【Rebirth】Mermaid brothers love doomed

"My heart is tied to Wu Lang and I dare not tell my heart, so what's the matter if Wu Lang is dead?"

"Paint rouge red and paint Liu Dai makeup, roll up the flowing cloud bun and swing the blue silk Tibetan."

"A man in a red wedding dress turns into a sweet girl, not for gold and silver, but to marry Yu Lang..."

The tune rises suddenly, mixed with crying:

"Yin and Yang are separated from each other, and the bridgeheads look at each other from a distance. If there is a fate for the afterlife..."

"Don't be a boy, be a girl..."

His arm was pulled, Duan Juechen looked out the door, and whispered to Lin Wanjiang:

"It's that evil spirit."

Lin Wanjiang frowned, struggled to free the palm, and then looked out the door.

Zhao Shu was dragging the dead Wu Dabao, staggering, walking towards the wedding room.

The fiery red hijab was wet by the blizzard, hanging obliquely on his shoulders, revealing a ferocious face.

There were tears in his eyes, blood stained the red clothes, and the tears of blood dripped along the cold wind, falling on the snow and blooming red plum blossoms.

The libretto kept coming, the tune was tactful, and the voice was bleak.

Lin Wanjiang's eyes were red as he listened to it.

He vaguely understood why Zhao Shu married into Wu's family, even if the man disguised himself as a woman, even if it was a dark marriage separated by yin and yang.

As he said, he is willing, he has no regrets.

It should be that Zhao Shu has long been in love with Wu Yuan, a classmate, just like the song sang.

Not for gold and silver wealth, but to marry Yu Lang.

He and Wu Yuan are men, so Xu dare not mention it.

But after this person died, he broke his feet, just to pretend to be a woman and become Wu Yuan's legitimate wife.

Lin Wanjiang recalled her previous life, and almost fell ice crystals in a trance.

How is he different from Zhao Shu?All are intentional and unintentional.

Falling flowers and flowing water, a dilemma.

Perhaps he disobeyed yin and yang, did not believe in the destiny of heaven, and was punished by heaven.

Everything he suffered in his previous life was a punishment.

But in this life, he has a long memory.

Love and love are all smoke and clouds, and the destiny dare not disobey.

Can produce love - desire, don't give birth to greed.

Lin Wanjiang raised her eyes and subconsciously looked at Duan Juechen, who knew that this person was also looking at him.

When the two looked at each other, the tails of their eyes were red.

Lin Wanjiang was startled, quickly looked away, raised her hand and pretended to straighten her temples.

He feels that he is sick, so what is there to worry about?

When I got back, I went to Yu Qingfeng and asked him to ask Ye Haitang to find a female nun of the right age.

If the girl is good, Guanli will get married and have a happy and beautiful child.

Don't let Duan Juechen continue to entangle, he is not a saint, and if he is entangled for a long time, he is afraid that he will not be able to control his heart.

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a sudden cry outside the door, heart-piercing and wailing.

Lin Wanjiang looked sideways, and saw that Zhao Shu outside was really crying.

Instead of stepping into the wedding room, he hung Wu Dabao's body on the porch.

The crimson figure fell to the ground suddenly, curled up in the blizzard and cried loudly.

There were many bleak cries, blending into the cold wind and gradually drifting away.

Zhao Shu's vengeance has been avenged, but she will never see her Wu Lang again.

The corpse is not in the coffin, and it is unknown where it went.

Lin Wanjiang's heart was sour, after watching for a while, she was still moved with compassion.

I saw a red paper umbrella hanging on the wall with a delicate bamboo handle.

Lin Wanjiang raised his hand to take it off, and suddenly stepped out of the door.

Duan Juechen frowned and grabbed the man's sleeve.

Lin Wanjiang looked back and looked at him coldly: "Let go."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Duan Juechen looked sideways, with a gloomy and obscure expression.

He whispered: "I'm afraid it's dangerous."

He sneered: "You are more dangerous."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Wanjiang stepped out of the room, holding a red umbrella, opened it and handed it to Zhao Shu.

"Give you."

With a soft whisper, Zhao Shu raised her eyes, but was startled for a while when she was about to reveal a fierce look.

He saw a young man in white approaching, holding a red umbrella in front of him.

Three thousand black hair swayed gently in the wind, the young master's shoulders were covered with snow, and his long eyelashes were stained with frost.

A pair of peach-blossom eyes are indifferent and cold, with indistinguishable male and female eyes, unparalleled in the world.

"Not yet?"

Another whisper, the young master suddenly smiled.

The vermilion lips are raised, the frost in the eyes disintegrates, leaving only the warm sun of March.

He seemed to see Wu Yuan, that young man smilingly handing him the umbrella in the snowy night.

Looking up, you can see the moonlight, and the young man's eyes are full of stars, as well as his face.

When the spring heart was sprouting in the youth, one glance missed it for life.

Zhao Shu raised her hand and slowly went to pick up the red paper umbrella.

Tears of blood dripped continuously, splashing on the snow and wet the hem of Lin Wanjiang's clothes crimson.

Touching the handle of the umbrella lightly with her fingertips, Zhao Shu was shocked.

He heard a growl:

"Daozhang, kill him quickly! He just killed my eldest son!!!"

Wu Shan came running staggeringly, with tears running down his face.

He had a broken arm, the rags were soaked in blood, and the bones were exposed at the joints.

Hearing this voice, Zhao Shu's expression changed drastically, and a fierce look appeared in her eyes for a moment.

Hearing clanking sounds in her ears, Zhao Shu stabbed towards Lin Wanjiang suddenly with golden scissors in her hand.

Lin Wanjiang's eyes trembled, and the longevity was about to come out of its sheath.

"Brother!"

Duan Juechen stepped forward suddenly, and as soon as the scissors fell to the ground, he grabbed Lin Wanjiang and took a few steps back in an instant.

Zhao Shu missed a blow, her eyes were red, and she was extremely angry.

He suddenly stretched out his five fingers, showing his sharp nails, and flew towards Wu Shan.

Lin Wanjiang was about to step forward, but stopped suddenly.

How can it be a good thing to indulge the heirs like this?

Duan Juechen remained silent, watching all this with cold eyes, and he didn't bother to talk to Lin Wanjiang unless he took action.

It's just a human life, what does it matter to him if it's not relative or reason?

Wu Shan sat down on the ground with a pale complexion, looking at Zhao Shu who was coming towards him, his eyes were full of panic.

The sharp nails are about to pierce through the chest and dig out the heart.

Wu Shan closed his eyes suddenly, quietly waiting for death to come.

The wind howls like a ghost howling, why does the death knell ring before death?

A low growl suddenly came from a distance.

"No...don't! Don't kill any more!"

The voice is dry and hoarse like sand in a long-drought desert.

Zhao Shu was shocked, and her fingertips stopped abruptly.

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down my cheeks, like surging lava finding a way out, bursting out from my heart.

Zhao Shu turned around slowly, her neck twisted and her expression dull.

Seeing this, Lin Wanjiang hurriedly took Duan Juechen to hide aside.

Even Zhao Shu and the other two were no match, let alone adding another living corpse.

Wearing a shroud, Wu Yuan was as thin as a dry bone, and his legs were like dry sticks.

His face was pale, his expression was either happy or sad, his cheeks were sunken, and his eyes were as hollow as stagnant water.

A year had passed, but the corpse had not decayed, and the skin was gray and uneven.

It looked like a rebirth of flesh and blood.

He walked very slowly, his stiff legs propped up his tall body, and he made footprints of different shades on the snow.

Lin Wanjiang felt a little uncomfortable with the heavy cloudiness around him, but his eyes kept staring at Wu Yuan, with a lot of thoughts in his heart.

Seeing him like this, I really can't think of Wu Lang in Zhao Shu's mouth.

Lin Wanjiang took a closer look and finally understood.

The best part of Wu Yuansheng's integrity is his eyes.

This man had crooked eyebrows and was born with a smile, but his empty eyes carried the purity and cleanliness of a young man.

Seeing Wu Yuan getting closer, Zhao Shu suddenly said:

"Ayuan..."

The voice is lingering, although it is a juvenile voice, it has a feminine tenderness.

Wu Yuan paused, and suddenly raised his eyes to meet him.

The corners of the stiff lips tried to rise, and tears slowly fell from the eyes...