Rebirth: Vicious Abandoned Princess

Lou Zhiwei looked around the room and found that there was nothing unusual. There was no movement outside the house for a long time. She hid herself in the cat's body.

There is only one room in the courtyard, which looks like a very ordinary residence.

An old locust tree in the yard alone, looking particularly depressed.

Lou Zhiwei pondered for a moment, did not choose to wait for the seven kill to come back, but along the stone road to slip out.

Since it is a mansion, there must be other courtyards.

This is obviously one of the strongholds of crape myrtle palace. Since she can find clues in the stone chamber of Lagerstroemia palace, she must be able to find clues here.

"If you don't go into the tiger's den, you'll get the tiger. I have to take off your disguise today and see what kind of ghosts you are!" She spoke hard to herself.

Lou Zhiwei is very careful, afraid of the people in the crape myrtle palace.

Strangely enough, except for the slight chirp of insects, the whole house was simply frightfully quiet.

"Is this a deserted house?"

She had doubts in her heart, but she did not dare to neglect.

We've got to find a clue before seven kill finds out she's gone.

After walking, I suddenly saw a gate.

She didn't want to think about it, so the cat got in.

Only in the moment of stepping into the courtyard, she was stunned.

"This is Where? "

If she had to describe it, she thought the scene in front of her should be called the Shura hall.

The battlefield of training Shura.

Rows of plum blossom piles stand in the middle of the courtyard, and the place where each pile falls is almost as big as a woman's palm, while below is a sharp sword flashing cold light.

In this practice, we should not only have excellent skills, but also have a strong psychological quality. Otherwise, if we are a little careless, we will pierce the heart with a thousand arrows!

Lou Zhiwei felt a cold sweat on her back.

She was shocked just by looking at it, but was that person practicing martial arts in such a place all the time?

In addition to the plum blossom stake, there are more than a dozen kinds of props that can or cannot be named.

Every piece is scarred, and some of the wood is dark. No one knows what liquid it was contaminated with.

"This Is it where he practices Lou Zhiwei is shocked.

This is hell.

No wonder he has such a good skill. He was tempered by such an inhumane method.

She carefully bypassed the danger zone and entered the only room in the courtyard.

I thought it was full of weapons, or a martial arts center, but there were only books in it, full of books.

Here It's a study.

In addition to the bookshelves, the ground is full, not even a place to settle down.

"I can't use so many books in the imperial examination. What does he want to do? To be an emperor?"

Crape myrtle palace in the stone room are all about heart biting Gu medical books, and here is everything.

Astronomy, geography, four books and five classics, military strategy, everything.

Lou Zhiwei's surprised mouth can't be closed. She finds an open space to squeeze in and conveniently picks up a study.

"The geography of Xichang? What the hell

Opened to have a look, the comprehensive crisscross of the mountains and rivers to see her eyes are dazzled, directly to one side.

Pick up another one.

"The art of war? The goods still have the heart of protecting the country? It's funny

I don't even read this book. I just throw it away.

"I'll go. This is Scripture? "

When she saw this book, Lou Zhiwei felt that her whole world outlook had collapsed.

How could this murderous devil Read, read?!

"This is for him to tear toilet paper?" Someone spare no effort to make complaints about buildings.

It's not that I don't believe that he is devoted to good, but that the painting style is too inconsistent with him.

As soon as she thought of reading the Sutra, she felt that her three views had been washed away.

The taste is almost speechless.

If the goods really have a heart for good, why should they be a big killer at the beginning.

She put down the Sutra and picked up a book to read.

At this point, I was stunned.

The book is full of annotations.

It seems that the painting in scarlet script is very serious.

The handwriting was heavy and slow. It didn't seem to be written by that cold and domineering man at all.

There is silence and wisdom in every stroke. The words of annotation are refined but indifferent, and there is no more nonsense.

The owner of this handwriting must have a cool and indifferent disposition.

Thinking of this, she seemed to see the master of the handwriting sitting on the desk, marking each stroke.But what appeared in her mind at this time was not the seven kill face, but A pale sick face.

"No, no way."

The more you look down, the more chilly you feel on your back. The more difficult it is to shake the assumption in your heart.

They all say words like people. Looking at these words, all she can think of is that person.

When he first met, he was leaning under the peach blossom tree. He was cold and indifferent. No one was allowed to enter.

But is it possible?

Two people with different personalities actually It's the same person!

"However, they have different voices and looks, and one of them is so bad, and the other is good at martial arts It's impossible, it can't be! "

Lou Zhiwei shakes off the book in her hand and feels upset.

It's ridiculous to judge a person's identity only by handwriting, but why is Zhuo Jun's shadow in her mind now!

He is gentle and dark, and he is cold.

He Is it really seven kills?

"Why are you here? It doesn't hurt?" The sound of seven killing came from behind, so calm that he could not hear any emotion.

Lou Zhiwei turns her neck rigidly.

He was standing at the door of his study, his back to the moon, and his face could not be seen clearly in the cold night.

"Does it still hurt?" He did not seem to notice that she was different, but asked her about it.

Floor of Wei Mou color suddenly cold, way: "you, who on earth is?"

He seemed to feel that the question was a little puzzling. After a while, he said, "did you know me the first day?"

"I'm asking about your other identity. Who can let you walk in and out of the Changle palace in the sun and walk in and out of the palace without fear. Who are you

At the end of the day, those words almost spewed out of her mouth.

But answer her is endless silence.

She could hardly see the expression on each other's face in the deep night.

But Lou Zhiwei thinks that he should have no expression at the moment.

"Then I'll ask more clearly," she turned to face him, "you Is it Zhuo Jun Li? "

He still did not speak, but she clearly saw that he moved, as if in shock.

At that moment, she was like falling into an ice cellar, surrounded by bone chilling cold.

The next second, she flashed over.

Short knife out of the body, straight throat!

“…… I'm not. "

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