Young Master Zhan's Xueba Little Crazy Wife

Su Qiao followed behind him and walked towards the villa.

That is the entire villa building, which is full of rooms, what surprises can there be?
She didn't have any expectations, as long as she wasn't frightened.

The Zhanjue took her to the back garden of the villa.

In the garden, there are large tracts of black roses, matte black like spray paint, high-end and unique.

The sun shines on it, and there is a faint flame-like light in the middle of the flowers, just like a flower burning Nirvana.

Su Qiao frowned, it was the first time she saw this rose variety, even if she lived ten years longer in her previous life, she had never seen it before.

And this is the only place in the whole villa that is different from the Zhanjia Manor.

Seeing her looking at the flowers, Zhan Jue explained to her:

"This is a variety developed by my people. It has a flowering period of up to 30 days, but it dies after flowering and has no life.

A bloom ends, I named it 'Gorgeous Death'. "

Su Qiao frowned, the name is very appropriate, but...

"What do you study this breed for?"

Even if ordinary roses wither after blooming, they will bloom again the next year.

It is the natural law of nature that life comes back to death, death comes back to life, and the cycle goes on and on.

Zhan Jue snorted, "What's the point of mediocre blooming and infinite loops?
Look at how unique these flowers are, even if they are short-lived, they are at least unique and unique in the world. "

Just like him in the past, even if he could spend his whole life peacefully under the favor of the Zhan family, what's the point of that.

It's better to fight for the world with your own means, even if you cooperate with the Mu country, even if you do things that the world despises.

But he and the third master are no longer the warlord that everyone can bully!
Su Qiao saw his paranoia and was noncommittal.

Everyone has their own ideas and their own way of living.

Zhan Jue has been deeply involved in it, and the paranoia he has created over the years cannot be changed overnight.

She asked, "Is this the surprise you were talking about?"

The Zhanjue shook his head, and continued to walk forward.

There is a large sea of ​​black roses, and the bluestone road is paved in it.

Walking along the flower garden for a long time, I finally saw a tall small attic at the end of the road.

The attic is all made of wood, which is already a bit old.

With its back against the big mountain wall, there is still a sense of quaint desolation.

A large sycamore tree at the door is more than ten meters high, and the leaves are withered and yellow, falling withered.

When Zhan Jue saw the attic, his eyes were extremely dark, as if he was thinking about something in the past that he shouldn't be thinking about.

He pulled back some thoughts, thinking about his purpose for today, and his expression suddenly became much more serious.

Su Qiao followed behind him and reached the attic together.

Zhan Jue looked back at Su Qiao and reminded: "Maybe you can close your eyes."

Su Qiao's clear eyes stared straight at him without any reaction.

Those eyes seem to be asking back: Do you think I look like someone who can close their eyes?
With Zhanjue, she never let go of any guard and vigilance.

Seeing her cold face, Zhan Jue had already expected such an answer, and he didn't mind. He walked to the door, raised his big hand with well-knit bones, and slowly pushed the heavy wooden door open.

All of a sudden, the house was pitch black.

Even though the sun is bright outside, the inside is extremely dark, and you can't see your fingers, just like a black abyss without end.

"Follow."

After Zhanjue said two words to her, he raised his feet and walked inside.

Su Qiao hesitated for a moment, but still took steps to keep up.

After entering the door, the temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, and there was a very cool wind blowing, just like the evening wind in midsummer.

Going further in, it gets darker and darker, but there are sparse cicadas, frogs, and crickets in my ears.

There is a light sheen sprinkled on the top of the head.

Su Qiao raised her head in doubt, and was suddenly startled.

It turned out to be a dark night sky overhead, full of stars, some of which were still twinkling, extremely beautiful.

When she was surprised, suddenly a little fluorescent light flew over not far away, getting closer and closer.

It's fireflies.

Fireflies danced in the dark space, flying around her somewhat boldly.

With the sound of frogs and crickets in my ears, and the gentle evening breeze, it makes people feel like returning to the midsummer night in an instant, quiet and peaceful.

"Su Qiao, look back."

The warlord's deep voice suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Su Qiao looked back subconsciously, and saw that the door was not closed, and the leaves of the sycamore tree outside the door were falling, and the bright sunlight passed through the leaves, making the light and shadow mottled.

The large sea of ​​black roses in the distance is also clearly visible under the sunlight, and even the flames in the middle of the flowers can be seen.

Outside the door is a vast light, but inside the door is the ultimate darkness.

Black is deep, black is quiet.

Even Su Qiao was shocked.

Obviously, the sun is shining outside, so there should be light that can shine in.

But that door is like a dividing line between hell and the world, completely separating the two worlds.

One light and one dark coexist harmoniously.

This scene is as fantastic as a dream.

There were bursts of severe pain in Zhanjue's leg again, and even the powerful painkillers he had taken before didn't work.

But he endured the pain, walked to Su Qiao's side, and opened his thin lips lightly:

"Su Qiao, you said that night and day cannot coexist, and you will never see stars and fireflies during the day.

But as you see now, there is nothing absolute in this world, and there is nothing unchangeable. "

The deep voice swayed in the darkness, with a kind of affection and determination that was not there in the past.

Su Qiao's eyes darkened.

It turned out that this was the surprise Zhanjue said.

He actually asked someone to create such a scene, just because of a sentence she said?

Su Qiao was thinking of words to answer when a muffled groan came from behind her.

Then, there was a "bang".

Su Qiao frowned and called out tentatively:
"Battlelord?"

But there was no response.

Only then did she realize that something was wrong. According to the direction of the sound just now, she squatted down and groped towards the right side.

Soon, her hand touched the arm of the Zhanjue, and indeed the Zhanjue was lying on the ground!

Su Qiao quickly took his pulse, only to find that his pulse was very disordered and weak.

Moreover, the bleeding in the stomach has not been relieved, and has worsened.

There was even a strange disturbance in his body.

She frowned, just remembered!

By the way, Zhan Jue's condition was very serious yesterday, to the point where he needed to be hospitalized.

But after giving Zhanjue an infusion, she went back to the bedroom and ignored Zhanjue.

Early this morning, Zhanjue was supposed to receive an infusion to continue treatment, but Zhanjue took her out when she woke up.

She didn't care about Zhan Jue, so she ignored it...

At this time, two bodyguards strode in outside, shining a bright flashlight.

They walked up to the Zhanjue and knelt down, worried:

"Master Zhan must give first aid and send him to the medical room!"

Together they supported Zhanjue, preparing to carry Zhanjue onto a stretcher.

But Zhan Jue, who was originally in a coma, suddenly became conscious.

His hand suddenly grabbed the hand of a bodyguard, and said coldly: