In the past, when she was the owner of this harem, she liked to boat on the lake the most.
The water lilies are covered with sleep, and a flat boat shuttles in it, wandering around at will, and can secretly sleep for a good time under a certain water lily.
No one can find it.
At that time, her time was probably very good.
She had gradually lost her memory of the sun and weather, and many beautiful things had begun to blur.
This may be to selectively forget something, and then use more thoughts to remember the hatred that does not share the sky, and then, planning, how to take revenge.
Thinking about it, I felt a little stunned.
That used to be her life, but now she is no longer Qin Xuanji.
She is a humble and desperate person to survive.
Just as her mind was constantly passing by, she suddenly looked down, and suddenly saw that among the shadows under her feet, an extremely sensitive figure suddenly flashed in front of her.
At this time, she happened to turn past the flower arch, and the shadow disappeared.
The sudden change made her heart a little cold, just now she was only thinking about the past, but she didn't realize that there was someone.
The lotus pond behind the arch stretches as far as the eye can see, the high weeping willows on the shore are covered, the acacia trees have pulled out new leaves, and the branches on the ground are swinging.
The stormy lotus pond always looks a little crazy.
She couldn't express the feeling, she just wanted to get out of this place quickly.
She just thought about speeding up her pace back to Qinghuan Garden.
Suddenly, the shadow reappeared, and this time, he jumped out from behind her with lightning speed.
In his hand, he pulled a short rope the thickness of his thumb and strangled her neck.
The feeling of suffocation and pain immediately came to her head, and her head was dragged backwards with all her might, and the black shadow was so strong that she pulled the rope backwards at both ends, and she felt as if her head was about to be taken off.
It was hard to breathe, and the suffocation made her face turn a blue purple.
This change was instantaneous, she was not prepared at all, her whole mind was on the past.
The silent night suddenly gave birth to infinite killing opportunities, and she felt that her head had become chaotic, and she clung to the rope around her neck, trying to tear it apart.
So that I can breathe a little.
However, the person behind her is so powerful that it is difficult for her to take advantage.
His neck was strangled by a rope, and he couldn't lift his breath at all.
If that person doesn't let go, she'll be killed.
Between life and death, she made a choice, and if someone wanted her to die, then she couldn't let people get her wish.
Between suffocation and pain, she let go of the hand that was tugging at the rope around her neck, closed her eyes to endure the great pain, and reached out to quickly pull a dagger from her sleeve.
Almost instantly, the dagger came out of its sheath, and she stabbed her backhand at the man behind her.
The man who was clinging to her behind her, tugging at both ends of the rope to strangle her, seemed to be frightened by the sudden dagger that had pierced her, and jerked backwards.
The rope in his hand was also subconsciously loosened.
When she finally relaxed, she retched lifelessly, and her face changed from bruised just now to now as red as blood, somewhat colored.
She retched and looked up at the man in black under the acacia tree, slender and could tell that it was a woman.