Reborn To Be The One - Chapter 429

In Yanbo Pavilion, the maid of the palace stands outside the door. She sees Yan Luoli coming with Lan’er’s company. Every eye is shining. For three years, they finally wait until the hostess of the palace comes back.

“Maidservant, see the princess!”

Several people with one voice, blessing body salute, immediately opened the door of Yanbo Pavilion, led Yan Luoli in.

Standing by the bath, Yan Luoli opened her hands, and the servant girls waited on her to return her clothes.

The thick water vapor lingered around, and her long white legs could be seen vaguely.

Step gently, she flew into the water, surrounded by warmth in an instant.

The servant girls retreated one after another, leaving Lan’er to wait on them.

Yan Luoli closed her eyes and let Lan’er rub her back.

Lan’er’s fingers touched her skin, only to find that her body was full of scars, and her heart could not help trembling.

“Miss, you have…”

“It’s full of scars, isn’t it? It’s all healed. You can’t see it. ”

Light a, interrupt LAN er’s words, she fell into own meditation.

White fog, looming, Yan Luoli sitting alone, frowning, seems to fall into some strange circle.

Only the sound of water and Lan’er’s breathing, such a quiet environment, can’t help but let her heart of hatred began to wantonly grow.

Over and over again in my mind, Han xuyao’s face, those fragmentary memories, those beautiful things that can never go back, seem to show that her choice in this life is still a big joke.

Perhaps the warm water is too bewitching, sleepy, in front of Russell red.

It was this red that once pushed her to hell, and then to heaven.

As if her eyes, slowly floating blood, as well as growing headache, killing her last reason.

“Princess, please get up.”

After a while, the servant girls came in and urged them to wrap Russell’s red gauze skirt around Yan Luoli, setting off her white skin.

Standing in front of the mirror, graceful, beautiful.

“The princess is still so good-looking, as if years have never passed.”

The servant girls looked at Yan Luoli, smiling with joy, and helped her to the dressing table.

Yanluoli is like a puppet. They can’t even hear their words clearly. They are almost immersed in a world full of hatred.

Looking at the dazzling Russell red in the mirror, I flashed over and over again the scene of her life with Han xuyao three years ago, and over again the scene of Han Xuyuan forcing her to drink poisonous wine

Back and forth crisscross each other, and the two faces almost overlap.

Ears from the subconscious bass has been ringing, repeated: Han xuyao does not love you, he does not love you! You are nothing, you have no place in his heart

Shut up, shut up!

I just feel that my head is about to be turned upside down by these pictures and sounds, and she shouts at the bottom of her heart more than once.

But the sound was faster and faster, closer and closer, almost occupied all of Yan Luoli’s thoughts.

“Shut up!”

Finally, she couldn’t bear it any longer. She clapped her loud hand on the dresser. The dresser broke with the sound of the sound. The servant girls around her seemed to be still one by one, and they were so scared that they were at a loss.

At this time, Han xuyao came in wearing a white robe, waved his hand, and all the servant girls withdrew.

He stood quietly behind Yan Luoli, looking at her thin figure, and her black hair in Russell red and waterfall.

Around her body, the air is surging, and the mist from the Yanbo Pavilion slowly rotates at her feet, forming a shallow vortex.

Li Er

He called in a soft voice in his heart and reached out to touch her hair, but she suddenly turned around, holding a black iron mask in her hand.

The cold eyes looked at Han xuyao from the top to the bottom, and the killing was all around.

Click!

Han xuyao’s heart suddenly fell to the ground, and he opened his mouth to explain that Yan Luoli had moved to him at a very fast speed.

In one hand, she pinched Han xuyao’s chin, and in the other hand, she slowly pressed the mask on Han xuyao’s face.

Staring at that face, she looked at it for a long time, and then a smile without temperature rose from the corner of her mouth.

“Chongming, Han xuyao, are you alone?”

Although it was a tone of doubt, she seemed to be speaking to herself.

Every word of her is like a sharp knife. Layer by layer, despite all the disguises of Han xuyao, he breathed cold air and could not say a word.

Yan Luoli took down the mask on his face and threw it gently.

The mask flew towards the door, hit the pillar heavily, and generally stabbed directly into the wood.

“Hide your identity and get close to me, Han xuyao. What’s your purpose?”

Cold words can not hear any waves, but the air flow around her is enough to tell him that she has reached the limit of patience.Purpose?

Besides wanting to be with her, he has no other purpose.

But the words to the mouth, but can’t say, even if he said, she also won’t believe.

He just stared at her and said nothing.

She stood in front of him, stirring the air with her internal force, lifting the thin red robe on her body, and sketching the curve of Miaoman.

It’s like stepping into the world. It’s very dangerous.

Long fingers pinched Han xuyao’s chin and pulled his face in front of him.

“You don’t want to tell me, you just want to be by my side?”

Her lips were red, and she laughed enchanting, but her words were ironic.

Before the words fall, she has already made a move, aiming at Han xuyao’s neck to buckle in the past.

“Lord, be careful!”

Han Qi, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly came out. He shouldn’t have been here, but he always felt that Yan Luoli had another plan to stay, so he disobeyed the order and hid in the dark.

When he saw that Han xuyao was in danger, he gave a loud shout and broke into the house. His sword crossed Yan Luoli and Han xuyao.

The wind outside dispersed the lingering fog in the room and made people sober.

Han xuyao frowned and looked at Han Qi on one side.

“Get out!”

Leng Leng orders that he doesn’t need Han Qi to intervene in the affair with Yan Luoli.

”But, Lord

Han Qi doesn’t mean to take the sword. Instead, he moves the sword in front of Yan Luoli and forces her to step back two steps.

“Get out of here!”

Han xuyao’s voice raised a few points, with the dignity that can’t be disobeyed.

Without waiting for his hand, Yan Luoli’s red sleeve waved and directly flew out the cold seven fans, just hit the door, and fell out with the door.

Cold seven don’t know what to do to get up, cover heart, eject a good big mouthful of blood.

Zheng Zheng looked up to the inside, the bottom of my heart could not help shivering.

Yan Luoli stands aloof among them, the red skirt is windless, the black hair flies up and down, just like a witch.

After three years’ absence, her skill has improved to such an extent. Looking at Han xuyao’s back, Han Qi’s heart can’t help worrying.

In his stupefied between, Yan Luoli jade hand a turn, cold seven fell on the ground of the sword slowly floating in the air.

“Whoosh” once, the sword flew in and held it firmly in the hand.

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