Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 25

In the dark night, it seems that boundless thick ink is smeared heavily on the sky.

Murong Jingxue looked at the dark sky with her chin resting on one hand. On a hot day, she felt cold all over her body.

She raised her hand tremblingly, as if thinking of something, then slowly put it down, it was such a dark night, she was shot dead by Lin Mo, lying on the cold ground.

It has been a while since she traveled to ancient times, and the scene of being shot by Lin Mo was like a nightmare, haunting her mind almost every day, keeping her awake at night.

I don't know what happened to her in modern times?Is it unclaimed by the violent corpse wilderness?Or was a well-meaning person saw it and dug a hole and buried it hastily?And Lin Mo, how is he?Does he have no feelings for himself?

Thinking of this, I can't help feeling sorry for her life in the past 25 years. Something seemed to fall from the corner of her eye, and when she raised her hand, it turned out to be tears...

Seeing the wet fingertips touching the tip of her tongue, Murong Jingxue laughed mockingly. For 25 years, she never knew what tears were like, but today she actually tasted the taste of her own tears, but why is the taste so special? Bitter?Just like how she feels now.

Suddenly, a slight sound shocked Murong Jingxue, stood up quickly, closed her eyes, held her breath, followed the slight sound with her ears and senses, and Murong Jingxue, who had judged the direction, jumped up , jumped onto the roof.

After she had searched for a certain distance, there was no sound. Murong Jingxue faintly felt that the air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Just when she realized something was wrong, she heard a sharp cry from the room not far away. Pass it out.

She had already found out during the day that Mrs. Murong lived in a room not far away, and the cry seemed to come from that room. Thinking of this place, Murong Jingxue ignored other things and used her Qinggong headed towards the room not far away, there were two people in black night clothes standing at the door of the room, when they saw Murong Jingxue, they shook hands with Murong Jingxue without saying a word.

Thinking that the grandmother in the room might be in danger, Murong Jingxue didn't want to fight, but the kung fu of the two was on par with her, and she couldn't escape at all. Just when Murong Jingxue was anxious but helpless, the two men in black in front of her He suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. After careful inspection, he found that there was a dart between the necks of the two men in black.

Looking back at the swaying leaves, the man had already disappeared into the night.

Rushing to the room, the room was in a mess.

Lying on the ground was a woman in light blue clothes, her arms were stained red with blood, and there was still a puddle of blood left on the ground. The sharp cry just now should have come from her mouth.

On the bed in the room, there is an old man sitting upright. He is about [-] years old. He is wearing a suit with a treasure figure pattern. He is holding a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand. The beads are slowly turning with the movement of his thumb.

The hair was combed very carefully, without any mess, but the silver-like white hairs were still clearly visible in the black hair.In the slightly sunken eye sockets, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly recounted the vicissitudes of time.

Opposite to the old man stood a woman in night clothes, her face was covered by a gauze so that people could not see her true face, only her almond eyes burst out with coldness, and she was holding a bright fist in her hand. The sword pointed directly at the old man on the bed, and the blood of the unconscious woman on the ground was still dripping down on the floor at this moment.

(End of this chapter)