Legend of Fu Yao

It's raining.

The rain in the middle of the night suddenly came violently, like pulling the sky down the sea, slamming down, and instantly gathering thousands of trickles.

From the main hall, I took a paper umbrella and drove back to my "Lanting House" under the wait of the hustle and bustle. Another 丫鬟 gave her a lantern to look at the road, the wind and rain were fierce, the paper lanterns were swaying, so 丫鬟With his own oil coat, he was carefully guarded all the way, and the light was still blown down in a sudden burst of rain and wind.

I haven't had time to plead guilty. The backhand is a slap. The sharp nails are marked with bright red marks on the face, and the blood is falling down. The child is crying and crying, holding the lights in the rain.

"Stupid! A lamp can not take care of it!" He looked up at the dark and heavy sky behind the storm, and there was no irritating attack. She frowned and covered her cloak and stepped into her secluded yard.

"You are not allowed to come to the gallery, don't dirty my land." I hate people who are bothered and clean, and even the most clean and elegant Lan Tingju in the residence. Everyone in these habits knows, we all know The whispered, and fell back to the gallery.

Outside the door is a storm like the whip of the gods, and the inside is a dark, silent, waveless darkness.

Go and push the door.

In the squeaking voice, the door slowly opened, and the eyes sagged inadvertently, and suddenly saw a faint trace of water on the wooden floor.

In the heart of the movement, the cockroach reacted very quickly and immediately flew back.

However, it is already late.

"Hey!"

In the darkness, the white light flashed, and a black shadow sneaked out and slashed the knife. The knife was silent, and the speed was as fast as flying light. Just in a flash, it was at the door!

"Hey."

The subtle sound of flesh-and-blood skin was screaming in the ears, she only felt a cold and pain in the left forehead, and then there was a blood red in front of the left eye.

The bright red shades the line of sight, and I can't see who is the one who murders himself in the dark. She only knows that only self-help can save her life at this moment, bite her teeth and scream, pull out the sword and shake the sword. The light of the sky is shining, and the light is fascinating. When this is an emergency, she even gives her the secret of the sword at the end of the box, the sword of the sky.

The other party seems to know that this sword is powerful, not hard to pick up, and the body has turned, and has slipped out of her body like a fish, and the one-handed backhand is smashed, and the right forehead is A pain, blood rushing down like a spring, a blood waterfall turned out, covering her last clear vision.

The knife of the slain, if it rushes to the thunder, it is attacked with anger, and if it is stunned.

In an instant, the other side quickly painted a fork on his face.

The eyes are soaked by the rushing blood, can not see things, so that the sword has no rules, the tearing pain on her face makes her anger and anger, I don’t know how much the face hurts, but from In terms of blood flow, this face must have been destroyed. The other party started to be sinister and sullen, and it seems to have a deep hatred with himself.

The stunning woman has always been more important than her life. She feels that she does not want to die at this moment. She only feels that she does not swear by this person, and she does not care about the two wounds. The cross-swords smash the blood of the palms to the sword. The red light is shining in the darkness, and it flows like a blood in a darkness. In the flowing red, the crab-like foam gradually rises, and a little bit of color, like countless poisonous spiders, crawling on the sword and looking up. It is sour and numb.

At this time, if there are children of the Taiyuan Emperor's royal family, I am afraid that I will be screaming and screaming. "The sacrifice of blood and the power of the gods," the secrets of the royal family, are now spurred out, and it is hard to break the net.

She wants to desperately, but the other party may not be willing. The man sees the strange red light, and immediately rushes out of the door, the boot is kicked on the door frame, a spine has been taken off the red envelope, the black in the rain The figure is like an eagle, and the swept room has already flown three feet and disappeared into the rain curtain that is like a wall.

The sword will be chased, and her magical powers have been completed. The lifted feet are as fast as lightning, and the long sword in the palm of the hand is two. As soon as I raise my hand, I can immediately reach the shadow of the shadow.

However, when the lift was not lifted, I suddenly felt something slippery from the side, and brought a small wind, and then the finger hurts, and the sword slammed.

Under the shackles, I thought that there were enemies in the room, and I tried to look at them with great eyes. In the **** field of vision, I only saw a group of shadows, and I suddenly saw them.

Then the foot was soft, as if something had been smashed and smashed.

Two scars on the face began to attack at this time, as if there were countless worms crawling in the wound, and they couldn’t go to work hard when they were shocked, and they quickly went to touch the scars, but the more they touched it, the more **** she was. I can't see anything, and I scream out in a hurry. "Come on! Come on! Give me water! Call Tai doctor, call Tai doctor!!!"

No movement.

Those who were afraid of smudging the ground and rushing to the rain, still holding the extinguished lights, looked at her in a cold and cold manner.

They stood in the rain, watching the noble woman in the weekdays, with long hair in the rain, full of blood, open arms in the Tongmu promenade, and two scars on her face. Draw into a shackle of fork, blood dripping from the stern strokes, dripping the corridor that she never allowed people to enter, dyed the bright and clean ground with a **** stain.

"Come on... come here..."

No one moved, no one spoke. These witnessed the infernal niece who had been killed, and stood in the rain near the cold.

The heavy rain was swept into a piece of crystal wall by the wind, and they were isolated from their hatred because they were devastated by the sun.

"Come on... people... ah..."

The scream of screaming was drowned by the rain, and gradually disappeared into silence. She ran wildly on the porch, but she added scars because she hit the pillar from time to time. The itch on her face became more and more intense, but her strength was gradually exhausted. .

The rain came in from the dark red curtain hanging from the gallery, pouring the color like blood, and the red blood of the rain after the rain curtain snarled, and gradually fell softly.

She fell on the steps, the black hair fell on the porch and rained, and she was like a snake in the water on the surface of the water. Her hand was trying to reach out, seemingly trying to reach a hope of getting out of the nightmare.

However, it has never been enough.

The night is still young, the wind is thunderous.

An incomprehensible and painful low-pitched voice rang in the thunder of thunder.

"You... why... don't save me..."