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When Su Jinmo, whose eyes were dark, heard this, he couldn't help but light up, and looked at General Su with great gratitude: "Dad, thank you Dad." ”

Having lost his wife and daughter, General Su didn't want to lose his son anymore.

If the General's Mansion can go back to what it used to be, it was lively and lively, and why not be popular.

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The cold wind was blowing.

The summer tree has been blown into a dry old man, and there is not a single leaf left on his body, and he is barely standing in the cold wind with his dry back, which looks particularly desolate.

Quadrangle.

The little boy in a thick cotton jacket was playing with building a snowman, he was muttering to himself while building a snowman, with an innocent smile on his face: "The New Year will be in five days, Sister Murong Yan said that she would come to see me in the New Year, and she would buy me delicious and beautiful clothes, I like Sister Murong Yan the most." ”

He happily picked up a carrot and stuck it in the snowman's face to act as the nose of the little snowman: "It's so beautiful, if Sister Murong Yan sees me pile up such a beautiful snowman, she will definitely praise me." ”

As he spoke.

A man dressed in night clothes suddenly jumped down from the walls of the courtyard, holding a long sword in his hand, the sword was unsheathed, the man's eyes were fierce and vicious, and his quenched eyes looked at the little boy.

The little boy opened his mouth wide in horror: "Mother...... There was ......"

'Stab'.

The sharp blade suddenly cut down the little boy's neck, and the warm blood gushed out and stained the pure snowman red, and the little boy fell to the ground, his eyes wide open, staring at the sky without blinking.

In the house, Mrs. Nie, who was making dumplings, heard her son calling her, and hurriedly came out, her hands were still full of flour: "What's the matter, son, isn't it your sister Murong ......?"

The moment the curtain was opened.

The sharp long sword with blood stabbed Mrs. Nie's chest, she didn't have time to roar, her eyes stared straight at her son who was lying in a pool of blood in the corner, and a tear of blood flowed out of her eyes: "You ......"

"You ...... Damn it! The veiled man spit out four words fiercely, and stabbed the sword fiercely, and Mrs. Nie, who was powerless, fell backwards heavily.

On the board, there are also dumplings to be eaten during the New Year, a large part of which are filled with shrimp, which is Murong Yan's favorite taste.

Blood, snow.

The syllables they spit out are the same, but they are actually 108,000 miles apart.

One represents purity and one represents evil.

Noon, dusk, midnight.

For some reason, Murong Yan always had a headache, she sat at the sandalwood table in Dali Temple, raised her arms and kneaded her forehead.

In the yellow light that filled the room, Murong Yan was still busy reading those files, and Su Peiyun's matter was probably settled in the next year.

The knock on the door of 'Dangdang' sounded, and Murong Yan raised a trace of vigilance: "Who?" ”

A familiar and gentle voice sounded outside the door: "Murong Siqing, I'm Bai Shaoqing." ”

"Oh." Murong Yan brushed up her broken hair, and forced her spirit to go around the wooden table to open the door.

Bai Mosi, who was full of cold, came in with a pot of goat's milk, and he raised a clean smile: "It's been too cold lately, goat's milk helps you sleep, I specially called you some, it's still warm, you drink some while it's hot." ”

"Bai Shaoqing doesn't have to come over so late." Murong Yan felt uncomfortable in her heart and didn't want to accept his kindness.

"Murong Siqing is really polite, I've already come over, could it be that Murong Siqing still wants to issue an eviction order?" Bai Shaoqing smiled, put down the goat's milk pot, and touched her haggard face and frowning: "Is it a headache?" ”