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Mo Ran sighed softly, and he smiled: "Qiu Tong, the days have passed for too long, what I said in the past, what I didn't say, I have forgotten."

"..." The woman had already guessed the ink-burning mind just now, but when she heard this sentence, her body still shook violently.

"I have been dreaming these days. I dreamed that that day, I came back from Yinshan Mountain and entered the water prison. I saw that his hands were festering and full of blood..." The ink burned slowly, and at the end, the voice He tightened it abruptly, with a cold light in his eyes, "This seat, I'm not happy."

Song Qiutong said at a loss: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... No, Ah Ran... Listen to me... Calm down and listen to me..."

"This seat is not happy."

The ink burned but didn't seem to hear anything, lowered his face expressionlessly, and looked coldly at the woman who was curled up on the ground.

"You coax me, okay?"

His frosty look, coupled with such arrogant pleas, even though Song Qiutong has been with the king and the tiger for so many years, he can't help but straighten his skin and his scalp is numb. She smelled the breath of the wind and rain, raised her dark brown eyes, and looked up at him in a low voice, she crawled over and crouched beside the ink-burning ankle.

"Okay, whatever Ah Ran says is fine. What does Ah Ran want me to do to be happy? I must be well... well..."

The ink burned down, pinched her chin, and raised her face.

He smiled, very cute and innocent.

It was as if the first time he saw her at Confucianism Gate, two deep dimples were revealed, and he pulled her sleeves and said, "Little Junior Sister, what's your name? ... Oh, don't be afraid, I don't I hurt you, talk to me, okay?"

shudder.

After many years, he almost used the same expression, the same tone, but said something else.

He said sweetly and tenderly: "Qiutong, I know that you are sincere, and I will do anything to make me happy..."

His fingertips stroked her soft lips.

Her whole face is very similar to Shi Mingjing.

The ink-burning eyelashes trembled, looking at the two flower-like lips calmly, and finally said: "Then you, go to Huáng Spring Road and wait for the seat first."

"!"

He asked softly, "Okay?"

Song Qiutong's tears overflowed his eyes instantly, not because of sadness, but because of fear. She has long known that Mo Ran now mentions what happened when she was Ling Nüè Chu Wanning, and she will never have a good end, but at most she can only think of caning, thinking of demotion, she has exhausted all her courage, and she can't think of it. The ink burns will actually...

He does! He could bear it!

He He……

madman.

crazy... crazy...

The ink burned his head and laughed lowly, he laughed more and more presumptuously, more and more arrogantly, he kicked the door of the bedroom with a smile, and walked outside the hall with a smile.

He was romantically dressed in sandals and trampled the lives of thousands of people, and now it was her turn.

Crazy... Crazy! !

Mo Weiyu is crazy!

Song Qiutong knelt down on the icy golden brick and stone. The passion of joking Yaner in the palace has not yet dissipated, and the fire of hell has already burned. She opened her mouth and raised her head, struggling to look at the sky light pouring in outside the palace. .

Dawn came, and the sky was blood red.

Dye her eyes red.

She heard the ink burned away and drank, casually as if telling what to use for dinner today.

"Someone, drag the queen out."

"Your Majesty—!" The people in the Retinue Palace reacted in panic, "Your Majesty, this..."

"Throw it into the cauldron, fry it and cook it alive."

Song Qiutong suddenly couldn't hear anything, the whole person seemed to be sinking into the ocean, and couldn't hear anything.

"I cooked it alive, I cooked it lively, I cooked it alive, it was fun, haha...hahaha..."

He walked farther and farther, only the laughter and the shouts were like vultures, coiled around the top of death and life, and it would last for a long time.

Chaoyang dragged his shadow for a long time, a solitary trace on the ground, he walked slowly, slowly.

At first, there seemed to be two phantoms of young Qiuma standing beside him, and a tall and straight man in white.

Later, the two phantoms disappeared, leaving only the one dressed in white to accompany him.

Going further back, the man in white also disappeared into the golden morning light.

The rising sun is pure and holy, and took away the same pure and holy person, leaving him alone in hell, in a sea of ​​blood, and sinking in ghosts and ghosts.

He was the only one left, and the more he walked, the lonelier and colder he became.

At the end, he suddenly felt as if he was dead, he was dead...

Going crazy.

Mo Ran remembers that in the last year before he committed suicide, sometimes when he looked at the bronze mirror, he would not recognize what kind of monster was reflected in it.

He even remembered that the night before he was about to die, he was sitting in the bamboo pavilion of the red lotus water pavilion, with only an old slave beside him.

He asked the old slave and said lazily, "Gong Liu, tell me what kind of person I was originally?"

Before waiting for the other party to answer, he looked at the reflection in the pool water and said to himself.

"When I was young, I didn't seem to have such braids before,

Mian, I have never touched it before, right? "

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