The villain of fast time travel is paranoid

Chapter 369

The woman collapsed on the ground, with the corners of her mouth lightly curled up to look at the bright sky, her eyes relaxed, and she said softly: "Ah, the rain hasn't come yet."

"Lang Jun, the day we met was like this, it cleared up before it rained!" Blood seeped from under the woman's skirt, winding on the ground: "Mr. What about this concubine who is not yet three months old? Even..."

Speaking of which, the woman's fingers on the lower abdomen tightened, rubbing the clothes in front of the lower abdomen tightly, turning her head away, her eyes were empty: "We were at that time."

The man stepped forward slightly, then retracted it, looked at the woman's despairing look indifferently with his hands behind his back, and said in a cold voice, "Empress Zhao Shidong was jealous and aggressive, and tonight she reflected on her previous life and died of guilt. If you don’t want to give it up, you will be specially allowed to be buried in the emperor’s mausoleum, and everything will be handled according to the queen’s specifications.”

"Heh." Moving her lips and sneering, the woman turned her head, looked at a certain place with cold eyes, retracted her eyes meaningfully, stood up, and stood up staggeringly: "Mr. Your two children, this humble life of a concubine, your next cousin will watch you from the depths of the ground."

"Look at you, how the Daxing Dynasty that you care about will decline and fall."

After finishing speaking, he plunged into disaster, leaving only a cavity of love and hatred.The red clothes are flying every now and then, and I have decided to resign.In the vast sky of the king, there is only Hao.

The sun shone on the grass, and the rain moistened the fragrance, and the person lying on the lawn suddenly woke up, caressing his chest, and let out a long breath.

Squinting his eyes, Xia Zimo propped up his tired body and walked to the river, carefully clearing the dirt on his face, thinking about what he saw in his dream, the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't remember clearly. Shaking her aching head, Xia Zimo closed her eyes, the desperate and hateful eyes of the woman in her dream lingering in her mind.

That look... It didn't look like he wanted to find a place to focus on, but he knew that he was watching somewhere.Patting her cheek with river water, Xia Zimo shook her head, ah, it was just an insignificant dream, maybe it was a coincidence.

"It's over there! Quick! He's running over there!" A shout sounded not far away, Xia Zimo stopped what he was doing, stood up, and squinted at the gradually clear figure in the distance, right? Chased here?Before his brain could respond, his feet started to run in the opposite direction, and he inadvertently glanced at the shadow on the river and was startled.

=Separation line=
"My lord, the matter has been settled." The man in black clasped his fists and knelt on the ground, looking straight up, he could only see the hand of the person holding the son.

With a light drop, his knuckle-boned fingers curled up: "En."

"My lord, my subordinate..." the man hesitated for a while, and said in a low voice.

The man who held the son responded, and the man in black lowered his head: "This subordinate is being abrupt, but I don't understand why my lord wants to massacre a little-known small village and leave three families behind?"

"Three households is a suitable number." The person holding the piece dropped the piece he was holding, and said with a smile in his voice, "The right number of people and the right escape will be the best chess game."

"This game of chess has only just begun, and everything will only become more and more interesting."

"Three-fold body. Three-fold fate, the person who reversed the pattern of this troubled world."

"interesting."

"interesting."

"Bang!" A loud noise at night woke up the sleeping villagers.Many villagers came out to look around. In this countryside, everything is lacking, the only thing that is not lacking is spectators. Just as the villagers looked around, there was an earth-shattering roar from Zhang San's family, which was vaguely heard. Not very clear.

A villager was returning from a trip, walking unsteadily in the countryside, holding a jug in his hand, squinting at the figure running towards him, and smacking his lips: "Hey, where is this man going to have fun? Fang Is it convenient to bring me one? Hey! Let’s not talk about it, the tigress at home is really infiltrating! Dude..."

"Brother, don't get in the way! You need to run fast on the happy road!" The crisp female voice was extremely loud in the dark night sky, and the drinker's eyes widened: "Hey! Isn't this the little yellow girl from Zhang Sanniang's shrew family? What? Do you want uncle to take you to have fun?"

Quickly running in front of the drinking man, with a gust of wind, Xia Zimo suddenly stopped in the middle of running, turned his head, and said to the drinking man: "Brother, please go ahead."

The drinker hiccupped with the smell of alcohol, approached Xia Zimo, and blinked his eyes: "What, how can you help me, uncle? Girl?"

The sound in the distance became louder and louder. Xia Zimo bowed to the drinker, picked up a roadside stone and hit the drinker on the head after getting up. After the drinker fell down, quickly He took off the coat of the drinking man: "I'm sorry."

"Quick! That money-losing product is right in front!" Zhang Sanniang's sharp voice seemed to be right next to her ears, with a bit of pain piercing her eardrums.

After pawing at the man with his foot, Xia Zimo hesitated a few times, then turned and ran deep into the mountain.

The man lying on the ground leisurely put his hands on the back of his head, whistled, his eyes flickered, he got up lazily and patted the dust on his clothes, picked up the wine naan on the ground, and walked towards the place where the lights gradually turned on .

Grabbing the dead grass from her hair, Xia Zimo panted and lay on the grass, covering her chest with her hands, her eyes were bloodshot, turned over and fell on the grass, looked at the blue sky, and twitched the corners of her mouth.It's not easy, the little girl she passed through.Smacking her lips, Xia Zimo rubbed her aching temples, feeling drowsy, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

"Qingque palace silk, cuckoo sleeve brocade, looks welcome, for the king does not know the heart of the concubine! I really don't know, I am so lost, only trade cloth silk! Stay alone for a lifetime and sing long songs."

The dilapidated palace was ignited with red light, and the red light jumped and gradually covered the entire palace. A woman with disheveled hair reappeared from the flames, her red lips were lightly raised, and her voice was melodious, as beautiful as an oriole in the valley, but it was sad. Resentment, extremely sad.

A red robe reflected the flames in the sky, dazzling like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. As the wrists rose and fell, there were small drops of blood slowly flowing down the arms and dripping onto the muddy bluestone ground, forming a small pool.

But the woman looked up at the dark cloud-covered sky as if she didn't know the pain, her red lips were hooked: "It seems that it has not fallen, it seems that there has not been, sir, how about letting me dance for you again?"

The man in brocade clothes standing not far away looked at the smiling woman with complicated eyes, his handsome brows were furrowed, and his thin lips were pursed lightly.

The woman smiled, waved her sleeves and began to dance, with a bloody color spreading with the artistic conception of the past.

(End of this chapter)