Chapter 1888 The Assassin Wife of the King of Nanzhao (69)

Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, raised her eyes, and walked into the house.

Pushing open the wooden door, with a creak, the cold wind blew in from the hole, and she shivered with cold.

The house was dark, and Luo Qingchen took a lantern from the door and walked in.

The moment she slowly raised the lantern, her eyes immediately turned red.

The entire Hualing House was exactly the same as the inner hall when they got married.

Every brick and tile, every blade of grass and tree, whether it was the placement of orchids or the position of candlesticks, or the huge bronze mirror.

All were perfectly reproduced...

Luo Qingchen looked at the scene in front of her, and she felt her heart beat, and wanted to cry loudly, but she found that she couldn't make a sound.

She always felt that she had been in a daze for ten years, but she didn't know how lonely and difficult these ten years were for Nan Yisheng.

Perhaps, she should try harder to escape and get back to him faster.

"Who told you to come in? You don't want to live, right?" An extremely cold voice came from behind, without a trace of warmth.

And this voice was so exciting and familiar to Luo Qingchen.

She gently fanned her eyelashes, slowly turned around, leaned against the bright moon and stared at him blankly.

Looking at his enchanting face that makes people indulge in eternal life, a face that seems to be a peerless work carefully carved by the best jade selected by God, and the eyes in the deep pool of the dark night carry an extremely powerful aura.

Such Nan Yisheng, she seems very familiar, but also seems... very strange.

She looked at his eyebrows, took a deep breath and pursed her lips, unable to speak, but tears fell first.

Nan Yisheng, who was holding a long sword in his hand, was obviously stunned when he saw her like this, and his eyes fell into a little confusion, but soon his eyes dimmed, and he spoke again: "Can't you see the plaque at the door? Those who enter the house... die."

As soon as the voice fell, Nan Yisheng, holding a long sword, jumped up and attacked in the direction of Luo Qingchen.

His swordsmanship was extremely fast, and he was worthy of being the best in the world. He left her no chance of survival between the flashes of swords and the shadows of swords.

But in fact, with her skills, she could still escape unscathed, but she didn't...

She closed her eyes, and the moment the sword flashed before her eyes, a strand of black hair slowly fell down.

It fell on the snowy land and on the tip of his heart.

The next second, he suddenly raised his eyes, and his deep eyes flashed with a tiny glimmer as he looked at her and said, "Why don't you hide?"

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the sword tip that was only a hair's breadth away from her neck, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and a drop of crystal tears fell on his long sword.

In an instant, she raised her right hand slightly and held the sword tip tightly.

The bright red blood fell drop by drop, and she pressed her palm harder, and the blood flowed down like a column.

But her face was indifferent, and she didn't even frown at her eyebrows. It seemed that she was not in pain, and it was not her blood that flowed.

His face was calm and composed, just like the snow on the ground, cold as frost.

Nan Yisheng's right hand trembled, and he directly let go of the long sword, and his tone seemed to be a little reproachful and roared: "What are you doing?!"

Why did he feel inexplicably excited when a woman he had never seen stood in front of him at this moment.

Why did his heart hurt inexplicably when he saw her palm bleeding.

Why did he feel familiar in her clear eyes...

Too many whys flashed in his mind, but he couldn't get an answer.

Until...

The hilt of the sword fell to the ground with a 'dong' sound, and Luo Qingchen came to him at a speed he had never seen before...

Nodding, raising his eyes, and sealing with a kiss.