless and overwhelmed. Please leave. I shouted, but the warm current stubbornly refused to leave.

I seem to see the shadow of the trees, the flowers bloom, and the picturesque grassland, which is so beautiful and affectionate calling to me.

The hot milk tea is fragrant on my nose. I think of my mother again. If you come, yunqi'er will bring you the milk tea. My mother, in fact, no matter how strong the Buddha heart in the world is, my mother's Buddha heart can't melt the hearts of those cruel people.

The desire to love is deep, but the desire to hurt is heavy.

Mother, I don't drink those medicine and milk tea. I just want to fly to the blissful world in the west to see how the real Buddha heart is and why the Buddha wants to bring me so much suffering. Mom, I hate it.

Quietly, it seems that in the sky, a piece of piano sound, the song I am familiar with the plum blossom three lane burst into my mind like a cry, a ray of quiet, the chaos in my heart faded quietly, only the quiet and boundless grassland, the sunset is like an orange, a quiet.

Small bridge and flowing water, is this the Naihe bridge I want to pass? The kind old lady in front of the bridge, she is Meng Po. She really wants to ask her for the Meng Po soup and drink it up. But she ignored me. She stepped back and slowly disappeared in my vision

There was a soft touch on my lips, and a touch of bitterness penetrated into my mouth. The more I wanted to stop the strong entry of bitterness, the more it flowed gently and slid all the way from my throat, so that I could only accept it helplessly.

There is some noise around me, and the strong sun shines directly on me. It's so stinging.

It's the soft lips again. This time it's sweet preserves. I swallow it and let the sweetness fade away. Where is this? Is it the west?

If I really came to the Buddha, it was the Buddha who heard my heart. Did the Buddha come to rescue me?

But quietly, the lip flap slowly pulled away from me. I drank a lot of candied water. It was very quiet around. I could even hear my breathing. Where am I? I want to know.

For a long time, the sound of footsteps came gently, and a thin voice sounded in my ear, "Yun Qi'er, wake up."

No, it's not the voice of Buddha. It's Timur. I remember his voice. How could he be with me? I don't want it.