Chapter 2

Lou Ziyin's whole face was twisted. She ran forward, but Shen Qingci, like a ghost behind her, held up her broken wrist and tried to kill her.

"Help, help..."

Lou Ziyin knew for the first time that she was afraid. She rolled forward, but she was stabbed several times. Her skin and flesh were all punctured, and there was a deep smell of blood in the air.

The door outside was pushed open with a bang. A young man came in. When he saw the situation inside, his face was blue and blue. He kicked Shen Qingci with his broken wrist under the pear blossom tree.

At the same time, he raised Lou Ziyin, whose flesh and blood was blurred. His heartless voice also broke out of the corner of his lips.

"Come on, beat me to death."

Several servants have rushed over with sticks, all of them are vicious, and the green veins on the back of their hands are also jumping.

Shen Qingci is still lying on the ground like that. She just breathes a little. Everything in front of her eyes is folded in the cold pupil, and then it gradually disappears.

This is the man for whom she has given everything. This is the man she has chosen for herself.

Hello, Huang Le'an. It's very kind of you.

Her father died in a few battles for him.

For him, her elder brother was torn apart.

She had her wrist broken for him.

She didn't even have her only sister for him.

For her, her family was ruined and her family was ruined.

"Ha ha..." She laughed, but the tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes, and the only thing that crawled across the tip of her nose was inexpressible bitterness and bitterness.

She doesn't love, she doesn't love at all.

Bang, those sticks hit her body hard, that kind of pain, not less than the original broken wrist, she heard her leg bone broken, but she did not cry, she did not cry, she just shrunk her body, it seems that only in this way, can not pain, can not pain, but those sticks fall down the moment, it is broken her body Every bone, every inch of flesh.

No one can bear such pain, muscle and bone, skin and flesh, from the inside to the outside, all split, all broken.

She couldn't even get up. Her eyes were already bloody. With another bang, a stick hit her forehead. Her brain crashed. It seemed that nothing could be heard in her ears, but the broken light fell between her pupils.

Is it snowing? One piece after another, very white, very clean

Mother said, mother's little ah Ning, I hope you will be treated like a treasure in this life, for you to block all the pain, for you to cover all the wind and rain, mother more hope that your life is not know what pain?

However, no one, no one for her to block the wind two, no one for her to block the pain.

She opened her eyes like this, the blood color spread between her pupils, the white light she saw gradually disappeared, only pieces of white snowflakes falling in front of her eyes.

It's really snowing.

Fortunately, there are still people to see her off in this world. She is not afraid of death, and she doesn't hurt

Well, it doesn't hurt. It really doesn't hurt

The bones of her body were broken slowly

"Well, why are things so fragrant? It turned out to be a pear tree. "The man's voice did not know where it came from, but it was so pleasant to hear,

" Tut, it's a dead man. Who is so cruel and cruel that he can beat people like this? "

This is Shen Qingci's last consciousness and the last voice she can hear.

She heard footsteps approaching her, seemed to be not far away from her, perhaps closer, a wisp of Sanskrit incense dream, very peaceful taste, and then her body a warm, as if something covered her body, she trembled her long eyelashes, only remember that a beam of light let her see the pieces of white falling in front of her eyes from time to time. It turned out that it was not snow, but flowers.

She saw a piece of wrist, a man's wrist, a wrist with hands, and a scar like a crescent moon above his wrist

"Thank you..."

She wriggled her pale lips, her eyes closed slowly again, and this time, she would not wake up again

"Do you smell it? How delicious

I don't know whose voice it is?

"Yes, how can it be so fragrant? What kind of fragrance is it? Where does it come from?"

But I don't know why. In a certain year, in a certain month, on a certain day, almost all the people in the capital can smell a wisp of fragrance, which seems to pass in a flash, and then there is no trace. When people want to explore, they can never find this light fragrance.

And then there is mention in time, still remember that trace is not into the soul of the fragrance

In fact, no one knows, this is just a woman's life at the end of her life.It is said that the daughter of the Lou family is good at making incense. However, the Lou family has a Book of incense, which records a hundred kinds of incense. All kinds of incense are of great value. However, after Lou Xuefei, the daughter of the Lou family, no one can make incense any more.

Lou's family and Xiangdian are missing and have no trace.

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