Chapter 1888: Nanzhao Wang's killer wife (69)

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Luo took a deep breath and lifted it up and walked toward the house.
Pushing the wooden door, ‘吱吱’, the cold wind blew in from the hole, and she was cold for a while.
The house was very dark, and Luo Ding took a lantern from the door and walked inside.
When she lifted the lantern slowly, she immediately blinked.
The entire Hualing House is exactly the same as the inner temple when they were married.
One brick, one tile, one grass and one wood, whether it is the placement of the orchid or the position of the candlestick, or the huge bronze mirror on that side.
They are perfect replicas...
Luo Dust looked at the scene in front of him, only felt that his heart was jumping, he wanted to cry, and he found that he could not make a sound.
She has always felt that she has been jealous for ten years, but she does not know how lonely and lonely this year is for Nan Yizhen.
Perhaps she should work harder to escape and return to him with a faster time.
"Whoever let you in, don't you want to live?" There was a cold and cold sound behind him, without a trace of temperature.
And this kind of sound is so excited and familiar to Luo Dust.
She gently swayed her eyelashes and slowly turned around, leaning against a bright moon and watching him like this.
Looking at his fascinating world of eternal life, a face is like a peerless work of the best jade in heaven. The nightmare of the dark pool has a powerful and powerful atmosphere.
Such a Nanyi, she seems familiar, and seems to be... strange.
She looked at his eyebrows, took a deep breath and licked her lips, could not speak, but the tears fell first.
Nan Yi, who had a long sword in her hand, saw her look so obvious, her eyes fell into a little blur, but her eyes quickly dimmed and she said again: "Is the plaque at the door invisible? The entrants... die.

As soon as the voice fell, Nan Yizhen held a long sword and jumped in the direction of Luo Ding.
His swordsmanship is extremely fast, and he is the first master in the world. She does not give her a living path at all.
But in fact, with her skill she can still retire from the body, but she does not...
She closed her eyes and the knife flashed past the moment before her eyes, and the blue silk slowly fell.
Falling in the snowy land, fell on his apex.
The next second, he suddenly lifted his eyes, and the deep glimmer of shimmering shimmer looked at her: "Why don't you hide?"
She slowly opened her eyes and looked at the sword wing that was only a little different from her neck. The eyebrows trembled, and a drop of crystal tears fell on his sword.
In an instant, she lifted her right hand and held the Jianfeng tightly.
The red blood fell down by drop, her palms pressed harder, and the blood flowed down like a plump.
But her face was faint, and even her eyebrows did not wrinkle. It seems that it is not her pain, but it is not her blood.
A face is calm and self-sufficient, just like the white snow on the ground, cold and frosty.
Nan Yi's right hand trembled and directly released the long sword. The tone seemed to be a blame with some blame: "What are you doing?!"
Why is it that at this moment a woman he has never seen before stands in front of him will feel inexplicable excitement.
Why does the heart feel inexplicable when she looks at the blood of her hand?
Why is she so familiar with her clear scorpion...
Too many of them flashed through his mind, but he couldn't get an answer.
until……
The hilt ‘咚’ landed, and Luo Dust came to him at a speed that he had never had before...
Dagger, lift, seal with a kiss.