Chapter 1888
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Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and walked into the house.
She pushed open the wooden door. With a creak, the cold wind blew in from the hole, making her shiver.
It was very dark inside the house. Luo Qingchen took a lantern from the door and walked in.
When she slowly raised the lantern, her eyes immediately turned red.
The entire Flower Spirit House was exactly the same as the inner hall when they got married.
Every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, whether it was the placement of the orchids, the position of the candlesticks, or the huge bronze mirror.
It was a perfect replica …
Luo Qingchen looked at the scene in front of her. She only felt her heart skip a beat. She wanted to cry out loud, but found that she couldn't make a sound.
She always felt that she had been muddle-headed for ten years, but she didn't know how lonely and unbearable these ten years were for Nan Yisheng.
Maybe, she should try harder to escape, and use the faster time to return to his side.
"Who let you in? You don't want to live anymore, do you?" An extremely cold voice came from behind her, without a trace of warmth.
And this voice, to Luo Qingchen, was so excited and familiar.
She gently fanned her eyelashes and slowly turned around. Leaning against the bright moon, she stared blankly at him.
Looking at his bewitching face that could make people indulge in it for eternity, his face was like a peerless work of art that was carefully carved out of the best jade by the heavens. His dark eyes carried an incomparably powerful aura.
This Nan Yisheng, she seemed very familiar, but also … very strange.
She looked at his eyes, took a deep breath, and pursed her lips. She couldn't speak, but her tears fell first.
Nan Yisheng, with a long sword in his hand, saw her like this. His eyes fell into a bit of a daze, but soon his eyes dimmed. He opened his mouth again, "Can't you see the plaque at the door? Those who enter … will die. "
As soon as his voice fell, Nan Yisheng, with a long sword in hand, jumped in the direction of Luo Qingchen to attack.
His sword was very fast, worthy of being called the world's number one expert. Between the sword and the light, there was no way for her to escape.
But in fact, with her skills, she could still escape unscathed, but she didn't …
She closed her eyes. The moment the blade light flashed in front of her eyes, a strand of black hair slowly fell down.
It landed on the snowy ground, on the tip of his heart.
In the next second, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her with his deep eyes. "Why didn't you dodge?"
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the sword that was only a hair's breadth away from her neck. Her eyebrows trembled and a drop of sparkling and translucent tear fell onto his sword.
In the blink of an eye, she raised her right hand and gripped the edge of the sword tightly.
Bright red blood dripped down drop by drop. She pressed harder with her palm, and the blood gushed out like a fountain.
However, her expression was indifferent and she didn't even frown. It was as if she wasn't the one in pain, and it wasn't her blood that was flowing.
Her face was as calm as the snow on the ground, as cold as frost.
Nan Yisheng's right hand shook, and he directly let go of the sword. There seemed to be some reproach in his voice, "What are you doing?!"
Why did he feel inexplicably excited at this moment when a woman he had never seen before stood in front of him?
Why did his heart hurt inexplicably when he saw her bleeding palm?
Why did he feel a sense of familiarity from her clear eyes …?
Too many whys flashed in his mind, but he couldn't get an answer.
Until …
The sword hilt fell to the ground. Luo Qingchen came in front of him at a speed he never had before …
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