The blood of the dust and evil in the chaotic world dyes the red lotus

Chapter 37 Skin pain

For three days in a row, Chongyi did not appear again, the entire dynasty was in chaos, and the world would fall into the hands of others.

Chu Dan was finally able to catch his breath. On this day, the old man who delivered the food a few days ago finally came. A pair of old hands held the food box and sent it into the wooden fence, and there was a faint smell of medicine.

"Your Highness Six, the old slave brought you what you asked for." The vicissitudes of life but a slightly high-pitched voice, just like calling to Chu Dan four years ago: If you fall asleep, you won't be able to wake up, Your Highness Six, don't fall asleep .

It was such a voice calling that dragged him back from the brink of death.

Chu Dan's eyes were red, and strong sorrow was choked in his throat, and his blue eyes were flowing with tears.

The slender hand tremblingly opened the food box, and it was a bowl of dark concoction, a concoction for inducing labor.Looking at the blackened decoction, Chu Dan took up the medicine bowl and drank it without hesitation. No matter whether the old man gave him the medicine to induce labor or not, even if it was poison, he was willing to believe that there are still medicines in this world. Tenderness to speak of.

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The wind is cold, blowing away the coldness in the world.Yu Sansheng was sad and burst into tears.

How can I break through the joys and sorrows of my life, and my heart weeps and blood.

In the capital city of Kyoto, soldiers fought with iron horses, and blood flowed like rivers.

Bright red, blooming all over the ground, the smell of blood pervades the city, ghost soldiers from hell are calling, and lonely undead are wandering.

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Alone in the dark dungeon, Chu Dan experienced a lifetime of pain and suffering.

The old man stood by the secret passage, listening to Chu Dan's subdued shouts all night long.

It wasn't until the sky was about to reveal the twilight that the baby's cry sounded, which settled the old man's hanging heart.

But when he walked to the wooden fence again, that scene was a bloody scene that he had never seen in his entire life in the palace.

Blood, blood everywhere, blood stained Chu Dan's pale skin, the torn black robe, and the cold ground red.

Between the blood-stained legs, the petite baby was crying, so alive, but this beautiful man was exhausted.

The blue eyes were loosely opened slightly, and they just blended in with the blood red without moving.

Dazzling red, there is a word written under Chu Dan's bruised fingertips, it is Cang Ye, the word Cang Ye written in blood.

At such a scene, even this old man, who is very old and vicissitudes, couldn't help but shed tears.

"Your Highness Six...Your Highness Six..." No matter how he called, he couldn't wake up Chu Dan's soul heading towards the underworld.

The heavy wooden door was firmly locked, making it impossible to get in and rescue him.

I went to find someone outside the prison to save him, but no one was willing to take care of him.

Even if Chongyi appears, at least he will not let him die, but now, no one saves him, just waiting for that beautiful man to perish alone.

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Cold and frozen, there is nowhere to find Iraqis.

One hour, two hours... The time flows quietly, has the flower that bloomed in the darkness withered, has that desolate man left safely, has his soul returned to the dreamland, is there a trace of tenderness, is there a smile As before, forget the lifelong sorrow...

I still remember that year when the flowers bloomed, the beautiful man smiled for the first time, his sadness and sadness dimmed the beauty and beauty of the world.

Chu Dan, white lotus with clear water, blooming in the dark, far away in the sky, wandering alone in the far end of the world...