Chapter 202 Leave your life

"Don't wear it anymore." After rubbing her cheek, he bewitched in her ear, "My Mu, don't be bound by those restrictions."

"Okay, I won't wear it." She answered that she really didn't like it anyway.

His slender fingers gently rubbed the lips that had just been bitten by him. He squeezed his lips and said, "Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." This ant-biting pain is too insignificant with her.

Seeing that she was so well-behaved, his heart suddenly felt a little sour. He had never experienced this kind of sourness. Today, he knew that this kind of pain that could not be vented was far more painful than tormenting.

Just now, I almost couldn't help asking for her, but how could he be willing to hurt her, how could he be willing to treat her as a vent, and how could he be willing to let her suffer a little, even a little.

Even if she abandons him for her country, even if she abandons him without hesitation, even so, it will not let him retaliate against her in any way. No!

What he was really angry about was not Xiao Tiange's marriage proposal, nor was it her involuntary. He was angry that she always regarded her as a person. In the deepest part of her heart, there was no such thing as him. No matter what happened, she never thought that someone would walk with her and take on everything alone. She thought she was very smart, she was strong, she was very independent, and she provoked the whole world alone. But damn it, what about him? Where is he? He is just a person outside her. He doesn't exist and doesn't affect her. She is so independent, and he just doesn't matter?

Everything was buried in Danfeng's eyes. He looked at her fixedly, pulled her hand on her chest, and asked very lightly, "Amu, do you have me here?"

The red sandalwood chest suddenly wanted to be violently hit by something. For a moment, it shrank as big as a needle eye, and she couldn't breathe. Does she have him in her heart? She cares about him, and she cares very much. So, there should be, but is this the kind he wants? Suddenly, she couldn't tell the difference. Intellectually, she even felt no, but under such a pair of eyes, she suddenly couldn't speak.

However, how well he knows her. Her expression and her eyes have already told him everything. The hand holding her waist was so tight that it was about to break her waist. It was so tight that it suddenly loosened.

How can I tell you that you are not alone? How can you fully accept my existence? How can I integrate into your bones and blood?

He got up and got out of bed. His figure fluttered in the layers of curtains and gradually disappeared until he couldn't see it clearly. Even the eye-catching blood color is so low that it melts into the thick darkness in the dark night.

Red sandalwood subconsciously grabbed the sheets under his hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and closed his eyes tightly.

I just want to have a clear conscience, but now that I have betrayed you, I can no longer feel at ease. It can be regarded as a funeral with you.

Although she didn't give him any reply to Bing Yiyin's words in the prison, the picture appeared in front of her uncontrollably. Chu Lingcheng was a refugee who knelt down to her, and the soldiers who followed her on the battlefield. When she triumphantly, the child sat on his father's shoulder and played the flute quietly. The pair of eyes kept shaking in front of her. The word of rejection is like a blood-stained sword, which is broken by her hand. How can she bear it? How can you bear it?

I don't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died for me.

If Bo Ren doesn't want to die, I will go to this fireworks.

My mother can die for me, why can't I die for her hope?

However, Wu Cang Juelan, Wu Lan, Lan Lan, Lan Lan, Lan Lan... muttered, and her heart felt tight when she spit out every word, and her whole body circled tightly, which was not enough.

The dark night, sticky and dull, the hall is empty and lonely, like a ferocious monster devouring everything. The gilded bed is messy, and the woman's face is pale, curled up, silently talking about something. The more she read, the more pale it is.

Floating out of the imperial palace, Wu Cang Juelan walked to the uninhabited streets and alleys in the dark night.

In the past, he should be sleeping with her in his arms contentedly. At this moment, in a foreign country, he suddenly didn't know where to go.

The frost stained with blood clothes, and the whole person was a little depressed. The long body pulled out a longer shadow and walked endlessly slowly under the moonlight.

There is only one slightly thin figure, walking, but I don't know why there is one more.

At a glance, he glanced at the extra shadow beside him, and he stopped. I didn't look at who was behind me, but asked, "What's the matter?"

The elongated shadow on the ground slowly approached him. When standing beside him, a pair of small hands pulled his sleeves. The woman shook it gently and said, "Brother Lan, don't be sad, that shemale... No, she is not worth it."

He was not surprised to see Xiao Tianran in Tandu. Xiao Tiange was here, and naturally she could not escape far. He took back his sleeve robe without a trace, with an evil smile on his lips, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said I was sad? I'm just thinking about things too much.

Xiao Tianlan looked at the person who was no different from usual in an instant. He was slightly stunned and smiled again. Her brother Lan has always been like this, and he is always smiling. Looking at the sky, she said briskly, "Brother Lan, let's go back. It's very late. Go to bed early."

"Go back..." He muttered, and his tone was a little confused, but he immediately smiled and said, "Okay, let's go."

In the days when the red sandalwood was in Tian prison, he let people open a room in the nearest inn to the Tian prison, which was a temporary residence. At this moment, it's good to go back there.

Wu Cang Juelan raised his foot and walked in that direction. Xiao Tianlan was about to follow, but a bodyguard suddenly appeared in the oblique thorn and whispered, "Princess, it's time for you to go back."

Xiao Tianlan stopped and looked up to Wu Cang Juelan for help. "Brother Lan, I don't want to go back. My brother promised to marry red sandalwood. There is no reason to restrain my freedom.

Danfeng's eyes were half covered, and the afterglow glanced at the bodyguard who appeared and said, "Tianluan, you'd better follow the roaring song at ease."

Then, step away.

Xiao Tianlan stamped his feet unwillingly, stared at the bodyguard, and walked in the other direction with anger.

The conditions of the inn next to the prison are really not good. When Wu Cang Juelan walked into the inn, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er were dozed off at the counter and slept darkly.

He didn't bother. His footsteps were shallow, and he stepped up the squeaky wooden ladder. The bloody clothes covered the steps and were spotless.

The layout of the room is very simple. Although it is already the best inn, it is just a screen in the room, with a hall on the outside and a bed on the inside.

He first sat down at the table, poured a cup of tea that had already been cold, and took a shallow mouth, and his mouth was full of astringency. The rose-colored lips squeezed, and then took a second sip. It was not until a whole cup of herbal tea went into his stomach that he said, "Come out."

After the screen, a woman in red came out, tightly dressed in red, and the woman's curve was outlined. The woman's figure was enchanting, step by step, charming but not vulgar.

He walked to the front of him with his hands folded in front of his lower abdomen, bent down and saluted. With her bending down, under her half-exposed fragrant shoulders, a half-covered gully jumped in front of her.

The rosy lips hooked, and Danfeng's eyes smiled. He looked at her and said, "In the middle of winter, it's cold. Does Meier still feel very hot?"

"Your Majesty's cup is empty. Let Meier fill it for you." Gu Meier got up gently, and her slender fingers picked up the head of the teapot for him, and the thin stream spread up.

Wu Cang Juelan stared at the glass of water again. The phoenix was transparent, and she lowered her head slightly. Half-sounding, playful: "Fully, what do you want to fill up?"

Gu Meier approached him with a cat-like light and seductive pace. Her enchanting body was pasted, and even her voice was sexy and hoarse. "What she can't give, I can do it."

The poppies on her forehead are blooming, and her charming face is even more charming.

The slender fingers buckled the cool teacup, and the woman in Danfeng's eyes reflected the flower-like blooming woman in her arms. The corners of her lips hooked gently and looked unpredictable.

After staring for a long time, he finally stretched out his other hand, and his slender fingers fell on her sexy collarbone and slowly went up.

Her charming eyes flashed, and her red lips rose, and she finally succeeded.

"Can I do anything?" He smiled softly, and his bloody clothes stained his cheeks with strange and enchanting.

"Anything is fine." The red lips opened gently without hesitation.

"So--" The smile on her lips was stronger than the poppy between her eyebrows. He smiled and said, "Give me your life."

The charming eyes suddenly opened wide, "er", and something stuck in her throat forced her to emit an uncomfortable monosyllable. Her eyes reflected the beautiful man in front of her, and her heart was quickly cooling down. He wanted to kill her. He really wanted to kill her. The smile in his eyes was so careless, like an ant struggling under his palm at this moment.

"You should have known that Qingyuan was restrained that night, but it was getting worse. I pity you for not to care about the past, but you dare to secretly kill her. I'm really tired of living. His five fingers were clenched, and he still smiled when he threw out such words.

Gu Meier suddenly felt shuddered. How could she forget what kind of person she was? He has always been the ancestor of murder with a smile. I'm afraid she has been murderous to her for a long time. It's really ridiculous. It's so ridiculous. However, she doesn't want to die, she really doesn't want to die.

The shackles between the throat are getting tighter and tighter, the brain is becoming more and more oxygen-deficient, and consciousness begins to blur. She doesn't want to die in his hands in this way. Even if she has never had any dignity in front of him, don't even let him pay attention to death, no.

Both hands struggled, but it didn't help. The eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the breath was almost cut off.

Like a charming eye, when it was about to close, the closed window suddenly broke, a strong wind rose, and the objects in the room rolled down one after another. When they stopped, there was only one of the two people left.

Wu Cang Juelan closed his smile and looked out of the window deeply. The bright moon was still high, and the night was still quiet. Except for the room blown by the strong wind, everything had not changed.

He had long thought that there was something wrong with Gu Meier. A Mu was right. Her charming skills were so high that neither of them could resist, which was not ordinary. She was killed because she charmed him many times, because she had bad intentions with her, and because her background made it difficult for him to feel at ease. Now, it is certain that there is someone behind her to help, but who is it?

Indifferent to the mess, he walked behind the screen. When his clothes half faded, he suddenly called out, "Zi."

"There it is." The ghostly voice answered.