Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 157 The Death of Shangguan Ren ([-])
It's always wrong--

It's always wrong--

It's always wrong--

Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless.But now, the last sentence of the girl whose memory is always vague tells him that this grand love that was too late to open up is not the fault of falling flowers, nor the fault of flowing water.

Wrong, it's the past——

Everyone was silent, watching the young man in Tsing Yi go from silent to stiff, from stiff to confused, from confused to final despair.

Gu Lanzhi didn't know whether Shangguan Ren had affection for him or Nangong Cange.Because, in my impression, her blood was cold, so cold that he didn't want to get close.

And now, when her blood really became less cold.His blood was cold.

It's always wrong--

wrong!
wrong!
wrong!
Everyone noticed the change in the young man in Tsing Yi.Her silk-black hair, which was as black as satin, instantly became snow-white.

A color whiter than snow, a despair darker than darkness.

The morning is like blue silk and the evening is snow——

They all thought it was just a rumor, and their hair turned white overnight.Who can turn a boy's head white overnight for someone.

That is probably the sorrow that life is worse than death.

And Gu Lanzhi really had snowy white hair, which hurt everyone's eyes.

When I looked again, Gu Lanzhi had already picked up the broken-string guqin and picked up the lifeless girl lying on the ground.

"Lanzhi—"

"Young Master Lan Xin..."

"Gu Lanzhi, you are..."

"..."

No matter what everyone said, the young man in Tsing Yi did not look back, and stepped out of the main hall of the Shangsanzong step by step.

He was raised by his master, and he owes his life to Sanzong.Now, Shang Sanzong forced Shangguan Ren to death, he finally owed no one.

From then on, he and the upper three sects will be bound up with each other!
He didn't look back, but Shangguan Feixue found out that the teardrops falling from the young man in Tsing Yi when the hall door was opened were clearly the color of blood!
tears of blood——

tears of blood——

tears of blood——

It's like blue silk in the morning and snow in the evening, not to say how sad a person is, but to tell you how deeply he once loved——

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(End of this chapter)