Flower is amazing

Hua Manlou smiled faintly. Although she couldn't see her, her eyes seemed to have dimension, and she followed Ruohua's figure closely.

Invisible but clear and transparent eyes like water mirrors, everything in the world is faithfully reflected, and it also faithfully obeys the master's heart.

But Ruohua seemed to think of something, with a flash of worry in his eyes, and his face was calm, "I'm too sleepy, I'm going to sleep first."

Ruohua is a very self-confessed person, and he has always dealt with big things indifferently. Even if it is difficult to make a choice, he can make the most rational choice in a moment, and he has never shown such a loss.

However, Lu Xiaofeng only focused on eating, while Huamanlou couldn't see it even though he had eyes, no one noticed Ruohua's strangeness just now.

When the door is closed, the night is dark, and the room with the window sills covered is pitch black, like an inkstone. The thick ink that has just been sharpened is knocked down, and the ink color is smudged, and the deep thick ink covers all the original white paper. s color.

Just like, after the accident, under the tranquility brought by Huamanlou, the sins and blood that were forgotten by her were covered up in the turbulent emotions, love and hatred, and now recalled, it is as hazy and pale as in the previous life , Fog everywhere, like a dream.

In the past, when I was the number one dead man in my sect, when I executed those who were willing to sacrifice their lives for a chance for some ridiculously meager warmth and sincerity, what did I say?

Memory is like a silk bracelet that connects veins, if one is provoked, more will be implicated.

"Love and hate are nothing but such flimsy and helpless things. They are so pale and thin that they are not as good as a piece of inferior rice paper. They are so difficult to maintain. Are they worth it? Look, don't you want the person you miss now? Took your life to pay homage to a family of 35 who died because of you?"

The woman lying on the ground had an elegant appearance, and her black long sword fell not far from her side. She gritted her teeth and wanted to reach for the sword, but she was powerless after all.The layered light blue dress on her body was originally a gift from her handsome and gentle husband-in-law for her birthday, but now it was covered with blood, and the fallen body beside her, although a little black The dead men in clothes were killed by her, but most of them were her husband's family who had been with her for nearly half a year.

Kind and kind mother-in-law, kind and submissive sister-in-law, respectful elder brother, second elder brother who likes to drink, pure and naive, younger brother who wants to be a knight, considerate, some serious housekeeper Zhou on weekdays, some timid little maid flow...

Han Lu's eyes were clouded, when he saw his husband-in-law, that eloquent, elegant and handsome young man, it was like a cloud caught in a cool breeze, and instantly tears rolled down the corners of his eyes and spread across his cheeks silently.

Ruohua looked at these silent tears, and the inexplicable throbbing in her heart made her feel at a loss. Although her face didn't change at all, she stood up.

"I remember, my master taught me that tears are a sign of the weak. Han Lu, you really don't remember anything."

"Bai Ruohua, I curse you, you will never get what you really want, let alone love."

Such a stern and hateful curse, if not really hated to the bone, how could there be such a cry of blood, like a ghost uttering pain.

Han Lu was the second best among the twelve Yemen killers. She had always been taciturn and had no temper. She was not much different from most of the killers.

Before that, she never thought that this woman would one day dare to abandon Yemen and run away to marry.

Ruohua could have stopped her in advance when everything turned into the current situation, but that person told her that Han Lu belonged to someone else, so she put her mind to it, sat and watched all this, and even personally took action to kill Han Lu. The hoped for warmth has become a living hell.

Back then, she only thought Han Lu's curse was ridiculous and pathetic, but she never thought that the current situation would make such a thing a nightmare in her heart.

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