"No, I heard that Beimen is planning to kill someone, and the streets are full of people watching!"

"Killing people? Killing people at this time. Do you want me to go out and kill people? What is that guy Feng Xie doing?"

Jian Yao also became sensitive. She stretched out her hand and tugged on the sleeve of the tapir, and whispered: "Let me find out who was killed?"

The tapir looked at her in surprise, then smiled and said: "As you command, my queen!"

In the cold wind, Ah Hong's tears dripped down her hanging hair and fell to the ground, turning into clear thin ice. She felt a lot of regret in her heart, but not too much hatred, because she didn't know where to go.

Who do you hate? Kneeling on the boundary between two lives, just waiting for the killing order, A Hong thought of the past,

There were many images, but none of them were clear, including the person who wanted her to die. She had always kept his first night in a soft and pure place in her heart, but suddenly she realized that when they saw him again, she had already blurred his appearance.

Only those blue eyes are clear.

It turned out that she didn't love him. Ah Hong understood that it was a kind of obsession and nostalgia for the past. There should be no beautiful stories between a person like him and herself. Life is not the romance in the opera.

The naked world opens your eyes, so Jian Yao always says: Ah Hong, you are too straightforward, this is not good!

This is not good! What can be better? Jian Yao always said that you have to learn to put on a mask, be pitiful and weak, pretend to be stupid, turn a deaf ear, everything is fine, just don’t be yourself! Ah Hong didn’t understand until now

Jian Yao had always been protective of her and warned her along the way but didn't remember much because

She was jealous, she was jealous of her situation, and he was jealous of his kindness to her. When Jian Yao chose to leave, she was still unwilling to leave. There was still a little extravagant hope in her heart. He remembered her. But even if he remembered her

So what? It was just a night of fish and water. Both she and he had experienced too much.

The commotion in the square gradually subsided, and Ah Hong knew that noon had arrived. She slowly closed her eyes, silently waiting for the executioner's footsteps, and then softly said sorry to Jian Yao in her memory from the bottom of her heart, but the executioner's blade

But not as expected

Instead of cutting off her head, he cut off the rope that tied her hands. There was a commotion in the square again. A Hong looked in the direction pointed by the executioner. Next to Supervisor Zhan stood a man with a jade tree and a blue face.

His robe is as bright as his smile.

Jian Yao in the sedan slowly lowered the curtain and breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she had expected that A Hong would bite her back, but she had endured it for so many days. Although she was always sarcastic towards her, Jian Yao

Yao still believes in her because of her simplicity, even though she is hostile, because there are very few such people.

In fact, A Hong was not as good as he seemed to her. After playing the piano for a long time at night, she would take her robe and complain and stare her back into the room. There were times when she was worried about Ye Jiang. Jian Yao knew that A Hong

She is kind, but Jian Yao didn't save her because of her kindness. She just wanted her to know one thing - that is, to be grateful!

The crowd outside gradually dispersed, and the slightly depressed streets in the afternoon returned to normal. Jian Yao leaned on his seat and pressed his forehead against the small window covered with a curtain. Through the curtain, he could vaguely see the crowds coming and going outside the car.

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Chapter completed!