In the dilapidated courtyard, a skeleton-like woman stood. She raised her face and stared blankly at the pear blossoms in front of her.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, but she seemed to be completely unknown. The wind blew up her sleeves, empty, and only a piece of hideous broken wrist bone remained.

She has no hands.

The door outside opened with a creaking sound, and then a woman in gorgeous clothes came over. The corners of her lips were smiling, but the bottom of her eyes was cold. Even the bright red lips were covered with a foul curve.

"Sister Qingci, I'll come to see you."

Lou Ziyin smiled and said, "Are you doing well over the years?" She smiled, and her smile became more and more beautiful.

Shen Qingci used his broken wrist to catch a pear blossom, but his long eyelids were filled with a tranquility.

"Haha..." Lou Ziyin covered her mouth and giggled again.

"Sister, I'm just here to tell you something. Haven't you always wanted to know what happened to your elder sister?"

"No matter how we are, we will be a sister, so we will tell you."

Lou Ziyin curled her red lips again.

"Sister, do you know? Your only relative is dead today. Your sister is dead. Do you know how she died? She was burned to death. She was burned to a ball of carbon black. People were twisted together. Do you know that in the past few years, she has sent a lot of money. Unfortunately, you didn't use a penny, so she died and died with your eyes open. Your Shen family finally died, but when will you go with them?"

She smiled so hard that her face hurt, but Shen Qingci seemed to have no expression or feeling at all. She just lowered her head and looked at her broken wrist. She was cut off her palms. She didn't know how the pain was, how heart-wrenching it was.

Lou Ziyin stretched out her hand and slapped Shen Qingci in the face with a slap.

"Shen Qingci, you are all cold-blooded. When your father died, you did not cry. When your brother was dismembered by five horses, you did not cry. When your elder sister was married to the most dirty man in the capital, you did not cry. Now that she is dead, she has broken limbs and is burned to death, why, do you still have no tears?"

Shen Qingci raised his face, and on his pale face, there were only a pair of cold eyes staring at the gorgeous woman in front of him quietly, but it made the gorgeous woman stunned for a moment, but soon passed, and then raised his charming red lips.

"You have been cut off your hands by me. Do you still want to kill me? Why, with your cut off your arm?" She raised her hand again, but Shen Qingci never even avoided it, just those cold eyes. Perhaps just like what others said, she had no heart, she was cold-blooded, and she didn't even have any joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

This time, Lou Ziyin never put down her hand, but gently patted Shen Qingci's face without any blood. You said why are you so stubborn? As long as you are more obedient and hand over the fragrance of our Lou family, I can let my husband let you live, or let him take you as a concubine again. Isn't it good to say this?

"Sister, don't be ignorant of ruthless. Look at how many people you ruthlessly killed," the woman in the gorgeous costume slaps her face again, but it's just like a biting cold in the tentacles.

Why is a person's body temperature so cold? But Shen Qingci in front of her is like this. Her body is as good as there is no body temperature at all. Without blood, there is no temperature.

"Sister, I advise you to give Xiangdian to your sister, so that your sister can help you prepare a thin coffin so that she can be buried in peace, so that she will not end up with a lonely ghost after death."

"Lou Ziyin..."

The cold is almost without a trace of sorrow, and the indifferent is almost impossible to experience the eight sufferings of the world.

Just these three characters, plain, broken, and tasteless.

Lou Ziyin was stunned and suddenly laughed again. Is her sister willing to say it? I haven't heard you call your sister for a long time. Are you not your favorite husband the most? That's right. She raised her lips lightly and her tone was slightly sarcastic.

You said, if you had known today, why would you have to be the first? If you had said it earlier, your husband would not have cut off your wrists and your white bamboo would not have died.

"Lou Ziyin..."

With this sound, some light finally gathered in Shen Qingci's cold pupils, but what reflected was a kind of hollowness.

She raised her broken wrist and placed Lou Ziyin's face glue, "Do you think you can no longer kill people without hands?"

"Aren't you just a broken bowl? If you don't ask yourself, why do you ask others?"

Lou Ziyin stroked her ink hair again, then stepped forward, and her white fingers placed on this strange-shaped pear tree. "This tree grows well and the flowers bloom very well, but..." She raised her face and left all the expressions on her face. "Sister, you should also know that my sister hates pear blossoms the most, so my sister will have someone cut it off tomorrow. How are you okay, sister?

The tree falling in front of her was as white as Shen Qingci stretched out the broken bowl again. There was a perfect pear blossom on it. She suddenly smiled, like this white flower, white and colorless and transparent.

She lifted her broken bowl and put the pear blossom in her mouth. The fragrance from nowhere made everyone outside the yard stop.

It smells so good, yes, it smells so good.

I don’t know which fragrance is like a pear but not a pear, like a plum but not a plum, or like a lotus in the snow, but it’s a bit cold.

"Lou Ziyin..." This is the third time Shen Qingci is calling this name. What she wants to remember, even if she becomes a ghost, she will not forget it.

"Do you really think that a hand that doesn't really mean you can't kill people?" Her voice was faint, but no one knew about it. At this time, she raised her other arm. This arm also had no wrist, but there were half a pair of scissors in her wrist.

These half of the scissors grew alive in the flesh, with the skin and flesh, with the bones, and with the flesh and blood.

Lou Ziyin slowly manages her own clothes. If you can still kill people, I, Lou Ziyin, can become the queen.

As a result, before she could finish her words, she felt her vest hurt.

She screamed and pushed the thin woman behind her. The woman's thin body was like a ghost, and even the wind would pour into the clothes. Shen Qing took a step back, but the wind still blew her empty body, and half a pair of scissors were growing on the broken wrist of her right hand.

Who said that people without hands cannot kill people? She didn't know if Lou Ziyin would be the queen, but she would kill her.
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