"Stop... Stop, Liang Junshang!"

She was trembling all over, her hands were trembling constantly, and she knelt at Liang Junshang's feet in such a embarrassing manner, and asked crying: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing?"

Liang Junshang showed a sarcastic smile and kicked Yan Bai away, "I have always been very sober."

He bent down and whispered: "Do you know? My parents died like this back then. They died under the flute of the Lord of Jueyin Pavilion."

Yan Bai's eyes were so bitter that they pierced their bodies. She couldn't believe what she heard, and finally understood why the absurd scene in front of her was.

Liang Junshang never mentioned his parents when she was with her. She never said anything about her fear of touching Liang Junshang's sadness.

Never expected...

Never expected it.

"There must be some misunderstandings in this. My father could not kill innocent people..." Yan Bai watched himself helplessly. His former classmates died tragically under the sword. She was like crazy and grabbed Liang Junshang's clothes and begged hard. Her face was full of tears, and she could not see any scenery belonging to the bride. Her voice was hoarse, "Stop... Please."

She was wearing a wedding dress and kneeling at his feet in a very embarrassing way.

"Misunderstanding?" Liang Junshang sneered and said to her gentleness: "Do you know how long I have been waiting for this day? Since the first meeting with you, I hate it, I hate it so much. The Lord of Jueyin Pavilion is so glorious, how could he remember the ordinary person who died under his flute for no reason."

Yan Bai looked at him blankly, the light in his eyes faded, and he was desperate and silent.

She couldn't believe it was Liang Junshang.

"Take it down and press it into the dungeon." Liang Junshang turned around and said coldly, clenched his hands tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out. He restrained and endured to the extreme, and then maintained his cold appearance and turned around and left without hesitation.

That day,

Jueyin Pavilion is hung with red silk, covered with happy characters, and the bride's phoenix crown and red robe.

All were stained with blood.

The screams ran all night.

Blood flows into a river.

Thousands of people from Jueyin Pavilion left only Yan Bai's life and were imprisoned in a dungeon where there was no sunlight.

At this point,

Yanbai became the orphan of Jueyin Pavilion.

A large sect was destroyed overnight. When such news spread, the entire martial arts world was alarmed.

Liang Junshen took the initiative to stand up at this time.

He took out evidence of the collusion between Jueyin Pavilion and Xuesu Palace, proving that Jueyin Pavilion is dead.

People in the righteous path of the world are most jealous of being with cults. They are ashamed of being a hero. Even if they see Jueyin Pavilion, they will spit out a few mouthfuls before leaving. No one sympathizes with Jueyin Pavilion, and even point fingers, saying that they deserve it and have more than death. If they collude with the cult, they should end up in this way and they will not die well.

Liang Junshang hid the news that Yan Bai was still alive. He killed Yan Bai's whole family, leaving only Yan Bai.

Because... I can't bear to bear it.

Even if Liang Junshang doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he can't kill Yan Bai.

He also hated such a person, hated that Yanbai's parents killed his whole family, and he also felt compassion for his enemy's daughter, even... moved.

Because it is unacceptable, I simply avoid it.

Yan Bai was locked in a huge and empty dungeon, and there was always darkness around him, without any sound, and no one. Every day, Yan Bai could not see anything except those who delivered food regularly and at regular intervals.

Such quietness will really drive people crazy.

Yan Bai was hysterical at first, and asked Liang Junshang to come out to see her, but later she shouted her throat and couldn't get a response. She hated and afraid. She cried countless times and couldn't tell the difference between day and night. She was most afraid of the darkness. Now she had to stay alone in such a place. Yan Bai also had the idea of ​​suicide. In the end, hatred had prevailed.

She swore bloodily countless times.

Even if you live like a dog, you still have to live.

Only by living can you have the chance to take revenge!

When Yan Bai endured the embarrassing darkness and dead silence alone, he would not know that Jueyin Pavilion had become a worldly objection to thousands of people.

The incident happened one day later.

In the long imprisonment where there is no light, the person who came to deliver the meal was replaced. Aunt Qiu sneaked in. Yan Bai cried and laughed, surprised and happy. All the helplessness and hatred finally had a support at that moment.

"Aunt Qiu... I thought you were dead." She choked, and because she hadn't spoken for too long, her vocal cords became hoarse and unpleasant.

"Silly child." Aunt Qiu rubbed her head as usual. She was different from the past. Her black silk turned into white hair, her face was vicissitudes, wrinkles, and a long scar. She could no longer find the appearance of a first beauty. The only thing that remained unchanged was her tenderness towards Yan Bai: "It's Aunt Qiu who is late."

That day, because something happened outside Jueyin Pavilion, Aunt Qiu went to deal with it. Before she could have time to drink the wedding, she naturally couldn't bear to miss Yanbai's wedding. She rushed back as soon as possible. Who knew that after she came back, blood flowed into a river. Aunt Qiu escaped by chance. She went through a lot of hardships to find Yanbai's hiding place and found an opportunity to rob the prison.

"Aunt Qiu takes you home," she said.

"Aunt Qiu...jueyin Pavilion..."

Aunt Qiu didn't say anything.

Silence represents everything.

"I understand..." Yan Bai murmured to himself, his eyes shattered.

They were discovered on the way out.

The young man standing in front of him was slender, indifferent in black clothes, holding a long sword in his hand, a red rope tied between his wrists, and a pair of black eyes looking at them.

It's fifteen.

Behind the boy,

It's Feng Youyou.

…

Spring is bright and peach blossoms are fragrant.

In the villa.

The Accord is so vast and cold, mainly composed of elegant plain colors. There is a bloody smell in the air, mixed with a smell of medicine. The servant picked some flowers from outside and put them in blue and white porcelain vases, dissipating a bit of pungent smell.

The sun shone in from outside and fell sparsely on the girl lying on the bed. She was as pale as snow, and she broke with a thin one. She fell asleep like a kitten. She leaned against a young man in front of her, raised her hand and tapped the boy's head with a folding fan.

The boy rubbed his head, his baby's face bulged into a bun, but he was still choked by the smell of medicine. He was still a little surprised and wandered on the mountain for more than half a day, which really made them encounter a surprise: "Young master, how did you know that there is really someone?"

"I am always restless today. If I don't find anything, my heart will be empty." Chu Zhouzhi leaned there with one hand on his beautiful forehead, looking at the pale person on the bed casually. His red dress was shimmering, changing from dark red to bright red, and his body was filled with a light fragrance after bathing, which was evil and charming, and the ivory folding fan squirted slowly in his hand.

"..." Yun Xi's face was hard to describe, and suddenly, Chu Zhouzhi murmured.
Chapter completed!