There is blood and thunder everywhere!

The sound of the piano is sudden and sudden, like pearls and jade falling on a plate, and the rain is hitting the wilderness.

Everyone in the Tang Sect was completely immersed in the sound of Qingcheng's music at night.

As if seeing——

On the wedding day, the guests felt like home.

The sound of silk and bamboo, the interplay of toasts and cups.

A pair of beautiful ladies in bright red wedding robes performed a ceremony amidst the cheers of the crowd.

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two bows to the high hall."

"Couple..."

Before the last word could be uttered, a bang was heard.

The door of the mansion was kicked open, and a figure as red as fire appeared in the sight of the guests.

The groom looked back and saw his former lover, his heart ached, but more out of panic, he subconsciously protected the bride behind him and looked at her warily.

"Mr. Sir, what happened?" the bride asked in a low voice, grabbing his sleeve nervously.

His eyebrows softened and he said, "Nothing."

After saying that, he covered the beautiful woman's ears and shouted: "Anyone who breaks into my house will be killed without mercy!"

The fireworks are brilliant and the snow is falling, flying between the sky and the earth.

The soldiers rushed towards her with weapons in hand.

A smile appeared on her face, and two tears fell down her face.

She asked: "You said you would marry me, when will you come and marry me?"

Her tone was very gentle.

She vaguely remembered that this man once said that her gentle appearance was the most beautiful.

The bride took off her fiery red hijab, pointed at her and asked, "Mr. Sir, who is she?"

"An insignificant person." The groom said coldly: "She and I have nothing to do with each other."

That's right...it doesn't matter!

Listening to the harsh words, the woman seemed to hear the sound of her heart breaking.

In an instant, the blood in his limbs turned cold.

She smiled sadly.

"Kill her!" said the groom.

The soldiers were even more merciless.

She closed her eyes and smelled the cold winter wind.

Cold, so cold.

She is colder than the dead.

Pfft——

She clutched her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His lips and teeth were filled with blood, and he was smiling happily.

When the soldiers rushed towards her, she took off the hairpin from her head.

The beautiful and delicate hairpin turned into a bloody knife in his hand.

At this moment, she kills everyone she meets.

Not long after, hundreds of soldiers fell into a pool of blood.

The guests dispersed in a hurry.

She shouted angrily, and countless hairpins seemed to appear out of thin air, completely piercing the skulls of countless guests.

In the end, the newlyweds' mansion turned into a graveyard, leaving only the newlyweds shivering in the snow.

She was holding a bloody sword, and hairpins were flying all over the sky.

She still remembers that spring day that year, when the breeze blew across the hillside, she was so happy that the young man used all his savings to buy a hairpin from the market.

Tie up her hair and take off every piece of clothing.

The candlelight is dim and the moonlight is deep.

When her black hair fell, she asked: Will you betray me?

Won't.

Unless you die.

This is his answer.

She believed it.

For a moment, it suddenly seemed like a dream.

The two people wearing wedding robes in front of her hurt her heart.

She walked through the piles of corpses and the joyful river in the courtyard and came to him.

He said: I have failed you, you can hate me, you have done many evil things, don't hurt her anymore.

It turns out that as long as we live up to our oath of love and don't regret it, the story will end.

The sunset was gorgeous, and she cut the bride in half with one knife, then slashed away with another knife, splitting the groom into two.

You owe me.

She lowered her head and smiled softly.

Tangmen, I can only think of listening to the snow music with extreme sadness and sadness.

Everyone's heart seems to be suppressed by a heavy mountain, and for a moment they can't breathe.

Hua Lianmeng danced among the crowd, and she could keep up with the tune at first. Later, the tune became faster and faster, her murderous intent became more obvious, and her dance steps became more and more chaotic.

Ye Qingcheng closed her eyes and played the piano, and her fingertips were filled with light.

She played the piano faster and faster, and the sound came from her fingertips like a violent storm.

Bang!

ah!

Hua Lianmeng's ankle crooked and she fell to the ground.

She put her hands on the ground, her body trembled a few times, and then spit out a mouthful of bright red and sticky blood.

If she can't keep up with the melody of the snow song, she will be hurt by Fuxi Qin playing in the night.

Everyone looked at each other, dumbfounded.

Let’s talk more about Hua Lianmeng’s dance, which is comparable to that of the Meng clan leader back then.

When I saw it today, I was greatly disappointed.

That's it?

Above the courtyard wall, Ye Qingcheng slowly opened a pair of apricot eyes as cold as frost, put away her Xiqin, stood up, and looked down at the embarrassed Hua Lianmeng.

"I told you, I can't keep up with your dancing."

"So, why humiliate yourself?"

"Could it be that this is your Tingxue Tower tradition?"

She spoke seriously, without any emotion in her voice, and her aura was colder than the cold wind.

Liu Yan'er and Long Shitian looked at Ye Qingcheng with smiles and were quite pleased. They felt like an old mother watching her children grow up.

Ye Qingcheng's sarcastic words were to the point, and every word was laced with thorns.

The graceful woman from Tingxue Tower came and helped Hua Lianmeng up.

When Hua Lianmeng stood up, the veil on her face fell to the ground.

A beautiful face appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

She is so beautiful that the world can forget her recent embarrassment!

However, on the left half of her cheek, the totem of Manzhu Shahua was painted with blood-like color.

Not only did it not cover up this beauty, it actually made it even more stunning.

Such as, short-lived!
To be continued...