Travel through ancient times to suppress villages

Chapter 242 The Death of Ling Xiaodao (1)

Thinking of this, Ling Xiaodao wiped his nose, smiled indifferently, and said in his heart: It has been many months since you traveled to this ancient times, Ling Xiaodao, you should have seen it, and you have seen it, even if Shangguan Yunyan is cruel, But he loved you after all, then you should feel lucky, because you spent three months in your lifetime to make a wild and domineering man deeply love, love, and love you; It's a pity that he deserves to die.

With a cough, she leaned on the edge of the bed and lay down slowly, her eyelids drooped, and big tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes, sinking into her temples.

But, Yan, I may not have time to take one last look at you; after sighing, Ling Xiaodao forced himself to sleep.

Ling Xiaodao is smart and self-aware. She fell asleep and never woke up again.

The next day, the first day of the new year, the heavy snow was still falling, without stopping at all; the white snow in the yard of Yiyang Pavilion, because of the continuous accumulation of the past days and nights, was already deep enough to walk, and it was difficult to walk.

New year, new weather, wearing new clothes and hats, Zhu Siyu put on a heavy brocade cotton gown, soft snow boots on his feet, and stepped on the snow with a food box in a happy mood. The courtyard of Yiyang Pavilion; Ruo'er stood coldly under the eaves outside the gate of Yiyang Pavilion, looked up at the snow, saw Zhu Siyu, unexpectedly did not even say hello.

Zhu Siyu was a little surprised, stepped forward and patted her little shoulder, and said with a smile: "Ruo girl, what are you doing standing outside the house instead of warming up early in the morning?"

Ruo'er swayed slightly, a little unsteady; Zhu Siyu saw her pale face with blue gray in it, frowned, and said in a low voice: "Look at you, it's frozen like this, why don't you know how to add two more clothes."

After a short pause, Zhu Siyu saw Ruo'er's eyes were blank and silent, so she raised her hand to pinch her face, and scolded with a smile: "Little girl, are you hungry...!" Startled suddenly, Zhu Siyu Yu exclaimed, "Ruo'er, are you feeling unwell? Why are your cheeks so cold and stiff?"

Ruo'er heard the words, couldn't hold back any longer, opened her arms wide, hugged Zhu Siyu's slender waist, howled and cried, "My mother... Aunt Siyu... my mother... ...!"

Her mother?Zhu Siyu slapped abruptly, feeling a sudden chill in his heart, brat...?A bad premonition welled up in her heart instantly; pushing Ruo'er away, Zhu Siyu kicked open the gate of Yiyang Pavilion and rushed in.

Looking at it, Zhu Siyu was so frightened that his soul flew away, but he saw that on the bluestone floor under Ling Xiaodao's bed, the bloodstains spread in one piece, overturned in the wooden basin beside him, and the traces of red spots had solidified and frozen.

(End of this chapter)