Hold a pair of slender hands tightly at the hilt of the knife.

"You..." Fang said a word, and saw the slender hands breaking hard, and the sharp dagger stirred in his abdomen.

His face was ferocious, and the woman's fingertips were filled with black air, and he patted the girl's shoulder with a palm.

A thread of blood shot out, and the girl flew backwards and hit the wall hard.

The veil was knocked down and fell slowly. The girl's entire face was revealed.

The left face has bright eyes and white teeth, and the head is full of eyebrows. It looks stunning. But the right half of the long face is hideous and terrifying, covered with ugly scars. One left and the other right, it looks like the underworld of the fairy world.

The girl's face was pale and there was red blood on the corners of her mouth. Her bright eyes were staring at the hideous woman.

"You bitch! Cough..." The woman coughed up a mouthful of blood and covered her wound: "Fortunately, you don't have enough cultivation and cannot drive the Soo Dagger, otherwise..."

Situ Yanran stretched out her left hand and pinched the strange magic trick. She bit her thin lips tightly, her fingers trembled, as if it was very difficult. But then the magic trick came out, and a black line appeared and a dagger on the belly of the beautiful woman was faintly connected.

The woman suddenly let out a strange cry: "Fifth level of Qi Refining!? You hide your strength! Come on, I..."

As soon as the magic trick condensed, the black fog suddenly condensed into a wrap around the woman. A shrill scream came out from the fog. After a few breaths, he fell to the ground with a plop, his breath was like a wandering thread, and his cultivation was completely dissipated.

"Cough cough..." Situ Yanran spitted out a few mouthfuls of blood, stood up on the wall and covered her right shoulder, and staggered to the beautiful woman.

The woman was not dead yet, she raised her head slightly, raised her arms, held Situ Yanran's ankle tightly, said angrily: I will curse you, don't..."

Situ Yanran squatted down with bright eyes cold: "Senior sister, I have been in the first place for a month. My junior sister has returned all your actions to me once. If you want to pay, come back to the cycle of reincarnation."

He stretched out his slender hand, held the handle of the dagger on his abdomen, and pulled it out with force.

It seemed as if the last trace of life was pulled out, and the woman completely died when her arms were loosened.

Situ Yanran sighed and put away the Yupo Dagger. She said to herself: "She said what is the fifth level of Qi Refining..."

Suddenly, Situ Yanran's expression changed, and she stood up and looked out the door.

Someone came from far to near outside the door.

Situ Yanran covered her right shoulder and came to the window. Four floors of pavilions were five or six feet high. Even if she was not injured, she could not land safely.

I turned my head and looked at the door. The closer the footsteps, I would break into the door in just a few breaths.

Situ Yanran resolutely stepped out of the window, stood on the eaves, looked at the street below, bit her thin lips, and jumped down!

The wind roared in his ears, and his clothes were flying. Situ Yanran stared at the ground closer to the blue bricks. When he landed on the second floor, he stepped heavily on the eaves of the protruding house, and his casting was slightly slower and he flew out in a slanted manner.

Bang!

Situ Yanran's delicate body slammed heavily on the blue bricks, splashing water, slid several meters away, and a pool of blood spread out under her body.

A girl fell from the sky, and passers-by were stunned. The old man walked carefully along the way, and suddenly saw the girl on the ground moving and getting up with difficulty.

"Miss, you..."

Situ Yanran, as if she had not heard of it, staggered and stood up, shaking her petite body, took a few steps, and then fell into the accumulated water with a thump, and her clothes were soaked.

"So tired..." There was no blood-colored pale lips that were touching the accumulated water. Situ Yanran's eyes that should have been bright were now filled with death and fatigue.

The drizzle fell, and the water splashed ripples. The misty rain over Wensheng County was hazy.

"Dad..."

The scene used to be like a lantern passing by.

My father, who is cold and serious and busy with official duties all day long, has a gentle smile on his eyes, and is kind to his mother, who is always with him since childhood, and is like a maid who is one.

A big fire burned.

The thick smoke and the heat waves were pressing. The maid from the Chaiyuan carried her young into the water tank. When she wanted to come in, the beam of the burning house fell from the sky and pressed the maid under her.

The corner rubbed against the right face. It was like a tiny oil was stained, and it started to burn.

Xiao Yanran was about to feel dizzy when she crawled into the water before she could get rid of it. She endured the burning on her right face and came out of the water, leaving only the crackling sound of the maid's weak sound.

"Miss, I don't want to die..."

...

When she woke up from the carriage, she was wrapped in a thin blanket. All she saw was the ashes of broken pieces and the tiles.

There were hundreds of people around the Situ Mansion.

She is the only one who survives.

The whole capital was in turmoil, and the emperor was furious. The fire was just a deception. Liu Chenxiang's daughter Liu Xianglian was in Xinjing. Seeing this, she was pitiful and took her to Jingjin College, Wuhou County.

Because of his appearance, he was ridiculed. Although someone was close to him, he was pity for him. After seven years of ears, he stood tall and graceful. No one was close to him and no one cared about him.

Until-

Li Xianyuan appears.

I have not disliked because of my appearance, nor have I pretended to be pity because of my appearance. It is like treating ordinary people.

It seems... I haven't felt this kind of gaze for a long time. The last time was it... seven years ago?

As we get along, everything is a little different. Situ Yanran enjoys these things very much. In the eyes of others, Li Xianyuan is either taciturn and indifferent in personality. In the eyes of people, he pretends to be noble. But she thinks this is great.

I don’t know when the birth of feelings began. I only knew that I always peeked at Li Xianyuan’s side face in class, endured my shame, and talked in a tone. When I returned to the room, I hid in the quilt and blushed alone, but I felt a little aftertaste in my heart.

It was probably from then on that time that she left, and when Li Xianyuan felt a little affection for her, she was so happy that she fainted.

Until-

Li Xianyuan left her like her parents.

Only one piece of paper and one piece of lyrics.

Everyone didn't know when asked. Situ Yanran became thinner and thinner, which made people feel distressed as if she wanted Li Xianyuan not to return, so she starved to death in the boudoir.

Liu Xianglian couldn't stand it and spoke out to dissuade her, but it was still useless.

The seventh day after Li Xianyuan left was also the seventh day after Situ Yanran was reluctant to eat.

Lying on the bed, his face was thin. Perhaps it was an illusion before his death, Situ Yanran heard the swords roaring over Wuhou County, and the sound of roaring sounds continued. Sometimes, there was a flash of light through the window paper and penetrated into the boudoir.

The vision dissipated for a hundred breaths, and an old woman appeared in front of the bed in white, wearing a black shirt, and black mist was everywhere. The devouring eyes stared at Situ Yanran, the superior of the bed.

"Scared by love?"

Situ Yanran heard what she said, for some reason she could guess, but nodded.

"You don't want to know who the murderer was and why you poisoned your family? And... you don't want to ask him clearly?" the old woman asked.

Situ Yanran knew that all her memories were known.

"If you have spiritual roots, if you follow the old man, you can become a cultivator." If you have cultivation, you must be afraid of a mere mortal. After that, whether you kill the unfaithful man, make him feel in pain, or force him to marry him and take him into a slave, the choice is in your hands."

"Why don't you solve it yourself instead of hating him? The most trustworthy thing in this world is not your parents, your husband, or your best friend, but yourself."

What the old woman said was thorned in Situ Yanran's heart.

Situ Yanran's lips moved slightly and said weakly: "I'll go with you."

It seemed too weak, and she said one sentence intermittently.

"For parents. For..."
Chapter completed!