Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

Late at night, all the lights in Qingquan Villa were gradually extinguished in the snowstorm. Everyone had gone to bed. The only sound in the world was the snowflakes hitting the windows, roofs, and the ground. These sounds came together to form a unique rustling sound.

Yue Ran was sleeping peacefully on the century-old bone-carved bed in the bamboo building. Her face looked unusually peaceful under the light of snow outside the window.

Before she knew it, her brows were suddenly furrowed, her fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and her eyeballs under her eyelids moved rapidly, as if she was trapped in a deep nightmare.

In her dream, she saw Qingquan Villa from her previous life.

There was also heavy snow covering the ground, and the area around the villa was quiet and peaceful. However, the silence was broken by the sound of hurried footsteps, as teams of armored archers holding huge crossbows surrounded the villa like wolves and tigers.

Chu Hantian rode a tall warhorse and held Feng Xiaolou, who was wearing a sable fur coat, in front of him. The two of them looked at the villa with smiles on their faces, determined to win it.

At the gate of the villa, the yellow lion had more than a dozen crossbow arrows stuck in his body. He opened his mouth wide and tried hard to get up, but eventually fell to the ground and died in the snow.

Not far behind the yellow lion, the boy was nailed to the gate of the villa by several crossbow arrows piercing his heart. His still young face drooped weakly, and his angry eyes could not close.

The snow in front of the villa had been soaked with large stains of blood, and was glaringly red.

The people who stayed behind in the villa were led by Mr. Kui and Aunt Fu. They were armed with swords and spears, and some farmers even only held farm tools. They stood fearlessly at the gate of the villa, trying to resist the well-trained army outside.

Chu Hantian waved his hand casually, and the archers fired at the same time. The bowstrings sounded, and thousands of arrows flew out like lightning across the sky.

The whistling sound of the flying arrows was sharp and piercing, filling every corner of the villa. The dense rain of arrows intertwined in the air into a huge net, which swept over the sky and the earth and pounced on the living people in the villa, as if to swallow everything.

Yue Ran was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot. He wanted to shout "Stop", but no sound came out.

Arrows came like raindrops, and each arrow seemed to carry the call of death.

Mr. Kui, Aunt Fu and the people behind them fell one after another.

Yue Ran watched the massacre with his own eyes, feeling as if all the muscles and bones had been pulled out of his body, unable to move at all.

Every time someone was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground, her heart felt like it was hit by a hammer, and the pain and helplessness almost suffocated her.

She wanted to shout, wanted to rush out and fight alongside them, but her feet felt like they were nailed to the ground.

The whizzing sound of arrows and the screams of people in the villa were intertwined.

Yue Ran's tears slid silently in her dream.

When the last farmer fell, the whole villa fell into deathly silence.

Chu Hantian raised his head and laughed: "A bunch of country bumpkins want to block my way?"

"Spread the word that a traitor appeared in Qingquan Villa and was killed on the spot by this prince!"

Feng Xiaolou in front of him jumped off the horse excitedly, stepped over the bloodstains on the ground, and admired the manor that now belonged to her with satisfaction.

"asshole!!"

Yue Ran roared with all his might, finally waking up from his dream and finding that his pillowcase was wet with tears.

She gasped violently, sitting on the bed and hugging herself tightly.

Was what she just dreamed about the ending of everyone in the villa in her previous life?

Chu Hantian and Feng Xiaolou not only stole everything from her, but also acted so cruelly that they killed everyone in the villa.

All of this was done to make the so-called miracle in the villa a step for Feng Xiaolou to elevate his status.

After dinner, Yue Ran asked Grandpa Kui in detail. Most of the rare treasures left by her mother were taken care of and maintained by Grandpa Kui.

But when Yue Ran mentioned whether there were any special magical effects, Kui Ye was also in a dilemma:

"This manor is filled with things that the late princess left for you to play with. Although they are all rare treasures rarely seen in the world, as for what kind of miracles, especially those that can resist blizzard disasters... I really can't think of any."

Mr. Kui plans to go back and carefully look through the booklets of various items in the villa. Maybe he can give her an answer tomorrow.

Yue Ran was not particularly anxious about this matter.

Since Feng Xiaolou was able to find the "miracle" even after killing all the people in the villa in his previous life, it means that it will appear by itself in one or two days.

She got out of bed barefoot. There was a thick layer of carpet on the bamboo house. There was no floor heating in the house, but in such a cold winter season, Yue Ran did not feel the slightest bit of cold when she stepped on the carpet in her inner clothes. Even the sound of the wind outside the window seemed to be blocked by something and could not be heard clearly.

She was not surprised. She had experienced the magic of the bamboo house since she first came to the bamboo house with her mother when she was a child.

Yue Ran walked to the window, looked at the raging snowstorm through the window gap, and reached out to push the window open a little.

The roar of the wind suddenly came into my ears.

The snowflakes were blocked by an invisible barrier in front of her eyes, and not a single one could fly in.

Even the cold air outside the window could not get in, and Yue Ran's body was still warm as spring.

Yue Ran felt something in his heart for a moment, but he didn't dare to jump to conclusion.

She put on her outer robe, walked down the bamboo building step by step, and looked at the offerings in the shrine on the first floor.

The red cloth still covered the round object underneath.

Yue Ran stretched out his hand and lifted the red cloth.

Under the red cloth was an exquisite wood sculpture. Although it was not very clear in the dark, Yue Ran could close his eyes and imagine what it looked like.

It was a graceful and beautiful woman holding a plump and round baby, and next to her was a handsome and mighty man hugging his wife and children, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

After Lu Qingyue's death, Dingbei King Yueyuan personally carved this wood sculpture and placed it in this bamboo building.

"Ranran, this farm is a gift from your mother. If you miss her, come and stay here for a while. This is where we have the happiest memories of our family of three."

Yue Ran gently stroked the wood carving, then exerted a little force with his hands, but was unable to lift it for a moment.

She was very strong, and most men could hardly match her. She couldn't even lift this one-foot-high wooden sculpture.

Yue Ran lowered his eyes to look at the wooden sculpture, then reached out his hand again to gently turn it left to right.

A dull rumbling sound was heard, and a dark room suddenly appeared behind the shrine on the first floor.

Countless golden lights overflowed from the dark room, instantly illuminating the dim first floor as bright as day.

Yue Ran paused, stretched out his hand to support the shrine, and jumped into the dark room.

She didn't know that the golden light overflowing from the dark room gradually flowed out of the bamboo building through the crack in the door, gradually enveloped the entire villa, and then slowly and unstoppably spread to the surroundings, including the entire Qingquan Mountain.

In the meditation room of Fahua Temple, Murong Hui, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were like a vertical line, and after a moment he became like a normal person.

He frowned slightly, put on his clothes, pushed open the door of the Zen room, and found that the snow was no longer falling.

Murong Hui walked to the edge of the cliff, squinted his eyes and looked up, and found that there was a layer of faint golden light in the air covering an area of ​​several miles around Qingquan Mountain. Under the golden light, there was no more wind or snow.

No, it's not just this range, the golden light is still spreading outwards!

Murong Hui's eyes flashed, and he looked towards the direction of Qingquan Villa again.

There was no wind or snow in his field of vision, and everything in the world was extremely clear in his eyes.

He clearly saw that the brightest golden light at the foot of the mountain in the distance was exactly the center of Qingquan Villa.

That's where she is.