Revenge is something that is extremely unattainable for her. Without power, she is just an ordinary palace maid holding the cold broom and sweeping on the palace road. She does not have the luck of the heaven-defying queen like the previous dynasty. The word revenge can only exist deep in her heart, and it can be unattainable.

She didn't ask for revenge, or a passionate life, but only wanted to have a husband and husband and children together, and ended up in this life. But she was a little tired of this ordinary day. Since the day she met the National Master, her life has been no longer the same as herself.

Everything is like a mirror flower and water moon. No matter how hard she tries to get it, the moon will never be touched. The mirror flower and water moon dreams, but unfortunately, until now, she has seen through everything like a dream.

I don’t know that my body is a guest in my dream, and I don’t know what is true outside of my dream.

She smiled, a little foolish.

The rain hit the pale face as pale as paper, making it even more desolate.

The national teacher is the only ray of white moonlight in her dark life. However, this moonlight is probably not her from the beginning, but she has been awakened from her dream until now. Some people are destined to be viewed from a distance.

A person like the national teacher must be worthy of the amazing woman who is so charming that she is just a humble person, but she is also amazed by the moonlight. She is really stupid, but she is so stupid that she is happy every day.

Really, stupid. Just a fool.

In this world, she is not a problem. It is just that there is no sin.

Back then, the bloody massacre was a long time since she understood that everything was because of her. She was not alone. When she ran away, her mother tried her best to protect her and gave her a letter, asking her to open it when she was fourteen years old.

Finally, she was fourteen years old and opened the letter, but the words on the letter almost cost her half her life.

She is not alone, her mother is a demon.

But if a demon has a son with a human being, his magic will turn into clouds and smoke. But the blood of the demon and a human being can save all diseases. It is because of her blood that makes the whole family slaughtered. She once hated why her mother was a demon, why did her mother love her father, and why did she survive. She also complained that her mother should not give her this letter, and should not let her know what she was.

Her life should be boring and tasteless. She was unwilling to let go of the only light. Even though she had never received it, she was afraid that just by looking at it in the dark, she would be overjoyed. She was so happy that she should be so humble.

Now, she no longer hates and no longer loves.

Hate and love have consumed most of her time and energy. Thinking about this short life, there is nothing else except that moment of light and shadow.

She felt a little cold, her eyes were tired, but it seemed to have a bit of bright light, as if she was looking back. Gradually, Lada's eyelids never raised her lips. She curled her lips, as if she saw the National Master wearing a moon-white brocade dress, a silver-white masked face with a gentle smile, and her eyes were also smiling, walking towards her. It was like the spring breeze in March, making people indulge in it, and they could no longer extricate themselves. Her wrists also fell softly on the bluestone slab, making them whiter. The rain still ticked, like a song of earth.

No one cares, no one discovers that there is a dead person in this pear garden.

"Why?" A man with green clothes, a primrose-colored tassel strap on his waist, half-buckled with a jade crown, and a cold-eyed man walked over in the rain with an oil paper umbrella. The oil paper umbrella, with a red fan, seemed a little faded with the red umbrella surface, and looked a little desolate. The charming peony flowers bloomed on the oil paper umbrella. If you count them, you will find that these are thirteen flowers, and the umbrella handles are also surrounded by peony branches.

The man looked at Wen Wen's body with a cold look and smiled mockingly.

"Pity people." Life is everywhere, but very people are often the most pitiful. If this person is not entangled in this emotion, he only needs a little point of improvement with his own bloodline, and can become a great person. However, although the matter of love and love is very nothing, it can win people's hearts very much. Regardless of this person's heart, it will be a dream for a lifetime.

It can't be shaved or shaved.

Let it grow, and finally melt the blood and never leave again.

Xiaolan closed her cuffs, and her tentacles were a little soft, like the soft hands of the girl before. Looking at the cold body, her eyes were slightly awkward. People should not have these unreasonable daydreams. If a happy person really doesn't like you very much, it would be better to let go. Such infatuation will harm her. However, these romantic things do not mean anything to him.

What he wanted was just the blood of Wen Wen. And Wen Wen had some chance, and his bloodline was also good. It was worth it for him to search for it for so long before, but she thought she could escape, and she was really self-righteous. I am afraid that the cycle of reincarnation of the heavens is also something that the God Lord could not escape, let alone a demon and a son who could not even be considered a demon.

He raised his hand slightly, his long blue sleeves slightly raised in the breeze, and some raindrops fell on the bluestone slabs along the plain white, splashing water.

The corpse that Wen Wen, which had already been cold, turned into a red wisp of smoke and dust, then wrapped around the plain white fingertips, lingering and never dissipated for a long time. Then, as his fingertips entered the red umbrella surface, the umbrella looked a little brighter than before.

Xiaolan smiled slightly with her lips curled, and her eyebrows and eyes became much softer.

After all, this umbrella can be used for a little more time. After all, he has not been staying in this world for much time, really not much. But he can't find his little girl in the sky. I wonder if this little girl hated him, and if she had forgotten him.

"The phoenix is ​​the phoenix and the phoenix live with me, and I will be the concubine forever.

Friendship and harmony, who knows each other in the middle of the night?

Both wings rose and flew high, and I felt sad without any emotion." Xiaolan thought in a daze, murmured like a bone. But the person who had played a song that had been praying for a phoenix had long disappeared.

He once thought about whether he would still be so searching. After all, the little girl he was happy with now is not sure what he thought about, whether she had fallen in love with someone else. Perhaps what Bai Liuji said before was right, and there was no need to have so many obsessions and the process was difficult, but if it came to the final ending, when he suddenly looked back, he found that he was no longer the person in front of him, but what should he do?
Chapter completed!