"Let's go, if you don't go, the fire will burn here."
Qiao Yan suddenly whispered in her ear.
Ming Lanruo didn't struggle any more and just nodded. Only then did Qiao Yan let go of his hand.
She understood Yueniang's choice.
As a lover, I couldn't keep my beloved boy, and even in the hope of revenge, my innocence was taken away by another man.
As a mother, you can only watch your children turn into beasts.
As a red-blooded assassin, he is powerless to prevent his colleagues from falling.
Therefore, she lived in the "coffin" Liumu made for herself for more than twenty years, paying homage to her deceased comrades, paying homage to her desperate love, and burying her heart.
From this hell on earth that has been tortured for twenty years, death is the only escape.
She went into the underworld alone...to find her young general.
She walked forward in a trance along the dark corridor, and the blood in Yueniang's throat almost seemed to splash on her face.
Doesn't it look like the immortal Yueniang who walked across the Naihe Bridge? It's her who reminds her of many old things in her previous life...
Qiao Yan watched her expressionless and staggering ahead, and sighed secretly.
The young empress was probably shocked by this scene, and she didn't know what she thought of, but she looked so lost.
Please comfort her later.
The exit of the secret passage was by a huge toon tree, a hidden place. Ming Lanruo walked out and looked at the burning small building in the distance with some confusion.
"Qiao Yan...why can life be so difficult and miserable in this life? If we hadn't come to the village, would Yueniang have died?"
In her previous life, she was not recognized by the Red Blood Legion and had never met anyone in the army. So... could Yue Niang still be alive if she had never met her?
Did she change Yueniang's fate?
"Her heart died more than 20 years ago. Your appearance is an opportunity for her to be freed and the fulfillment of her mission." Qiao Yan said calmly.
Yeah?
Ming Lanruo looked at the dark sky, with dark clouds covering the sun and no stars.
"Is there anyone else waiting for Yueniang on the other side of the Naihe Bridge? Will Uncle Guanyun still be waiting for his sister there? Will they have an afterlife?"
She suddenly asked Cang Qiao in a low voice.
He looked at the blazing fire in the distance and said calmly: "Maybe it's just that the next life is so empty."
The smell of burning wood wafted in the air, and sparks crackled.
Ming Lanruo closed her eyes, and suddenly reached out and gently wiped her face. There seemed to be hot, red blood splashed on it.
It belongs to Yueniang, no, it belongs to Cang Qiao...
It was from the hideous, bloody wound on his throat in his previous life...
Ming Lanruo turned around, raised her eyes, and looked deeply at the person standing behind her.
This was not the first time she had seen the beautiful yet cruel scene of love-sacrifice in the fire.
She suddenly reached out and touched his throat.
At this position, a sharp arrow penetrated his throat, tearing open his beautiful and fragile throat.
She trembled slightly, tears sliding down her cheeks silently: "Cang Qiao... Cang Qiao..."
Are you in pain? It must have been very painful when you died... Your blood is so hot...
He looked at the girl in his arms quietly, what was she looking at through him?
