Chapter 745: Cutting the tongue and picking the tendons. 1
In this life, it was like being cursed, and he couldn't help himself.
Chang Yang couldn't bear it, didn't dare to look at him, turned around, took a step to enter the palace, walked to the door, but seemed to remember something, his footsteps paused slightly, and finally said this sentence coldly: "Brother, you should understand, I can't be wrong when I look at people." ”
After a pause, she said again: "I see death in the face of autumn." ”
The man leaning on the cushion suddenly opened his eyes, and his chaotic eyes were gray and gray, and he had no look.
The red lips were curved up, bewitching and bloodthirsty, and her voice was cold to the bone: "If you dare to hurt her in the slightest, don't blame me for not caring about my feelings." ”
Chang Yang's face turned gray in an instant.
He turned his head sadly to look at Dry Guhuan, and said disappointedly, "Do you think I want to kill her?" Brother, you obviously know that as long as you have the heart of autumn, Zhao Zishi will have hope of resurrection, and I also know that I didn't tell Zhan Yu about it, so I left you a way out. ”
In the end, her sincerity was completely ignored by Dry Guhuan.
"If I want her to die, will she still live?"
As long as she is in front of the emperor, her heart will definitely leave her heart.
Dry Guhuan's face finally softened a little, and he looked at Chang Yang lightly: "Then tell me, where does her danger come from?" ”
He couldn't figure it out, the current Qiu Fengyi and Zhanbei no longer had the ability to do anything to Qiu Yinong, and Qiu Lingyun didn't dare to act rashly, Zhan Yu also said to the minister that he wanted to make Qiu Yinong a concubine, at this time, who would dare to do anything to Qiu Yinong?
Chang Yang shook his head gently: "I can see the life and death of people, but I can't find out the root cause of death, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's life and death." ”
"No, I know, you know."
Dry Guhuan was very persistent in thinking that Chang Yang knew where the danger of autumn came from, and the man was as warm as jade on weekdays, hanging his head slightly, and his long eyelashes covered a layer of shadow under his eyelids.
It looks peaceful and beautiful, but it's cruel.
Changyang's heart trembled, and he said disappointedly: "You don't believe me after all." ”
But, yes, she was aware of it.
The snowflakes in the yard are falling one after another, it is very beautiful, Changyang's eyes seem to reflect the white snow, the wind blew from the yard, her body trembled, and finally closed her eyes and said: "I made a divination for her in the morning, a murderous hexagram, if something happens, it will be today." ”
Everyone's life is related to the yin and yang of the heaven and earth, and the fate of autumn is a great omen.
Usually those who have a great omen will not escape the doom of life and death.
The man behind him stopped talking, Chang Yang turned his head to take a look, the man leaned on the mat, squinted his eyebrows, didn't know what he was thinking, the corners of his eyes were lightly raised, and he gave birth to an infinite evil and charming charm.
She didn't dare to linger any longer, so she took a step forward and left without looking back.
She doesn't want to be soft-hearted, she doesn't want to see the appearance of dry bones and know his friendship with Qiuyi, she will be crazy with jealousy, she knows very well that jealousy is the root of making people crazy, and she doesn't say anything about getting to that point.
The snowflakes kept falling, and the dry bones in the house looked at the gently fluttering snowflakes outside the eaves, and his eyebrows gradually became gloomy.
If you can't do what you want, you will have to kill the world.