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Chapter 72

The sharp blade pointed at her heart, as long as she stabbed in, Song Luan would die on the spot.

Zhao Nanyu was holding the handle of the knife, his hands were shaking, his forehead was sweating thinly, his voice was extremely low and hoarse, and the whole person was frustrated, "I can't hold my hand."

With a bang, the dagger fell to the ground.

Song Luanqiang supported the last bit of strength, bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, just such a simple action, she was sweating with pain, she gently put the dagger on his palm, opening her lips. : "It hurts so much, it hurts in my dreams."

I thought of death all the time, the decline of organs, like a big hand in the chest, clutching her heart fiercely, stirring it with all my strength.

Even breathing is heavy pain.

Zhao Nanyu's tears fell on her cheeks, Song Luan suddenly realized that her death was a relief for her, but it was torture for Zhao Nanyu.

It must be uncomfortable to kill someone you love with your own hands.

But she really can't care about his mood anymore.

She lifted her eyes and looked at Zhao Nanyu with her red eyes, and the water shone brightly. She held her hand over her chest and curled up, breathing heavily. "I really hurt and hurt, you save me."

The sharp sharp tingling spreads from the bottom of the foot to the brain, and the limbs and bones can't escape this sharp and extreme pain.

Song Luan shouted indiscriminately. As she lost her strength, the groaning/groaning sounds made by her pain gradually became smaller, and the original beautiful facial features were gradually distorted without blood.

Five fingers knuckles die, she grabbed Zhao Nanyu's sleeve, "Kill me, you killed me."

Zhao Nanyu pityfully kissed her eyebrows, slowly closed her eyes, and immediately opened, he squeezed the dagger again, his eyes numb, and with a sneering sound, the tip of the knife fell deeply into her flesh and pierced her heart. .

Song Luan fell in his arms, and his lips seemed to have a contented smile.

It was almost the same as the picture she had dreamed of. She died in Zhao Nanyu's hands and died in his arms.

Zhao Nanyu pressed her head to her shoulders, dumb throat, he said: "well, well, no pain, no pain, don't cry."

"Well, you won't have pain anymore, right?"

At the moment of being stabbed to death, Song Luan's soul seemed to be pulled violently, and the memory pictures flooded up.

Song Luan remembered a lot of things, and she was actually very self-willed. Zhao Nanyu said that she likes the trouble of barefoot stepping on the ground more than a hundred times. She has never heard it. Shook her head, grabbed her feet and lowered her body to wear shoes for her.

This winter, the snow in the capital was so heavy, and the weather was colder than in previous years. Zhao Nanyu pushed her a big snowman. At that time, she hadn't asked her how long it took.

The snowman who spent so much effort must be cold.

This man has always been tolerant of her little temperament, tolerating her arrogance, he is reticent, he is overbearing and forbearing.

Song Luan hasn't been so relaxed in a long time, the soul is floating in the air, and many of the memories that do not belong to her have all penetrated into her mind.

Suddenly, her soul was pulled out of this world.

*

Song Luan opened her eyes again. She was lying at her desk, the computer was lit, and the computer pages were still on the interface of the book "Power Minister" in the literary city, which showed that it was completed.

She was in a trance, right, the minister of power was clearly not over yet. She shook her hand and opened the book, jumping from chapter to chapter, her heart sinking gradually, as the book was written according to almost everything she had experienced.

The ending stayed when she died.

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Song Luan sat stunned in front of the computer with a blank but innocent look. When she let Zhao Nanyu stab herself to death, she really didn't expect that she could come back.

Everything she experienced was like a dream, so unreal.

Song Luan touched the jade pendant on her neck for a long time. This was the jade pendant that Zhao Nanyu forced her to wear. It turned out...it was all true.

Her heart was empty and a little uncomfortable.

Song Luan turned off the computer, threw herself on the bed, and looked at the ceiling with her big eyes. She didn't fall asleep all night, and didn't fall asleep until she was almost dawn the next day.

She couldn't tell where she was. She once again saw the woman who was killed by a single arrow on the tower, but this time she was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress and a smile on her face. She should be extremely happy in her heart.

The man in white was holding her hand, clinging to her ear and not knowing what to say to her. The woman in the wedding dress bent her smiling eyes, laughing and scorning, and reaching out to hit him.

Song Luan tried hard to see the man's face clearly, but his face was always blurred, she couldn't see clearly.

Song Luan seemed to be trapped in this illusion again, and almost couldn't wake up, or she was awakened by the cell phone ringtone. Song Luan opened his eyes tiredly, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and his stomach was hungry.

She put on her shoes and planned to go out, only to find that she was wearing pajamas, and then she changed into pajamas in a trance, and went out with her wallet.

Song Luan just walked out the door of the community, and a man wearing a Taoist robe was sitting beside the sentry box. "Is it fortune telling?"

Hearing this voice, Song Luan turned his head subconsciously and looked over. The pupil shrank suddenly. It was the Taoist she once had a connection with at Fulu Temple.

The man raised his face and smiled at her, "Girl, let's count."

Song Luan rushed to him and squeezed his fingers, "Who are you?"

Who is he? ! Even if you know too much, why does he exist in both worlds?

The Taoist smiled slightly, "I don't matter."

Song Luan couldn't help but stepped forward to catch his hand, fearing that he would be the same as last time, and half of the words would disappear without a figure, "You know what's going on, right?"

Why did she wear a book, and why did the content of "Power Minister" change after she returned? Is it a dream for her?

The Taoist gently flicked her hand away. There was no emotion in this young face. He raised his eyebrows and said slightly, "It seems that you haven't remembered it yet."

"Remember?"

The Taoist thought a little, "I will tell you a story."

"I don't want to listen to the story! I just want to know what is going on."

The young Taoist had to tell her a long story.

A decree to tie the emperor's beloved little princess to the children of the southwestern border. You are reluctant to marry this marriage. Although the princess is not happy to marry a man who has never met, he has also heard of The youngest son, he is a well-known general, able to be capable and capable, and the main one is excellent.

In the southwest frontier town, there are all kinds of beautiful women of all ethnic groups who want to marry him.

On the wedding night, the little princess sat on the wedding bed in a disturbed mood, stirring the handkerchief to ease the inner tension. She waited for a long time before the gentle bridegroom's official came, and the red hijab in front of her was slowly lifted away.

The little princess saw a beautiful and elegant face, like a fairy in the world, and it made people dizzy.

The little princess was dumbfounded for a while, the man smiled at her, very polite, "Waiting for a long time."

Shizi is very polite, even on the wedding night, he seems to like her very little, and talking to her is like dealing with guests, not like treating his wife.

The innocent and romantic young man took the initiative and swayed in front of him throughout the day. Finally, one day, the precious son was moved by her simplicity.

The relationship between the couple is heating up rapidly.

The little princess is still too stupid. Shizi just got the news from her mouth, and she was only accepted by others.

The King of Southwest became the king and rebelled in the winter of the third year, and his most aggressive son became his helper in the capital.

The two met together, and the southwestern king hit Beijing soon after.

The guards in the capital retired, and the little princess was caught, and the desperate people regarded her as the last straw.

She caught her upstairs and they took his wife to threaten him.

Shizi was cold and cold-blooded, and he personally took the bow and arrow of the guard behind him. Without even a moment of hesitation, Jianyu flew directly over.

Song Luan sneered, "I said I don't want to listen to the story."

She didn't like the story at all, what a tragedy.

The Taoist asked: "Do you want to go back?"

she thinks.

She didn't like Zhao Nanyu much, and felt that he was too pitiful, afraid that he would be crazy.

She also wants to know her brother and miss that cute child.

"It's not impossible to go back," he said meaningfully.

As soon as the voice changed, he said again, "Let's finish the story with you. The little princess took a vow before death, and never wanted to meet him again forever."

If you meet again unfortunately, you will never fall in love with him.

This is the curse of the little princess.

If you still fall in love with him, you will not die.

The Taoist languidly looked at Song Luanyang's long back, and it was the third time the man had killed her.

He will never recognize his beloved woman, even if he exists every time to find her.

He is going to live tortured and live alone.

A man who scorns a girl, the man's obsession is too deep, entanglement is constant, endless.

*

Zhao Chao felt that Zhao Nanyu was crazy.

Song Luan is dead, but he won't let anyone touch her body, and he hasn't even been buried for a long time. No one will let that room in.

The Song family didn't know about it until a few days later. Aunt Lin spent a lot of money to invite the people in the dart board, and all the Song's domestic servants were called into the house of Zhao.

Zhao Nanyu was really teaching his brother to study at that time, except that his face was a little white, but no one could see his abnormality.

Aunt Lin’s voice has been crying for a long time, and her eyes are red. She needs to be supported by her maid to stand firm. Aunt Lin is a woman with exquisite makeup, but her heart is dead after her daughter’s death. I didn't think about it anymore.

She raised her hand and slapped Zhao Nanyu heavily. Her eyes were full of hate and her teeth were gnashing her teeth. "You give me back my daughter, even if I don't leave the body. I won't let her enter your Zhao's grave. "

How old was her poor daughter? ! At that time, she really shouldn't let her marry. Zhao Nanyu is a beast of a wolf heart.

Zhao Nanyu put his face blank, he was unscrupulous, "You can't take her away."

"I am her mother! I tell you Zhao Nanyu, my daughter married you for eight lifetimes, how could a good person die like this?! Hmm?! How can you tell her how many times you hurt her? How do you There is still a face that continues to hold her, and she pretends to be a tireless look. I feel disgusted when I read it." Aunt Lin grinned sorrowfully. "She might be ridiculous when she sees it."

If Zhao Nanyu didn't hear it, as if these words weren't attacking him, he picked up Brother Zhi and covered his ears, "You must not listen."

Shige buried his face in his neck, crying or not.

Zhao Nanyu stared blankly into the distance, raised his right hand and looked in the sun. That day he used this hand to kill his favorite woman.

With the sun shining on his shoulders, Zhao Nanyu still felt cold.

The only thing he is concerned about in this world is knowing brother. She loves this child. He naturally has to take care of it, otherwise she will blame him when she comes back in the future.

Aunt Lin hated him so much, pointing at the person she brought, and snarled, "Go and bring me out."

A group of people rushed up, and Aunt Lin also broke into the room. Her daughter was lying in the middle of the bed with a quiet look. The wounds and blood on her body were wiped clean, and her lips were rouge.

Zhao Nanyu approached step by step. His guard surrounded her. He looked at Aunt Lin indifferently and said, "I said, you can't take her away, she is mine."

Aunt Lin held Song Luan's body, turned over her collar, saw the wound on her chest, cried aloud, and asked, "How do you get your hands off?"

Zhao Nanyu pulled a very shallow smile. He stepped forward and snatched the person back, hugged him in his arms, his lower profile picture was whispering to his lover, "blame me, let others quarrel you."

Zhao Nanyu glanced at Aunt Lin, "You disturbed her to sleep."

Aunt Lin passed out quickly, pointing at his hand shaking, almost breathless, "You are crazy, you are crazy."

Even if he died, he would not let An Luan live.

Zhao Chaoyu couldn't bear it, and he couldn't bear to see it. He said, "Second brother, please let Ersao settle into the earth."

Zhao Nanyu gave him a glance, and his eyes suddenly became fierce, "You shut up."

"Second brother, the body will stink and rot. Even if you stay, you won't be able to stay for long, you might as well let her go."

Zhao Nanyu couldn't hear what any of them said, "Did I tell you to hear it?"

No one can disturb the time he and Song Luan were alone, she just fell asleep and would wake up.