I lost my horse after agreeing to a divorce with the crazy villain

Chapter 689 Why did he kill her in the dream?

She looked at him, her eyes filled with tears, sad and decisive: "Jiang Lang, I just love you and admire you. If you don't want to, just reject me. Why are you humiliating me like this? My daughter's family has such honor." Important, how could you taint me like this!"

As she spoke, she realized that the servants around her were coming to take her away.

He hurriedly lifted up his dress and quickly walked up the steps with his bare feet, swooping towards him like a fiery red butterfly.

Jiang Xingzhi wanted to hug her.

She ran too fast.

His steps staggered, as if he might fall down at the next moment.

He wanted to hold her tightly and bend down to put on her shoes. It was so cold with her bare feet in this snowy winter.

However, he cannot control this body.

He watched as he pulled out the long sword in his hand.

When she threw herself in front of him, the sword pierced directly into her body.

She stretched out her hand, and there was a jade pendant in her hand. The jade pendant was engraved with an ugly "jiang" and "yan".

With tears in her eyes, she seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time: "Jiang Lang, you said you wanted to marry me. You obviously said that. I have been waiting for you. If you don't marry me, I will come to find you. Jiang Lang, Jiang Lang."

His body froze and his eyes fell on the jade pendant.

The image of him carving the jade pendant crookedly and bit by bit emerged in his mind, and he solemnly handed the jade pendant to her: "Awu, when I make great achievements, I will come back to marry you. You must wait for me."

"Okay, I will wait for you until you come to marry me."

The jade pendant in her hand fell to the ground and broke into two pieces with a crisp sound.

After a brief hesitation, he drew out the long sword in his hand without hesitation.

Blood spurted out from her chest.

The blood, falling on the thick snow, is more vivid than the red plum blossoms in full bloom in the courtyard.

Her body rolled down the steps, her red dress flying, and she was like a butterfly with broken wings.

After landing, he never moved again.

Only red blood flowed from her chest.

The pure white snow dyed red.

Her eyes were still open.

She looked at him with a smile, tears finally falling from the corners of her eyes.

Her lips are moving.

He heard her make a low, mosquito-like sound.

"It hurts!"

Jiang Xingzhi sat up in shock.

The room was not cold.

But he was so cold that his whole body was shivering.

It was so cold that his whole body seemed to be filled with ice slag.

He remembered.

He remembered that Yan Wu's song "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix" was originally played to him.

In order to learn that piece of music, her fingers were always bloody for a while.

He wouldn't let her learn, but she said she would learn to play it for him.

But before she could learn it, he left home and went to the battlefield.

In five years, he went from a pony servant to a general, and she went from a rich young lady to a geisha.

She had been waiting for him and looking forward to him.

But when they met again, he killed her with one sword.

He, why is he so cruel?

How could he be so cruel!

Jiang Xingzhi reached out and pressed his chest tightly.

That place hurts like thousands of ants gnawing at the bone.

But this kind of pain is not the most painful.

Rather, it was the sword he stabbed her with in the dream.

In the dream, she fell forlornly in the heavy snow, and her blood was the same color as her dress. No one tried to save him. He didn't even bother to look at her. He just threw the long sword stained with her blood in his hand with disgust. aside.

She was dragged away roughly like a sack by those people.

Where it was dragged, there was red and dazzling blood.

Awu, Awu.

Jiang Xingzhi tried to get up and get out of bed. He wanted to find her and ask her why he did such terrible things to her in the dream.

But as soon as he moved, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat.

　Before Cola went to school, he probably stayed in his hometown. The environment in his hometown was not very good. My coding is not that smooth. I can write and post as much as I can these days.
　　
　
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