Chapter 2: Good smell

Lou Ziyin's painful entire pretty face was twisted, she stumbled forward, but Shen Qingci, who looked like a ghost behind her, held up her severed wrist and wanted to kill her.
"Come on, help..."
Lou Ziyin knew she was scared for the first time. She even crawled forward, but was stabbed several times. The skin and flesh on her body were all pierced, and there was a deep smell of blood in the air.
The door outside was pushed open with a bang. A young man walked in. When he saw the situation inside, his face was completely blue. He kicked it and held it. Shen Qingci kicked the broken wrist under the pear tree.
He lifted up the and Lou Ziyin, and the ruthless voice broke out of his lips.
"Come on, beat me to death with a stick."
Several subordinates rushed over with clubs, all of them were fierce and evil, and the blue veins on the back of their hands were jumping.
Shen Qingci was still lying on the ground like that, she just exhaled slightly, Leng Tong also folded everything in front of her, and then gradually disappeared.
This is the man she has given everything for, and this is the man she has chosen for herself.
Huang Lean, hello, you are so kind.
Her father died in a few battles for him.
She was divided by five horses for her eldest brother.
She had her wrist broken for him.
She didn't even have her only sister for him.
For her, her family broke down and people died, neither people nor ghosts.
"Hehe..." She laughed, but tears rolled out of the corner of her eyes, and what crawled over the tip of her nose was only unspeakable soreness and sorrow.
She doesn't love anymore, she doesn't love anymore.
With a bang, those sticks slammed on her body. The pain was no less than the original broken wrist. She heard that her leg was broken, but she didn't cry, and she didn't cry that it hurts. Just shrinking her body, it seems that this is the only way to avoid pain and pain, but the moment those sticks fell, they shattered every bone and every inch of her body.
No one can bear such pain, split muscles and bones, skin and flesh, from the inside out, all torn apart, all to pieces.
She couldn't even climb, her eyes were already bloody, and there was a bang again, and a stick hit her forehead, her brain burst, and it seemed that she couldn't hear anything in her ears. It's just that the broken light in front of her fell between her pupils.
Is it snowing? One slice after another, very white, very clean...
Mother said, mother's little Ah Ning, mother hopes that you will be treated like a treasure in this life, to block all the pain for you, and cover all the wind and rain for you. My mother hopes that you will never know all your life. What is pain?
However, no one, no one to protect her from the second wind, and no one to protect her from the pain.
She opened her eyes like this, and the blood spread between her pupils, and the white light she saw gradually disappeared, except for patches of white snowflakes falling in front of her eyes.
It is really snowing.
Fortunately, there are still people who see her off in this world. She is not afraid of death, and she does not hurt...
Well, it doesn’t hurt, it really doesn’t hurt...
Slowly, she closed her eyes, the bones all over her body were crushed, and the flesh and skin were also opening. What is faintly visible is the thick bones in the broken bowl...
"Hey, why do I think things are so fragrant? It turns out to be a pear tree," the man's voice didn't know where it came from, it was so nice.
"Hey, he's a dead person, he died like this, who is so cruel and can beat people like this?"
This was Shen Qingci's last consciousness and the last voice she could hear.
She heard footsteps approaching her, it seemed that it was not far from her, perhaps closer, a scent of Brahma scented into a dream, very peaceful, and then her body warmed, and something seemed to cover her. On her body, she trembled her long eyelashes, only remembering that a ray of light showed her the white patches that were falling from time to time in front of her eyes. It turned out that it was not snow but flowers.
She saw a section of a wrist, a man's wrist, a wrist with a hand, and the crescent-like scar above his wrist...
"Thank you……"
She wriggled her pale lips, her eyes slowly closed again, and this time, she would not wake up again...
"Did you smell it? It smells good!"
I don't know whose voice is?
"Yeah, how could it smell so good, what kind of fragrance is this, and where did it come from?"
I don’t know why. In a certain year, a certain month, or a certain day, almost all people in the capital can smell a scent of incense. It seems to pass by moments, and then disappears. When people want it When I searched, I couldn't find this light fragrance again.
When I mentioned it later, I still remembered the smell that seemed to be submerged in my soul...
In fact, no one knows, this is just the fragrance of a woman's life at the end of her life.
Rumor has it that the daughter of the Lou family was born with strange incense and was good at making incense, and the Lou family had a scent book that recorded a hundred kinds of incense, and all kinds of incense were of great value. Only after Lou Xuefei, the daughter of Lou Xuefei, no one could make incense.
Lou's family and Xiangdian disappeared, no trace.