Traveling through the system: not being a female supporting role

Chapter 243 The Immortal in the Painting (VIII)
"You stop me?" Wan Chengming raised his blood-stained face and looked at Lan Ziwen sullenly. If Lan Ziwen answered yes, he would kill Lan Ziwen the meaning of.

Blood flowed down Wan Qiming's cheek to his chin and dripped to the ground. Wan Qiming ignored it and stabbed the dead maid's body again with his sword.

"It's useless, Wan Tengming, it's useless." Lan Ziwen didn't feel sorry for this maid, but couldn't bear to see Wan Tengming in pain and madness. He had deeply felt the pain of losing a loved one, so he understood, he understood Wan Tengming's pain. Once dark.

Wan Chengming's memory has forgotten Fei Lanyan, but his soul loves her deeply and cares about her.

However, even if Wan Chengming really killed everyone, Fei Lanyan would not be able to come back.

Wan Tengming turned a deaf ear to Lan Ziwen's words, and he didn't stop until the corpse in front of him turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

"Bury it underground and provide nourishment for my king's flowers!" Wan Qiming threw the sword in his hand on the ground, stood up and walked to the study. Indifferent words came from his mouth with his back to everyone: "Including bones!"

Mo Yi understood what he meant, so this day became a nightmare for all the servants of the palace.

Mo Yi summoned all the servants and servants of the palace to the back garden, and crushed the bones into powder in front of them!

During the whole process, Mo Yi's heart did not fluctuate at all, his face was expressionless, his eyes were calm, and his movements were calm and without hesitation.

Finally, under the horrified gaze of all the servants, he was buried under the roses.

After doing all this, he looked at the slaves who were either vomiting out of fear or trembling with tears in their eyes: "This is the result of defiling the princess's beloved flower! Do you see clearly!"

There was a strong, nauseating smell of blood in the air, and the slow flow of fresh blood on the ground reminded these servants of what terrible things happened just now.

That's right, how could they forget that the prince's tenderness is only given to the princess, and he is still the bloodthirsty and cruel prince.

"The slave (servant) dare not! The slave (servant) understands!"

Lan Ziwen didn't know when he left the palace, and went to that, the only place that could give him comfort.

Now it is spring, the sky is clear and the air is bright, the grass grows and warblers fly. In a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, there is a tombstone with the engraving:

Beloved wife Yu Fei's spiritual position, husband Lanzi Wenli.

With a jar of wine in his hand, Lan Ziwen stumbled to the grave and sat down, leaning against the tombstone.

"Junior Sister, I'm here. I haven't come to see you these days, so don't be angry." Lan Ziwen stroked the tombstone with his hand, as if he was stroking his beloved wife, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I know you won't Angry, my junior sister is the most gentle and generous."

Thinking of something, the smile on Lan Ziwen's face disappeared, and pain and guilt surfaced: "Junior Sister, Fei Lanyan is dead."

"Well, yes, it is what I told you, the princess of my good friend Wan Chengming."

"Wan Chengming killed it with his own hands." Lan Ziwen said these words with difficulty.

"You may not believe it," he raised his hand to take a sip of wine, and said with a wry smile, "I don't believe it either."

But the fact was so bloody in front of him that it was impossible not to believe it.

"It's my fault. If I could have discovered the Gu worms in his body earlier, I wouldn't have let them end up like us."

Yin and Yang are separated and will never meet again.

　Mo Yi is also a ruthless person, hehe.

　　Regarding the name of Lan Ziwen’s wife, Shi Jingbing was inspired by: Phoenix Yu Fei.

　　Shi Jingbing thinks these four words are particularly beautiful.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)