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The momentary greed in Murong Yong's eyes was like a greedy beast, emitting a fierce and fierce light.

"Overestimating one's abilities." Gu Yanfei sneered, and subconsciously touched the sword again, only to see Gu Yunzhen walking forward slowly holding an umbrella.

The huge umbrella made Gu Yunzhen's fair face particularly small, and his skin was as delicate as jade, like a jade statue of Guanyin, which was gentle, dignified and demure.

However, the girl said shocking words: "Second Master Murong, I will not marry you."

"The Murong family let me rejoice first, and regret the marriage later."

"You and I owe nothing to each other."

Gu Yunzhen's tone was very calm and calm, neither shame nor resentment, nor any intention of venting anger, just telling the other party her decision.

After a long silence, he asked slowly: "You... really want to regret the marriage?"

There was an indistinct hoarseness in his thick and deep voice, and he was tall and slender in the howling cold wind.

"Yes." Gu Yunzhen nodded without hesitation, his expression and voice were still calm, and he looked up into the other's eyes calmly.

This is her own decision.

Murong Yong took a deep breath, and the cold and humid air was inhaled into his lungs, bringing a slight chill, making him feel that his fingertips from the inside to the surface of his body were all icy cold.

His darkness at that moment just now was fully exposed in front of her, which made him feel ashamed and guilty.

Murong Yong stared at Gu Yunzhen a few steps away in a daze. The shadow of the cypress tree above covered his face, making his face dark. He looked at Gu Yunzhen with a look that could not be described as shock or scrutiny.

She was different from any woman he had seen before.

She looks soft and submissive, but in fact she is not sexual.

She looks gentle and demure, but in fact she has her own character.

He looked at Gu Yunzhen with slightly squinted eyes, which made his eyes look extraordinarily long, and those deep eyes were tightly wrapped around her like chains.

Little snowflakes floated on his head, the tip of his nose, and the corners of his lips, but he remained motionless, like a cold stone statue.

"It's still too late!" Master Shangqing said in a somewhat exasperated tone, "It's too late to rejoice now."

As long as Murong Yong and Gu Yunzhen worship heaven and earth here immediately, then the wedding ceremony will be considered complete.

"Chongxi" is done!

I will not be involved in this cause and effect...

Daoist Shangqing's heart was beating wildly, and he rushed towards Gu Yunzhen in three steps at a time, but was blocked by Murong Yong's cross arm. The young man's strong arm was like a long spear.

Murong Yong couldn't help but look at Gu Yunzhen, and asked again: "What if it's not Chongxi?"

If grandma is not seriously ill, they will get married in April next year according to the previously set wedding date, will she still regret the marriage?

Murong Yong's deep gaze was still fixed on her face, with a bit of scorching heat, a bit of hope, and a trace of almost invisible reluctance.

"..." Gu Yunzhen's slender eyelashes were stained with a few snowflakes, and when he blinked slightly, they flickered.

There was a trace of bewilderment in his pitch-black eyes.

Ke Chongxi wasn't proposed by their Murong family?

Seeing that Murong Yong was still in ink, Master Shangqing frowned deeply, and was about to push Murong Yong away, when he looked up and saw Gu Yanfei's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Master Shangqing's heart tightened, and a deep fear rose in his heart.

After weighing quickly in his heart, he changed his words decisively: "Without her, there is still Liu Muyu!"

"Second Master Murong, since she doesn't agree to Chongxi, let's stop entanglement and go back to Murong's house."

They are going back to Murong's house in time, as long as Murong Yong accepts Liu Muyu's joy, Mrs. Murong will be able to "live"!

Shangqing Daoist's eyes were as dark as owls.

"That's too late."

Gu Yanfei said these four words again meaningfully.

Gu Yanfei raised his hand to catch a few snowflakes, his smile was as cold as snow, and his expression was determined.

As soon as these words came out, Master Shangqing's heart seemed to be held in the palm of an invisible hand, or his soul was pinched by someone, and it was so cold from head to toe that there was no warmth at all.

"vomit!"

A strong fishy-sweet smell came from his throat, and the upper body of Shangqing Daoist leaned forward slightly, and a mouthful of blood suddenly vomited out of his mouth.

The bright red blood was sprayed on the ground like little red plums, which was shocking.

"The real person!" Xiaodaotong called out nervously, and hurriedly went to help Shangqing real person.

Daoist Shangqing's pupils fluttered, and he pushed Xiao Daotong away with his hand. His face was as pale as paper, and a line of blood was still dripping from the corner of his lips.

The handle of the dust whisk in his hand fell to the ground, making a "bang-dang" sound.

Xiao Daotong exclaimed "Real man" again, trembling with fright.

Backlash, I was backlashed! ! Master Shangqing didn't seem to have heard of it, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Murong Mansion.

The words that Gu Yanfei said in the garden yesterday sounded in Murong Yong's ears: "Grandmother is very sick, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive the next winter snow..."

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the snowflakes are flying like catkins.

The wind and snow roared and roared, from the south of the city to the north of the city.

"hiss!"

A rune paper with black runes drawn on it was torn from the window by a large rough hand, and there was nothing on the transparent glass window.

Murong Hao carefully held the talisman paper, and turned to a rosewood chair next to him with a smile on his face.

"Meow meow meow!"

A five-month-old long-haired Sanhua squatted on the master's chair and barked non-stop.

In the inner room, the four or five spells that were originally pasted on the windows, the roof, and Mrs. Murong's body were all torn off.

"Little cat, let me play." Murong Hao personally presented the last talisman in his hand respectfully, and placed it in front of the cat along with the other talismans.

Thin snowflakes drifted in from the window, and occasionally a few fell on the cat.

The cat didn't care, and casually stretched out its claws to scratch at the talisman.

"Chacha..."

"Chachachacha..."

The cat liked the sound, and happily "meowed" and scratched more excitedly, leaving scratches on the talisman with its sharp claws like hooks.

Murong Hao, his wife and other people in the two rooms were all in the inner room, staring at the three-coloured cat on the teacher's chair, pious, respectful and fascinated, as if looking at their most cherished thing, but also as if looking at their beliefs.

When the cat had had enough fun, he began to tear the talismans with his paws, one by one, and the sound of tearing paper made the cat even happier.

A pair of green cat's eyes are shining, and the long fur tail behind him flicks briskly.

Every time the cat tore a talisman, everyone in the Murong family felt their hearts tremble, and they instinctively wanted to stop the cat.

"Small……"

However, when Murong Hao met those beautiful cat eyes, his heartstrings seemed to be pulled by something, and there were layers of ripples in the lake of heart.

Only the cat in front of him is left in his eyes and heart, and he has nothing else to do.

The kitten is so cute, tearing up a few talismans is nothing! !

"hiss--"

Under everyone's obsessed eyes, the cat casually tore off the last talisman.

When the last talisman was completely torn in half, it was as if an invisible barrier had been split through the window, and the dark inner room became brighter little by little.

The light gradually diffused from the window to the room, until it reached the dim bed curtain.

The cat jumped off the Taishi chair, jumped up two or three times, and jumped onto the edge of the Babu bed, squatted gracefully, and looked at Mrs. Murong on the bed.

"Meow!"

The cat's milk gave a childish meow, and the five-month-old kitten's meow was soft and cute, and the hearts of everyone in the Murong family almost melted.

As the sound fell, the light also diffused into the bed net.

Lying on the bed, Mrs. Murong's tightly closed eyelids trembled, and then slowly opened her eyes, with her drooping and swollen eyelids half-opened and half-closed.

The eyes embedded in the eye sockets were cloudy, lifeless, without a trace of life.

"Meow!" the cat cried again, washing its face with its paws.

As soon as Mrs. Murong opened her eyes, she saw the little cat squatting on the bedside.

From the other party's cat eyes as clear as the blue sky, she seemed to see a beautiful young girl.

"Thanks……"

Old Madam Murong's dry and wrinkled lips moved, her voice was very soft, almost sighing.

With the escape of these two words, her lifeless eyes rippled slightly, soft and sentimental.

Thank it and its owner for giving her relief.

For her, the past three years were like being in eighteen levels of hell. Every moment was suffering, torture, and torment.

The corners of her wrinkled eyes were stained with a layer of light moisture.

Since her sixtieth birthday, her health has been deteriorating, until a wind and cold three years ago made her completely collapsed.

She had a fever for three days and three nights, and the doctor said she was suffering from tuberculosis. Although she managed to save her life, she was lingering on the bed ever since.

Gradually, she spent more time sleeping and less time awake.

While half-conscious, the three sons pleaded in her ears, let her hold on, for the sake of the Murong family.

Of course she also thought that her grandson had a good age and a good future, and he could bring glory to the Murong family. She didn't want to delay her grandson because of herself.

She worked hard, tried hard, even if she was weak day by day, even if she was almost exhausted, she still held on.

One day, she was dying again and felt that she couldn't make it through...

It was also on that day that a transcendent voice sounded in her ears, and that voice seemed to have some incredible power, directly piercing her soul.

Her soul was then bound by an invisible chain, which made her feel suffocated, her whole body was cold, and her limbs and body were no longer under control.

Time passed day by day, and she lay on the bed unable to move anymore.

Gradually, she smelled that her body was slowly decomposing, and felt that her organs were dying little by little. Even when someone wiped her body, she could feel that her flesh and blood had already rotted.

She couldn't move, she couldn't sleep, she could hear and feel everything that was happening around her, but she couldn't do anything.

One day, she suddenly understood——

She had died a long time ago, but was trapped in this broken body.

She turned into a living dead.