"Here it is" When Chu Yao opened her eyes again, she felt like she was floating in the air.
And here she is smiled sarcastically, could it be that she is back again, or that rebirth is just a dream, or that it is also a dream now.
She looked down with cold eyes, she looked at Yi Yancheng without a trace, and turned to leave the room.
She saw herself lying on a ground of blood and fragments of the Imperial Spirit, her face was pale, and her eyes were wide open, and her eyes were full of unwillingness.
She had long since stopped breathing, but her hands were still touching the shards.
After a long time, she didn't know who found her, and kindly helped her call the police.
The police came, and there was another person with them.
The back of that person made Chu Yao feel extremely familiar, and she watched him slowly walk to herself who was lying in blood.
And not afraid of blood staining his clothes, she watched him pick up his body and hold it tightly, because on it, and the man was a man with his head down.
So Chu Yao didn't see the man's face clearly at all, the only thing was that this person gave her a very familiar feeling.
Of course, she didn't see the man's expression at this time, and the only thing she could confirm was that she really didn't know such a person in her previous life.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were having a good time."
This was the first thing she heard him say, and it was this sentence that shook Chu Yao's back.
Murong Qingyan It turned out to be him He floated down, wanting to confirm whether it was Murong Qingyan, and when he floated in, she found that he was as cold as him, but at this time, there were tears on his face.
And his eyes don't have any focus, like a doll that has lost its soul.
Chu Yao believed that if someone came over to play what he was doing at this time, he would do it with his consciousness.
"Young Master Murong, Miss Xia is dead."
I don't know how long he had been sitting in the room with her corpse in his arms, he had been sitting like this, he had been sitting on her blood, refusing to let go of her corpse, no matter who came over and wanted to remove his hand, he held it firmly, and had no intention of letting go.
At this time, another man who Chu Yao didn't know came over, he looked at him, looking at the corpse he was holding in his arms.
Chu Yao thought that he would also move away from him and hold his hand tightly, and the next moment he stupidly watched him walk into Murong Qingyan and punch him, and said this sentence: "When you found her, you should have taken her away, and it wouldn't be what she is now, who are you so decadent to show it, it's better to use decadent time to find out the person who killed her and avenge her."
Such a sentence made his eyes become radiant when he had no focus, but when he stood up, he let go of her in his arms, and even she couldn't see any of his emotions.
Just listened to him say, "Chu Yao, you wait for me to make the person who killed you pay the price he deserves." ” She wanted to go up and comfort him, but just as she was about to touch him, the picture changed.
This is a funeral, this funeral is very special, there are basically no people, and occasionally a few people come who are people Chu Yao doesn't know.
But listening to what they said in front of the coffin, it was not difficult to hear that they were people her parents knew.
And now on the side is Murong Qingyan in filial piety clothes and the man she doesn't know, and there are others, but they don't know each other.
She wanted to go up and talk to him, to comfort him, and to hope that he had forgotten her.
As he spoke, the style of painting suddenly changed again. “”，。
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