Zi-Jun mind is a kind of speechless frustrations

Zi-Jun mind is a kind of speechless frustrations. We seem to be underdone, but ... ah ... why so I came to wrap it?

"Wang Zijun ... ... you are out to seduce whom? ... ... So workers rushed to kill me ... ..." he weakly said, and continue to spill blood, mouth. His eyes still light was terrible, suddenly Taishou, grabbed Tsz-chun, skirt bitter one pull.

Who could not think of a seriously injured person could have such a large air force, Zi-Jun unprepared to flash your body, throwing himself in front of the yuan chao. She had time to Hutong, we feel broken from behind open blunt weight and grow numb.

The body, is through the pain, the Xia Yimiao was showered drop down.

Poof ... ... a spray of blood from her mouth. Remaining effort she hung his head and looked at his chest blood blooming gorgeous flowers. Then came the broken glass behind the loud, sweet shots, one after another exploded in the wound in her back, she has gradually feel pain.

Moments before darkness fell, she heard him say:

"I'm not missing you die."

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That before, after death, where is a place for everyone to come.

Zi-jun to know that he has no people.

She was not floating in a quiet little voice, the dark was not the least bit bright space. Whole body nice and warm, and felt like the sun.

Should be wound back. So many rounds of ammunition, there is no shot to go empty, all hit her back. It seems Gensho in that nick of time, pulling his own scapegoat.

What is meant by "death will not spare you," mean that. Even dead, we should also make a repeat. Is indeed the yuan Tai Shaoye to do at home to send, how do not want to lose. However, Zi-jun feel depressed, she and Yuan Zhao was not so familiar with it? Why did he arbitrarily decided to let her "life and death go hand in hand" it?

She was early twenties, she did not live enough ah. 1:00 God did not pity her, and married a husband like the enemy, death to befall have dragged her to hell. Amidst the strains of any rate is the Wang family - she suddenly wanted to know, Wang learned of her death, the yuan will be how to face the home? Her uncle, a few crafty aunt who will slaughter this right Yuanshi business?

Anger? She has not come out of anger. Civil Administration from entering the door that moment ... ... no, or even earlier, in her grandfather told her that is called the Da Shaoye Gensho from the time of the marriage, she was destined for Si Qiaoqiao fate.

The first, how can a 囧 Zile De?

She looked down at his hands, soft palms like a satin smooth skin. Natiao lifeline stretching from the palm down, has been connected to the wrist. She could not help but smile: she was not supposed to be short-lived.

"... ... Huh?" Looking at the palm of your hand, and she Lengle Leng. "How ... ... see?"

There is not any point in the source, why she would see our own hands? Re-nutation a look, is not only a hand, even the body, feet and bodies everywhere she can see clearly.

She ... ... in the light?

Really strange, this is not meant that she'd be access to heaven?

Suddenly, the body came under the power of drag Yi Gu, such as storms continue to absorb the flow of the eye, or swallowed up of all existence of black holes. Her body can not be curbed to the sink, getting faster and faster and faster.

What's Here? Her face up. Unfortunately, apart from himself, and she could see nothing. Loud Jiaojiu Ming? Funny, she has no life as early as the ah.

... ...

... ...

But soon enough, this trend seems to be to stop the flow, and she finally could not see even their own.

Body warm, it is no longer is so suspended in the liquid in weightlessness. Myself as a doll into the bladder was filled with cotton inside the group, there can be a real touch of the container, thus also awakened consciousness. Those tiny nerve endings, such as silk, a one to re-extend to, such as Fu-born snake, like spit Nobuko, carefully perception forward to this strange world.

Fingers, moving the action. Fingertips to bring delicate texture.

Is like ... ... the quilt?

Her eyes gradually clear up, however, is still the middle of the night in general color.

But she determined that she saw something. As a result, blinked his eyes, his head seemed to hobble around a huge shed, cut out a detailed and complex carvings. Beaulieu Deng-yun, Jin Fengxiang empty. Four weeks dropped a thin gauze, slightly light coming from the Lianwai thoroughly.

"Well ... ..." She Menheng heard, a sudden burst of head pain, so she almost lost consciousness. May be only a moment, and then the pain disappeared, as has been in a hit to open within the breaking of the hard shell of the walnut, memory depths, exposing more than ever the image to. There are more girls in the Qing laughter, the elderly Nianxu nod of approval, there are fresh clothes angry horse Shaonian Lang ... ...

Death will not miss you.

... ... Who? Who are you?

Zi-Jun afford to eyes open. Seems to be such a moment, she realized he was actually lying on a big bed.

This is not that she did not kill me, then ran back to the Yuan family's mansion house, right?

Or wrong on top of the bed there is no such dragon phoenix shed away, nor surrounded by planted Sha Zhang. In that European-style room, Chinese style carved swing, is not the odds got a one star.

Body is not heavy, nor do I feel pain. She unconsciously touched his back - intact, small bombs blowing Yupo skin and soft just like a full moon baby.

Loophole then? It's that gone? Could it be that previously occurred in the yuan's family home, the bloody house, all of her nightmare?

... ... Or that her current situation, is in a dream?

Carefully Paqi body, the chest a cool, Jinbei fall in around his waist, her hair down and also tilt with the movement, as if a scene redolent with fragrance fragrance the night, sprinkling submissively behind the front. She looked at his body Zhengzheng trance.

This is not her body. She has 21 years of age, is no longer a Sentimental, such as bud little girl. May be present, even the breast of her body were still petite - Mature body forever, she was maddening.

"Is it possible that this is the legendary wear the more ... ... ... ...?"

How to do? She crossed, but also one that she totally could not find north.

Is not never seen tenrai teach text, nor is it not highly influenced by the network literature. "Through the" what is meant by the word, and she very clearly. It's not just jump from one time to another time and space, but a life and soul of great change.

Since then, she was no longer a Wangzi Jun is no longer living in the twenty-first century people.

... ... As long as not killed a man, is a matter of rejoicing ... ...

She Motoumeinao come to think of this sentence. Right ah, change to this situation, she was glad she was still in the individual.

However, what exactly is killing days, "frail health," she ran to where damage come from?

Bank of the Bank, and top priority is to let her know who she was, this is where there is ... ... can not return.

She gently climbed up, in a snow-white body with only the clothing, cuff considerable, clambers up some time when she had a little wrist, throw off get in the way of the sleeve swing.

Climbing the two steps, however, and she touched a soft warm Wu Shi. Deep night, she Yingyingchaochao to renowned for seems to be a manual.

She was surprised, unconsciously let go his hand. While this is a living person's hand, but she was still uneasy.

Why is the owner of this hand would be with her appear in the same bed?

Suddenly, the hand rapidly grasp her wrist, a pulled severely, and she had a chance to scream out loud, he was that kind of strength fall upon the throat!

Gauze has been blowing over the Po Kong comes Ye Feng, willowy gesture as dancing sleeves of the female immortal. A slight fall on her bright eyes.

Her throat was a large hand grip, although not afterburner, she also felt that the fingers of the hidden tyranny. She was forced to lie in a person's body, the reluctance to use hands propped himself up, long hair shop scattered fallen head, she was right on a man's face.

Slightly pale color, go with the stream spread contrasting raven black hair. Slightly higher in double Feng Mu, Jian Mei into the temples, bridge of the nose end of Ting. Thin lips covered by his long hair, and her hair hanging down, with his scattered together.

The man's hand, are cards with her neck.

The man's face, she recalled. They have not for a long time face to face, she would not have carefully read his face. However, she will always be sure you remember, this pulled the man to die with her. That is --

"... ... Gensho?!"