Chapter 4078

In the narrow courtyard on this side, both Huaiyan and lenia showed uncontrollable amazement.

These words are just for the people to shout, but if it's what the king or even the Gu Lord said.

That must be true.

Huaiyan was cold all over and seemed to fall into the ice cave. Looking at his white and plain look, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "why did you tell me..."

"Don't you want to know if I killed them?"

Dyed white, his face was calm, his fingers were quietly covered in his wide sleeves, and gradually tightened. I don't know whether it was because of tension or some other emotions. His palm was cold and sticky, and his bones were terrible.

"I said it now, believe it or not."

She looked at Huaiyan and lenia carefully and smiled lightly: "do you believe it?"

Huaiyan slowly stepped back and looked at ran Bai's look. He was frightened and complex. He didn't say a word, but it was that step. The step back seemed to have said everything.

Lenia looked dazed and at a loss.

Dyed white lips smiled a little stiff. She refused to look away and stared at him. Her eyes were simple and stubborn for a moment, and there were no impurities. That was her whole world.

"I didn't kill them. I don't believe in life." She said, for the last time, "do you believe it?"

Huai Yan's face was pale. He looked at ran Bai and suddenly turned around and ran out. His back was staggering.

For a time, the courtyard was quiet.

There was no sound.

The smile of dyed white lips has not been completely restrained, and she is witnessing Huaiyan's departure.

"Sister." Lenia took her hand. "Don't be afraid, I'll ask Dad!"

Then she ran out quickly.

There was only one dyed white, still sitting there quietly, like a sculpture, dying in the sun, silent.

After that day, Huai Yan never came again, nor did lenia.

Later.

Huai Yan is dead.

Died on the way to that little attic.

The boy held the paper crane folded in his hand and fell to the ground covered with blood.

He wanted to apologize to ranbai. He wanted to say that he believed her and that she should never believe what was said outside.

There's no chance.

…

Many blood clans were still blocked outside the palace for a result. They asked Leger to execute ranbai and the nemesis.

Lobe's parents fell to the ground crying and fainted.

Legaga sent the blood guard to watch the attic. He didn't let anyone in or ranbai out. Except that he would pick her up every time he took blood in the middle of the month, it was the same as detention.

Once again, she came out of the Gu Pavilion. She sat in the carriage without joy or sorrow, as if she was not the damn person outside.

But I don't know what went wrong. Her whereabouts were exposed. All the blood families pointed around the carriage and shouted to ranbai to get out.

Leger is not here, only dyed white.

On that day, the sun overhead was dizzy. After watching it for a long time, I would feel headache. It was obviously a sunny day, but there was no temperature at all.

She was too numb to recall.

Like a programmed robot, I'm sorry again and again.

Lobai's parents are crazy and push ranbai to the ground, while others push and shove. Those people point out to ranbai, and the stones, garbage and dirt from nowhere hit the almost swallowed figure in the center.

"What right do you have to say sorry?! why are you so cruel... How old are they?"

"It's you, it's all you!"

"Why don't you die!"

"You know you're a monster. It's all because of you."

"Are you willing to kill everyone?"

"You don't even have the right to be sad. You killed them. You should pay for your life!!!"

The hysterical voice pricked the eardrum, and thousands of words gathered together, like a sharp knife stabbed on the thin bones, one after another.

"Sorry... Sorry..."

She doesn't know what she did wrong.

It seems that she did everything wrong.

"I'm not a nemesis..."

That sentence was drowned in curses and swallowed up by more intense disgust and surging waves.

…

Ranbai was seriously ill and had a high fever for three days.

She'll be sad, too.

She didn't want to kill anyone.

She doesn't believe in fate.

——Never.

…

In 4774, a disaster swept through the whole blood clan, and the death spread rapidly. All the poisoned people died strangely in three days. Thousands of people of the blood clan died every day, shocking and panic.

Ranbai is imprisoned in the attic. He can't step out of the attic day and night and year after year. Even taking blood in the middle of the month has never been to the Gu Pavilion again.

The attic is desolate and overgrown with weeds.

Not at all popular.

Like a place forgotten forever.

She often waits quietly for a day, silently from sunrise to sunset.

There is only a narrow window in the attic. The window is facing a millennium peach tree with lush branches and leaves, and then up is the sky.

That day, Leger came and gently touched her head and asked her if she would do the blood family a favor.

In that tone, like many years ago, he asked her the same way. I heard you have a wish?

Not only my father, but also my mother.

Will smile at her and hold her in my arms.

They say that the blood clan is now facing the disaster of extinction and is afraid of difficulties. She is the only antidote.

——Because of her blood.

They said, "have you forgotten your wish? You said you wanted the prosperity and peace of the blood clan. We only need to draw a little blood. The people will not resent you if they know you saved them."

Once wish.

Yes.

Once.

The group who made a wish on the mountain a few years ago.

It's long gone.

Never go back.

Isn't that what she always wanted?

Dyed white bent the corner of her lips and whispered good.

Since then, in addition to sitting and waiting in the dark, there was one more thing in her days, that is, endless blood drawing.

She was born a freak, no tears, no pain, no crying, no pain, even if she drained her blood.

Now, this disgusting point seems to be of some use, at least to help.

"Aung... I'm so tired." It's a wonderful feeling to watch her blood run out drop by drop. The girl's long silver hair hangs down to her ankles. She is lonely and thin, pale as if she were transparent, and will disappear at any time.

The woman called a Niang said faintly, "just bear it."

Countless times.

Just bear it.

From the tenderness at the beginning to the perfunctory later, to the indifference without a word, then you can't see it.

"Will you love me?" Ranbai smiles, dimples and suddenly asks.

No answer.

All right.

She knows.

This disaster lasted for several years. Although no pathogen could be found, few people were afraid of the free antidote of infectious white.