After wearing a book, the sick villain hugged me and begged for a kiss

Chapter 212

Dongfang Xi picked up the teapot, poured another cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp!
Even if it doesn't taste good, you have to drink it. Anyway, you are thirsty, and you have no choice. Now there is no Miaoyu pine needle.There will be no Miaoyu pine needles in the future!

From now on, she wants to be alone, become a wolf by herself, and have her own piece of heaven in this world!

She wants to study ancient books thoroughly, become the master of ten thousand trees, stand on the top of a tree, and watch the birds return to their nests in the distance!
Then, find the person who killed her Dongfang family, cut him into pieces, flay him and throw his body into the wild to feed the wolves!

If today's revenge is not reported today, it does not mean that the murderer is really allowed to have a good time!As long as Dongfangxi is alive, tomorrow will definitely become an unforgettable nightmare for the enemy in this life!
Dongfang Xi squeezed the cup hard, her snow-white jade hands slowly showing red marks due to the force.

With trembling hands, Dongfang Xi took a deep breath, slowly let go of his hand, and slowly put the cup on the table, and heard a "kick" sound when the bottom of the cup collided with the table.

He took two deep breaths and looked out the front window.

A beautiful woman in front of her is sitting at the table embroidering flowers, and her every move captures the wind, flowers, snow and moon. The corner of her slightly raised mouth seems to see a gentleman standing under a willow tree full of catkins, holding a red umbrella to block the beauty beside her. The scene of flying catkins.

In front of the rippling lake in spring, a mayfly walked by, making waves, but the waves were not startled.

The gentleman put his arms around the beauty's fragrant shoulders, and the beauty leaned shyly on the gentleman's strong chest. The two leaned on each other and looked happily at the tall and straight green hills across the lake.

One Luo Qing and one crimson purple, the landscape of forgetting love, and the back of Qianqian are so harmonious and happy, as if the two of them stand there still, they can last forever, grow old together, and watch the spring with catkins flying in many years, propped up red umbrella.

The screen slowly turned to the side, and the gentleman in purple clothes was obviously a Yan painting fan. The screen continued to deflect to the front, and the beauty's face was seen.

She has a beautiful face, the skin that is bullying Saixue, the color of jade like cream, and her eyes are like shining stars like lacquer.

Her face was full of happiness, the beauty turned her eyes and looked up at the man in front of her, her pink lips slightly raised, her eyes full of hope.

The beauty looks soft, somewhat similar to Yuan'er's, but it's definitely not Yuan'er!

Suddenly, the sky exploded, the wind and cloud changed, and thunder was everywhere, and the lightning flashed and the thunder fell suddenly from the sky.

The two people in the picture seem to be unaware, still silent in their sweet love.

The huge thunder hit directly on the top of the two people's heads. At the moment when the thunder exploded, white light swept across the entire field of vision, and only saw a vast white world, and could not hear any sound. The shocking thunder was also quiet and dead. It was as if he had died the moment the thunder settled.

Dongfang Xi stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, the dazzling light penetrated his palm, and shot into his eyes through his eyelids.

Dongfang Xi turned her head away from the world in front of her, where everything was silent, she seemed to hear someone screaming, and the sound seemed far away.

Along with the screaming, there was the sound of a thumping heartbeat, but this heartbeat sound was not her own!

After a long time, the white light faded, Dongfang Xi slowly put down his hands, turned his head, and slowly opened his eyes.

The picture in front of me was blurry, the man in purple clothes was crying bitterly while hugging the beauty just now, and the beauty was lying motionless in the arms of the man in purple clothes.

The picture gradually zoomed in, and Dongfang Xi could see it clearly.

The man in the crimson purple shirt was holding a beauty, not even a human being, it was clearly a white skeleton!
The bloody skeleton, even the Luo Qing skirt was dyed dark blue!
The man in the crimson purple shirt had a sad face, his eyes were full of tenderness looking at the blood and bones, and his hands were gently stroking the dark blue clothes.

(End of this chapter)