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    Yin Zhiyuan clasped Ling Xiaoruo's waist with one hand and restrained her waving hands with the other. As soon as he breathed, the two of them stepped back. After some movement, Yin Zhiyuan pushed her into the corner and surrounded her.  Trapped in a small space.

    This fierce kiss caused Ling Xiaoruo's brain to suffer from a short-term lack of oxygen. But Ling Xiaoruo was Ling Xiaoruo after all. As soon as the short-term hypoxia was over, one of her hands reached into her arms to touch her.  On the cold handle.

    She held the handle of the knife tightly with her delicate hands, and her body was still struggling. If she had a choice, she was actually unwilling to hurt Zi Yuan, so she gave him a chance. If he pulled away when she refused, then she  The scalpel in his hand will not stab him.

    However, Yin Zhiyuan, who was taking Chinese medicine, had already begun to lose his spirit. Now that he had tasted such sweet beauty, he completely regarded his rejection as shyness, and the force of his suction became even stronger.

    "Well" Ling Xiaoruo kept struggling.

    However, after several struggles, she saw that Ziyuan still had no intention of pulling away, so she grabbed the handle of the knife and slid her hand to his back and stabbed him hard.

    "ah¡ª¡ª"

    The scalpel was extremely sharp, and Ling Xiaoruo's force was also very strong. The sharp tip of the knife completely penetrated Yin Zhiyuan's back. The pain of tearing his flesh made Yin Zhiyuan pause for a moment, and the force used on his lips was restrained.  , Ling Xiaoruo raised his eyebrows, thinking that Zi Yuan would let her go.  However, Yin Zhiyuan paused for a moment and then grabbed Ling Xiaoruo's red lips again as if he didn't care.

    Ling Xiaoruo narrowed his eyes, became determined and cold, raised his hand to pull out the scalpel, then changed the position and stabbed his solid back again.

    Yin Zhiyuan ignored the pain in his back and just bit her lip. Ling Xiaoruo stabbed the knife in his back for dozens of times. Not to mention Ziyuan, even her heart was a little shaken.  It hurts.  Wouldn't it hurt if he was stabbed with so many knives?  Or is it that she is not strong enough, or is in the wrong position?

    Ling Xiaoruo narrowed his eyes, turned his wrist, and the scalpel slid between the two of them. Once the direction was changed, Ling Xiaoruo didn't miss it and didn't know where he stabbed. In short, she took it  Then the knife was sent into Zi Yuan's body.

    "Ah" The feeling of black iron being penetrated into his flesh was very painful, very painful, and more importantly, the place where it penetrated this time was not other places, but his heart, the place that hurt him the most.

    He released his mouth that was wreaking havoc on her lips, but he still did not move away. He supported the wall with his arms, breathing heavily, and a hoarse and magnetic voice followed: "You are so annoying  Me? I hate it so much thatyou want to kill me?"

    Ling Xiaoruo stabbed wildly at first, seemingly losing her mind. Now Yin Zhiyuan let go of her lips. She rolled her eyes and saw the scalpel inserted into Yin Zhiyuan's chest. Once she saw it clearly, her  After a moment of confusion, she actually buried the knife as much as five inches, and the location she buried was all too familiar to a surgeon. It was the location of the heart.

    "Are you okay?" Ling Xiaoruo asked worriedly, looking at Yin Zhiyuan's pale and bloodless cheeks.

    Yin Zhiyuan's forehead was dripping with beads of sweat. His breathing was rapid and uneasy. He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the woman in front of him, and sighed: "Don't you just want me to die? If I die,  Will you feel better?"

    "Zi Yuan, can you please sober up? The person you love is not me, the person you love is Anping, Anping! She is your wife!" Ling Xiaoruo seemed a little afraid to look at the affection in his eyes,  That look hurt her eyes. How could he look at her like that?

    Yin Zhiyuan's back was stabbed with dozens of bloody holes by Ling Xiaoruo. The blood slowly dripped down his back, but he didn't care about the passing of life at all, because living was too painful for him.  .

    "I have never loved Anping. It was my mother who threatened me with her life to get me closer to Anping to please Anping"

    Such words made Ling Xiaoruo's heart shake slightly. What shocked her was that Mrs. Yin actually sacrificed her son's happiness for power. Is she still worthy of being Zi Yuan's mother?

    However, pity is pity, she has no feelings for Zi Yuan beyond being a friend, and she hopes he can understand this.

    "Whether you love her or not, she is your wife. As a husband, you must be loyal to her. Don't you understand this?"

    "Haha Yes, I should understand, I should understand, but" Suddenly a thick black blood spurted out from his throat. Yin Zhiyuan wanted to suppress it, but the force of the blood made him unable to  There's no way to dodge, I'm just bored like thatWhen she saw the wrapped man's face clearly, she couldn't help but cover her lips.

    Under the moonlight, the woman's face was pale and haggard, as if she had lost a lot of blood. Her dark hair was scattered on her shoulders, and traces of blood were faintly visible on her pink clothes. Ling Xiaoruo bit her tightly.  The back of his hand prevented him from making any sound.

    That dead woman was Anping, it was Anping!

    what happened?  Wasn't Anping fine just now?  Why did he die suddenly?  What happened?  Was she killed by Mrs. Yin?

    Questions were swirling in his mind, and Ling Xiaoruo felt his eyes suddenly go dark, and his mind was buzzing, as if he couldn't think.

    She hid behind the screen and watched helplessly as the eunuch threw Anping into the incinerator. When the flames filled the sky were lit, Ling Xiaoruo couldn't help crying.

    Anping, the woman who sweetly called her the Third Emperor¡¯s Wife.

    Anping, that woman with clear eyes without any flaws.

    Anping, the woman who has always protected herself.

    Did she just pass away like this?

    How could she die like this when she was still so young?

    Ling Xiaoruo lowered his eyes, his throat choked with sobs, and tears slipped silently, rolled to the ground, and turned into mud.

    In the incinerator, flames filled the sky, and the beeping fire kept burning. Ling Xiaoruo didn't know how he left there. He only knew that when he left, his heart was completely emptied, and his soul was already empty.

    After coming to ancient times, she has witnessed the death of too many people, from the death of her grandmother, to Xuanyuan Hong, to Zi Ling, and now to Anping. She really doesn't want to see anyone leave again, because,  Her heart will hurt, really hurt.

    "Anping"

    The steps under his feet were messy, Ling Xiaoruo slipped and fell beside a tree and cried, in memory of his young friend.

    Tired from crying, Ling Xiaoruo just dragged her tired body towards her palace. At this moment, she no longer wanted to care about Zi Yuan's safety, because her heart was extremely tired and she just wanted to rest.

    After entering the palace, Ling Xiaoruo wanted to throw himself onto the bed and sleep, but when he was about to fall onto the bed, someone grabbed him from the waist.

    Ling Xiaoruo was horrified and wanted to ask, but the person who came covered her lips.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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