The improved female villains regained their memories

"It's nothing, I..."

He looked at the city illuminated by the flames, speechless for a long time.

When I looked up, the illusory sky was hidden in the dark smoke, without saying a word, neither happy nor sad.

Chapter 150: Dead City

Outside the city, inside the cave.

Su Murong woke up from the cold.

The stomach is empty, and the familiar feeling of hunger spreads throughout the body, as if the entire internal organs have disappeared, it is empty, and even the heart has disappeared.

Her body was intact, and she touched her face in shock, but there was no wound.

No pain, even a little itchy.

Moonlight shone in from outside the cave, and water dripped from the stone wall, hitting her face.

Covered with a thick coat, Su Murong got up and smelled a familiar smell from the coat.

Old man Qian...

She was in a daze, and her memory still remained at the moment when she was beaten by Balhu. She seemed to hear a lot of voices, such as shouts of killing, shouts of anger, and the sound of weapons colliding.

When she got up, she realized that her leg hurt a little. She supported the stone wall and walked carefully towards the entrance of the cave.

There was a figure at the entrance of the cave, and the moonlight stretched his figure very long, covering the entire entrance of the cave.

Su Murong rubbed her eyes, only to realize that it was old man Qian. The familiar person made her feel at ease, and she couldn't help shouting loudly: "Old..."

She was stunned.

The old man was leaning against the wall, the dried blood was condensed on the stone and the floor, and the scattered bows and arrows were scattered, all soaked in blood.

"old……"

She was talking, but before she finished speaking, tears welled up in her eyes.

The old money man is dead.

After the stepmother, the ghost old man, the old money man also died.

The old man who taught him alchemy, the man who tried to save his mother, the man who didn't say anything but actually cared about him, left.

They all left, Su Murong was the only one left in the lonely cave.

No, not alone, she has, and...

Su Murong gritted his teeth, his pale face turned cold, wrapped his clothes tightly, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Suddenly, she felt something, touched the pocket of her coat, and took out a kit from it.

Inside the kit, there is a green elixir.

When it was taken out from inside, a fresh scent of medicine swept across the entire cave, and along with it, Su Murong's chaotic mind was cleared up a lot.

Rank five elixir - rejuvenation pill.

Su Murong memorized a lot of medicine names and effects from Mr. Qian, so he naturally recognized the pill in front of him.

Trembling, he put the pill back, and then, Su Murong slowly approached Mr. Qian, talked about his breath, and pushed his body hard, but there was no response other than stiffness.

really dead...

Another person died, silently, peacefully and suddenly, also without Su Murong's knowledge.

Looking at the calm and old face, Su Murong was speechless. She noticed that the old man's right hand was tightly holding a Guan knife, with blood sticking to it, as if it had fused into one body.

I want to cry.

She wiped the tears from her face vigorously, took a deep breath, and held back.

She thought of many things, remembering her own birth, childhood, until now, at the age of ten, she seemed to have experienced a lot.

But it seemed like nothing happened.

She walked out of the cave, and in the distance, the sky seemed to be bright.

Yes, it's bright, in the direction of Liuyun City, the sky is full of fiery red, making the dark sky red, like the morning, and like the setting sun.

She put the kit bag containing the Rejuvenation Pill next to her body, limped and walked towards Floating Cloud City.

The heat wave and bloody smell rolled in, she stood at the gate of Floating Cloud City and witnessed all the tragic scenes.

One by one, the fresh lives were turned into nothing, they seemed to be stirred into a pulp, their limbs collapsed, and in the end, even their bodies were shattered and turned into the nutrients of this land.

"quack--"

The pecking crow, the blood that stained the road red, the broken swallow flag, and the torn armor.

Heads hung on city gates and streets, stacked corpses, unextinguished flames, undissipated gunpowder smoke.

Su Murong watched, walked, and when he walked at the gate of the city, his feet were limp, and he didn't know whose corpse he stepped on.

She entered the city like this and watched the tragic situation in the city.

It has been several hours since the barbarians massacred the city, and there is no one barbarian in the city, so I don't know where they all went.

The burnt residue fell on the ground, and the smell of blood and burnt mixed together, making people want to spit out their intestines.

However, Su Murong didn't vomit, she just watched and walked steadily.

Familiar streets, mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Familiar thatched cottages, ruined walls.

In those familiar scenes, the corpses were pushed like a mountain.

There are wooden poles standing on the square not far away, with people's heads stuck on them, some old people, some children, Su Murong recognized a few, they are children of the beggar group, their eye sockets are empty, the inside is pitch black, what? Can't see it either.

A ray of morning sun pierces the night.

Now, the naivety is almost dawning.

"My whole life..."

Su Murong shouted, hoarse, drowned in the wind.

When the barbarians invaded, Yang Pingsheng said he had to prepare dinner first, so he went back first. Old Qian Qian said he was going to worship the ancestral hall, so he left too, leaving her alone in the pharmacy, refining her elixir.

The barbarians rushed in like robbers, and she was caught on the square before she could react.

"My whole life..."

The tragic situation in front of her told everything that happened to Su Murong, but she still didn't give up and looked for the person she was looking for.

The home was gone, the pharmacy was gone, the flames engulfed everything and took everything away.

Su Murong finally stood on the square, staring blankly.

Nothing... nothing.

She used to hate this city so much, because this city made her freeze and starve her. She grew up here and never got a little warmth here.

She is so eager for money and profit, she can't wait to get out of here, even if it is to make a deal with the devil.

But now...

She thought of her mother, that day, her mother took her hand, walked around every corner of Floating Cloud City, and told her: "Little Rong, remember, your body is the glory of glory."

She remembered Gui Lao, who stood behind the counter that day, looked at his young self, shook the chicken leg in his hand, and said with a smile: "Little guy, do you want to eat?"

She thought of Mr. Qian. That day, Mr. Qian smiled to himself for the first time while smoking a pipe: "Little guy, you really dare to speak out."

she remembered...

"Give."

Yang Ping stood in front of him panting angrily, and stretched out his hand.

In the palm are two pieces of candy.

In the distance, the sky is bright.

The sun finally dispelled the night, and it descended on the city. Looking over, it was hard to tell whether it was the sun or the blood that stained the ground red.

Su Murong saw the city clearly, and saw the whole picture of the dead city.

It was deserted, and she was the only one left.

"what!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She slumped on the ground, scratching her hair, screaming desperately, screaming desperately.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The cry of the ten-year-old girl's collapse resounded through the sky.

In the empty dead city, no one responded to her voice.

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Su Murong woke up from the dream.

Outside the camp, the noise of soldiers came one after another. She covered her head and sat on the bed with her right leg arched.

The bloody smell in his mind has not dissipated, and in his memory, the tragedy of Floating Cloud City ten years ago is still in front of his eyes.

stump.

blood.

The burning sun.

The 20-year-old Su Murong exhaled lightly, looking at a certain place with gloomy eyes.

She fumbled for her pocket, took out two pieces of candy from it, and threw it into her mouth, then got out of bed and walked out of the tent.

The moment she stepped into the outside world, a smile bloomed on her face, with bright sunshine, making it easy for people to get close.

"Hello, Mr. Su."

"Hello."