Chapter 156： Backlash (two more)

Chapter 156 Backlash (two more)

The momentary greed in Murong Yong's eyes was like a greedy beast bursting out with a fierce and fierce light.

"It's too much." Gu Yanfei sneered, and subconsciously touched the sword again, only to see Gu Yunzhen slowly walking forward with an umbrella.

The large umbrella surface makes Gu Yunzhen's fair face particularly small, and the skin is as delicate as jade, like a Guanyin jade statue is gentle, dignified and demure.

However, the girl's mouth was shocking: "Second Master Murong, I will not marry you."

"The Murong family asked me to rejoice first, and regret my marriage later."

"You and I don't owe each other."

Gu Yunzhen's tone was very calm and calm, neither ashamed, nor resentful, nor meant to express anger, just telling the other party her decision.

After a long silence, he asked slowly, "You...really want to regret your marriage?"

His deep and deep voice revealed a hint of hoarseness, and he was tall and slender in the whistling cold wind.

"Yes." Gu Yunzhen nodded without hesitation, his expression and voice were still calm, and he looked up at the other party's eyes calmly.

This is her decision.

Murong Yong took a deep breath, and the cold and humid air was sucked into his lungs, bringing a hint of coolness, making him feel cold from the inside to the fingertips on the surface of the body.

The darkness of his moment just now was exposed in front of her, making him feel ashamed and ashamed.

Murong Yong stared at Gu Yunzhen, who was a few steps away. The shadow of the cypress tree above covered his face, making his face gloomy. He looked at Gu Yunzhen with a look that could not be described as shock or scrutiny.

She was different from any woman he had seen before.

She looks soft and supple, but in fact she is not compliant.

She looked gentle and demure, but she actually had her own character.

He squinted slightly at Gu Yunzhen, the shape of his eyes was extraordinarily long, and those deep eyes were tightly wrapped around her like chains.

Snowflakes floated on his head, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his lips, but he remained motionless, like a cold stone statue.

"It's still too late!" Shang Qingren said in a somewhat exasperated tone, "It's still too late to celebrate immediately."

As long as Murong Yong and Gu Yunzhen are here to worship the heaven and earth immediately, then the wedding ceremony will be completed.

"Chongxi" is done!

I will not be involved in this cause and effect...

Shangqingzhen's heart was beating wildly, and he rushed towards Gu Yunzhen in three steps and two steps, but was blocked by Murong Yong's cross arm, the young man's strong arm was like a long spear.

Murong Yong couldn't help looking at Gu Yunzhen, and asked again, "What if it wasn't for Chongxi?"

If the grandmother is not seriously ill and they will get married in April of the following year according to the previously set wedding date, will she still regret the marriage?

Murong Yong's deep eyes were still fixed on her face, with a bit of scorching heat, a bit of hope, and a trace of invisible reluctance.

"..." Gu Yunzhen's slender eyelashes were stained with a few snowflakes, which flickered when he blinked slightly.

There was a hint of confusion in his dark eyes.

Ke Chongxi was not proposed by their Murong family?

Seeing that Murong Yong was still in the ink, Shang Qingzhen frowned deeply and was about to push Murong Yong away when he looked up and saw Gu Yanfei's eyes that were half-smiling.

Shang Qingren's heart tightened, and deep fear rose in his heart.

After a quick assessment in his heart, he changed his tune immediately and said, "Without her, there would be Liu Muyu!"

"Second Young Master Murong, since she doesn't agree with Chongxi, let's stop arguing and go back to Murong's house."

They are going back to Murong's house now, and it's still in time for the auspicious time. As long as Murong Yong accepts Liu Muyu's congratulations, Mrs. Murong will be able to "live"!

Shangqingzhen's eyes were as sinister as an owl.

"That's too late."

Gu Yanfei said these four words meaningfully again.

Gu Yanfei raised his hand to catch a few snowflakes, his smile was as cold as snow, and his expression was determined.

As soon as these words came out, Shang Qingren's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand in the palm of his hand, and it was as if his soul was being pinched, and he was so cold from head to toe that there was no trace of warmth.

"Sigh!"

A strong smell of fishy sweetness came from his throat, the upper body of Shang Qingzhen leaned forward slightly, and a mouthful of blood was suddenly vomited out of his mouth.

The bright red blood was sprayed on the ground like a little red plum, which was shocking.

"Real man!" The little Daotong called nervously, and hurriedly went to help the Qing real man.

Shangqingzhen's pupils moved, and he waved his hand to push the little Daotong away. His face was as pale as paper, and there was still a line of blood dripping from the corners of his lips.

The handle of the whisk in his hand fell to the ground, making a banging sound.

Xiao Daotong exclaimed "Real people" again, trembling with fear.

Backlash, I was backlashed! ! Shangqing Zhenren didn't seem to have heard of it, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Murong Mansion.

The words Gu Yanfei said in the garden yesterday sounded in Murong Yong's ears: "My grandmother is very ill, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next winter snow..."

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the snowflakes are flying like catkins.

The wind and snow roared and roared, from the south to the north of the city.

"His!"

A rune paper with black runes painted on it was torn from the window by a large rough hand, and there was nothing on the transparent glass window.

Murong Hao carefully held the talisman paper, and turned to a red sandalwood Taishi chair next to him with a smile on his face.

"Meow meow meow!"

A five-month-old long-haired three-flowered squatting on the Taishi chair, barking loudly.

In the inner room, the four or five charms that were originally attached to the windows, the roof, and Mrs. Murong's body were all torn off.

"Little cat, let's play." Murong Hao personally presented the last talisman in his hand respectfully and placed it in front of the cat along with the other talismans.

Thin snowflakes drifted in from the window, and occasionally a few fell on the cat.

The cat didn't care, and casually stretched out the tip of its paw and scratched and scratched on the talisman.

"Crack..."

"Chak chah chah..."

The cat likes this kind of sound, making a "meow" sound happily, scratching more excitedly, and the sharp hook-like claws leave scratches on the talisman.

The Murong Hao couple and the other two people were all in the inner room, staring at the three-flowered cat on the Taishi chair, pious, respectful and fascinated, as if they were looking at their most cherished thing, and at the same time they were looking at the cat. their beliefs.

When the cat had had enough, he started tearing the talismans with his claws, one after another. The sound of tearing the paper made the cat even happier.

A pair of green cat eyes are shining brightly, and the long-haired tail behind him is fluttering briskly.

Every time the cat tore a talisman, everyone in the Murong family felt their hearts tremble and instinctively wanted to stop the cat.

"Small……"

However, when Murong Hao met those beautiful cat eyes, his heartstrings seemed to be tickled by something, and layers of ripples appeared in the lake of his heart.

In his eyes and in his heart, there was only the cat in front of him, and there was no other distraction.

The kitten is so cute, what is it to tear up a few talismans! !

"his-"

In the obsessed eyes of everyone, the cat casually tore off the last spell.

When the last spell was completely torn in half, it seemed like an invisible barrier had been slashed from the window, and the dark interior room became bright little by little.

The light gradually diffused into the room from the window, and spread all the way to the dim bed tent.

The cat jumped off the Taishi chair, jumped two or three times, then jumped on the edge of the bunk bed, squatted down gracefully, and looked at Madam Murong on the bed.

"Meow!"

The cat's milk purred, and the five-month-old kitten's meow was soft and cute, and the hearts of everyone in the Murong family were melted.

When the sound fell, the light also diffused into the bed net.

Old Madam Murong, who was lying on the bed, trembled with her closed eyelids, then slowly opened her eyes, her sagging and puffy eyelids half-open and half-closed.

The eyes embedded in the sockets were cloudy, lifeless, and without a trace of vitality.

"Meow!" The cat barked again, washing its face with its paws.

As soon as Madam Murong opened her eyes, she saw the little cat squatting on the head of the bed.

From the cat's eyes as clear as the blue sky, she seemed to see a beautiful girl.

"thanks……"

Old Madam Murong's shriveled and wrinkled lips moved, her voice was very soft, almost sighing.

Her lifeless eyes followed the escape of these two words, and a slight ripple swayed, soft and sentimental.

Thanks to it and its owner for giving her relief.

In the past three years, for her, it was like being in eighteen layers of hell. Every moment was suffering, torture, and suffering.

The corners of her wrinkled eyes were stained with a faint layer of water vapor.

Since her sixtieth birthday, her body has been getting worse and worse, until a wind chill three years ago made her body collapse completely.

She had a fever for three days and three nights. The doctor said that she had tuberculosis. Although she was reluctantly rescued, she was still lingering on the bed after that.

Gradually, she was sleeping more and less time awake.

Half-conscious and half-awake, the three sons begged in her ear to let her hold on, for the sake of the Murong family.

Of course, she also thought that her grandson was in a good age and had a good future. She would be able to shine on the lintel for the Murong family. She didn't want to delay her grandson because of herself.

She worked hard, worked hard, even if she was weak day by day, even if she was almost exhausted, she would still hold on.

One day, she was dying again, and she felt like she couldn't survive it...

was also that day, a transcendent voice sounded in her ears, that voice seemed to have some incredible power, directly piercing her soul.

Her soul was then bound by an invisible chain, which made her feel suffocated, felt cold all over, and felt that her limbs and body were no longer in control.

The days passed, and she lay on the bed and could no longer move.

Gradually, she smelled that her body was slowly rotting, and felt that her organs were dying little by little. Even when someone wiped her body, she could feel that her flesh and blood had long since decayed.

She couldn't move, she couldn't sleep, she could hear and feel everything that was happening around her, but couldn't do anything.

One day, she suddenly understood—

She was already dead, but was trapped in this ruined body.

She became a living dead.

(end of this chapter)