She dressed herself up beautifully, combed her hair with flowing hair, put on a string of pearl earrings, and dyed her lips red with red paper, making her as beautiful as a fairy.

However, a sad smile appeared in the eyes under the red hijab, filled with endless pain and despair, and she slowly walked onto the red sedan.

The sound of gongs and drums was deafening, and the sound of silk feet hovered happily in the sky, but Tong Ling'er gradually felt hazy, as if it was coming from the distant sky.

She thought she was tired, so she should close her eyes and take a good nap. Maybe after waking up, she would get the world she wanted.

Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and her body became lighter and lighter. She felt as if a gentle liquid slowly overflowed from the corner of her lips, and she knew it was blood.

He should probably die, and he should be able to be liberated.

There was still the sound of festive gongs, drums, strings and bamboos outside the curtain. She vaguely heard what sounded like a fierce fight outside, and the sedan swayed to the ground.

Immediately, there seemed to be the sound of the sedan bearers running away, and then a dazzling light shone into the sedan.

Tong Ling'er covered her eyes with her hands and saw a man in black clothes standing in front of her through her fingers. It was him, that man.

She raised the corners of her lips in a beautiful arc and curved her eyes into a crescent shape. She wanted to leave the most beautiful smile at the last moment.

"Have you come to pick me up?" Her voice echoed faintly, like the snow falling in June.

The man stepped forward and hugged her, crying bitterly: "I didn't write that letter, how could I write that letter~"

Tong Linger's eyes widened in disbelief. She held his face with trembling hands and said, "Are you still alive? I thought... I thought you were dead..."

Yes, she never believed that the letter was written by the man to her, but she thought that since such a letter appeared, it could only prove that the man was gone.

Therefore, she cried and laughed when she saw the letter. She was crying because the person she loved deeply in her heart was dead and had become a ray of soul, and she was confused between life and death. She was laughing because the man was dead, so she

Then they can follow each other and no one can stop their love from now on.

She agreed to put on her wedding dress, but the person she wanted to marry was not the eldest son of the county magistrate, but a handsome man. She thought the man must be waiting for her at Naihe Bridge, and she was going to find him.

But God's will played a trick on people, but the man did not return to Lihentian. She was standing in front of her alive, hugging her tightly and kissing her.

Well, at least he is still alive and well.

Tong Ling'er felt that her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and they could no longer hold up and slowly closed them. Her hands, as long as green onions, slipped from the man's cheeks.

Flowers fall and people die.

The man let out a loud roar, hugged the woman who was covered in blood and disappeared step by step into the world of prosperous summer flowers.

From then on, he never appeared again, and there was no news about him, as if he had disappeared from the world.

Then, the flowers in Huadu City disappeared overnight, as if it were a dream that was unpredictable, and the flower seeds collected by the people from all over the country disappeared after planting them.

There are rumors that the man sold his soul to the Demon Lord and became a devil protector. He put Tong Ling'er's body in an ice coffin, and collected the flower souls from Huadu City to raise her soul. The two fell in love from then on.

Stay dependent.

When Su Yeluo finished telling the story, the sky was already dark, and the night wind rustled the fallen leaves, and the whole world seemed to feel a kind of desolate pain.

Murong Qianqian sobered up a lot, looked at the vast night and sighed, "Hey, it's such a miserable story, but why doesn't the man have a name from beginning to end?"

Slowly regaining his mood to tell the story, Su Yeluo looked up at Murong Qianqian and said lightly: "Maybe it has been too long, and the world has forgotten the man's name."

Murong Qianqian exclaimed, feeling that there must be many omissions about what happened two hundred years ago, but this was the first time in a story that the hero's name was forgotten.

She thought that no matter whether this story was true or false, it was still a poignant and beautiful fantasy story, and she would definitely tell him about it when she met the screenwriter when she traveled back in time.

The window panes were blown by the wind, and the night wind blew in, causing the burning candles on the lampposts to sway slightly.

Murong Qianqian tightened her arms because of the cold. Su Yeluo took off his coat and put it on her shoulders in a gentlemanly manner, "Qianqian, don't catch a cold~"

It was such a gentle word. Murong Qianqian felt that even Xuanyuan Yao, who always showed gentleness to others, could not express such tenderness. Alas, he was really a wolf in sheep's clothing.

As soon as her thoughts changed, she suddenly thought that it was already so late now. When Xuanyuan Yao went back and found that she and Xiao Hei were not there, he would think that she had eloped with Xiao Hei, and would he be chasing her anxiously.

After thinking about it like this, Murong Qianqian hurriedly stood up and returned the coat to Su Yeluo, saying goodbye: "Thank you Luoluo for your hospitality today, I have to go back now."

Su Yeluo stood up and said with a slight smile, "Then I'll give it to you~"

Murong Qianqian took a look at the pitch-black night outside. Although there were still people going to the night market on the street, she couldn't help but feel scared, so she smiled and agreed.

As soon as the two of them left the room one after another, they heard a loud noise coming from the corridor.

"Master Mo hasn't been to Huadu City for a long time. He's such a rare visitor~"

"I'd like to invite Mr. Mo here. We've specially prepared good wine and food to entertain you today."

"We haven't seen each other for a year. We will never come back until we get drunk. Master Mo, please don't be polite to us today."

Murong Qianqian felt that she had heard a lot about Mr. Mo recently, and she didn't know if it might be Xuanyuan Yao's ice cube man who killed a thousand swords, but it shouldn't be such a coincidence...

Before the thought had even crossed his mind, Mr. Mo’s voice was heard indifferently, “Everyone, you’re welcome, how dare Mo do this~”

Hey, why does this voice sound so familiar? Well, it sounds a bit like Xuanyuan Yao.

After asking and answering questions, Murong Qianqian saw Mr. Mo's head peeking out a little bit on the stairs, with his round forehead, narrow eyes, high bridge of nose, and thin lips like cherry blossoms.

What a handsome Xuanyuan Yao that makes the gods angry!

After Murong Qianqian praised her from the bottom of her heart, she immediately trembled and hurriedly turned around and pushed Su Yeluo back to the room.

But perhaps because he was pushing a little too hastily, Su Yeluo behind him didn't react for a moment, and the two of them stumbled over the door frame and threw themselves straight in.

After a loud "bang~" sound, the door was kicked shut with a foot.

The person at the stairway heard the sound and looked around, but he had already disappeared. He grabbed a flying shoe and sighed: "Hey, people nowadays are so unqualified, how can they throw shoes around?"
Chapter completed!