My Wife Why is She So Cute

As the ice door moved slowly, a strange aroma was brought out of the room.

It was a scent of wine mixed with flowers and fruits. Song Nianying's nostrils fluttered slightly. She smiled and asked, "It smells so good. Is this a wine cellar?"

Even the Holy King couldn't answer her such a question, she was even more eager than Song Nianying to know what was inside.

A blue shadow flashed, and the Holy King walked in front of Song Nianying.

Song Nianying: ...

Isn't this her own home? What is she in such a hurry for?

The layout of the room is very simple, all of which are solid wood and antique furniture. The bed in the middle is a bit like the ice bed in a martial arts novel, with air-conditioning on it, and in the middle of the bed, there are two sets of red wedding dresses .

Fengguan Xiapei.

The bright red wedding dress is extremely bright red, and I don't know how long it has been placed on it.

Maybe it's because of the constant air-conditioning from the cold bed, so they don't look old, and the bright colors are like blooming roses.

Song Nianying's attention was immediately attracted by those red eyeballs, and she didn't know what was wrong with her, she was suddenly very nervous.

Both sets were bright red wedding dresses for the bride, and the long skirts inlaid with gold trim were neatly folded, and they did not have the style of the groom.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked up at Yan Chuyu on the right, she was stunned.

Tears filled Yan Chuyu's eyes, she stared blankly at the two sets of red wedding dresses, her expression was sad and painful, her red lips were pursed into a line, her body seemed to be tense.

- You are my wife.

Don't die, don't die.

do not forget me…

Song Nianying's heart seemed to be strangled by something, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

Yan Chuyu shook her head, a movement brought tears from her eyes, "I don't know... I just feel so sad, so sad."

Did she remember something again?

Song Nianying pursed her lips and looked at her.

Yan Chuyu wiped away the tears on her face, she raised her hand, wanting to touch it, but she didn't seem to dare to touch it, her white and tender fingertips gently caressed the silk wedding dress, the tears that had just been forced back once again Eye sockets full.

She is not a sentimental person, nor is she one to cry easily.

But now, the sadness in her heart is almost overflowing with these tears.

She touched the wedding dress one after another, her expression was tender and sad, full of reluctance.

Perhaps, even the Holy King himself didn't know how affectionate and mournful her eyes were, so that perhaps the emotion spread, and even Song Nianying beside her unconsciously turned red circles.

Crystal tears fell on the ground, turning into light blue light, like fireflies, flying up into the air little by little, caressing the memory that had been dusted for a long time.

Time blends, and the air is filled with the smell of tears.

On the wall above the two sets of red wedding dresses, there is a brush calligraphy.

The handwriting is strong and powerful, although it is in traditional Chinese, Song Nianying can still understand it.

—Don't die, don't die.

It is obviously a simple four words, but there is a pain of parting from life and death.

Song Nianying stared at it blankly, and suddenly felt that the font seemed to be similar to the wild cursive written by herself, but looking at the outline outside, it faintly seemed to be written by Yan Chuyu.

Yan Chuyu was also fascinated by looking at the word for a long time.

Song Nianying looked at her, felt her low mood, and couldn't help asking: "Haven't you come in to see it before?"

Yan Chuyu shook her head, and looked at her with a pair of eyes. The emotions in her eyes were so complicated that Song Nianying couldn't understand them for the first time in a long time.

Sadness, nostalgia, reluctance, regret, and...a little bit of joy of finding something lost?

"There should have been people living here before."

Song Nianying staggered her head, she pointed to the sapphire vase by the bed, "This is not your style."

There is a peach blossom forest painted on the vase, the peach blossoms are just in bloom, and the pink ones are swaying in the wind, ready to bloom.

Yan Chuyu likes more simple and elegant colors, such bold and unrestrained colors obviously do not belong to her.

Maybe it was her previous...wife?

And beside the table, there are two exquisite small wine cups. It seems that the people in this room used to like drinking.

Looking to the side, there is also a place for clothes made of wood similar to a storage room.

Song Nianying originally wanted to see it, but it wasn't her place after all, so it wasn't easy to do it.

But Yan Chuyu seemed to be able to see through her heart and opened it directly.

First, a faint fragrance wafted out, and the clothes were neatly arranged. As expected, they were all ancient robes and dresses.

And stacked neatly.

Mostly pink, red, bright colors like that.

From the looks of it, this room was her former boudoir.

Song Nianying once watched Yan Chuyu tidy up the housework, and the clothes were folded by her at first glance, neatly, without any wrinkles.

It seems that Yan Chuyu also "worked hard" when she was with the person she liked before.

Ah…

Song Nianying felt a little bored again, she turned her head to look at Yan Chuyu, she lost all curiosity just now, "I'm tired, I want to go home."

A woman's face changes as she says.

Yan Chuyu looked at her and nodded slightly, her eyes were still wet.

On the way back, it was as dull as a spider in leather pants, and it also felt that Song Nianying was unhappy.

There were rustling footsteps in my ears, and Song Nianying, who used to like to appreciate the scenery the most, lost her mind.

She frowned and didn't speak the whole time, and Yan Chuyu beside her seemed to have something on her mind, she didn't speak, but raised her head to look at her from time to time.

Song Nianying didn't like Yan Chuyu's eyes. Although she was looking at herself, Song Nianying always felt that she was looking at other people through herself.

Could it be that she wants to replace herself as her old friend from ancient times?

Feeling inexplicably irritable, Song Nianying glanced at Yan Chuyu when she got home, "Go back."

Yan Chuyu looked at her, she hadn't sorted out some things, and she didn't know how to tell Song Nianying.

Song Nianying frowned, and said in a firm tone, "Go back and rest, we will be in the South China Sea in two days."

Yan Chuyu nodded, this time, she didn't let the tricks stay, and turned around obediently and left.

She was supposed to be calm, but looking at her back, Song Nianying really felt the urge to throw a stone at her.

Smelly ice bump, don't you know she is angry? Are you so obedient this time?

Just leave and don't come back!

At the head of the tree, a black bat watched everything, its two red eyes glowed with a gloomy light. After the Holy King left, it waved its wings and moved forward.

In Shura City.

The black bat flapped its wings, passed the guards, and entered low.

King Shura was sitting on the bench, and when she raised her arm, the black wings landed on her forearm.

She stared at the bat for a moment, got up, and said coldly: "Bring her back so soon."

Shiba on the side looked up at her.

King Shura put his hands behind his back and stared at the burning bonfire for a long time. She turned to look at Shiba: "You have seen Song Nianying too."

Eighteen nodded, although not many times, but impressed.

"She's really that good, making you all bewitched?"

King Shura sneered, her hands shook, and the black robe she was wearing fell to the ground. She raised her hand and slowly lifted the mask on her face.

She is going to meet her.

If you don't go, I'm afraid it will be too late.

In the vampire clan, everyone knows that their Shura King is cruel, cold and centralized, but has the ability that all living beings yearn for.

She wears a Shura mask all the year round and never shows her true face to others.

And that Shura mask is eerie and terrifying, just looking at it will make people's skin stand upright.

In the clan, there are only a handful of people who have seen her face, not even the holy king who woke up from sleep.

But now, for the sake of a human being, she actually took off her mask.

Shiba looked at her puzzledly, his eyes fell on her face, greedy and obsessed.

Everyone had privately guessed what King Shura should look like, even Zuo Die and Hua Bairou thought, it must be the kind with green face and fangs, or cruel and ferocious, which would match her character.

But who would have thought of it.

Under this mask, there is actually a clear and handsome face.

Her complexion is extremely fair, her lips are bright red, her nose bridge is high, her facial features are deep, and she has an exotic mixed blood style.

There is a red cinnabar mole between her eyebrows.

The sharp eyes are incompatible with this gentle appearance.

If he didn't know that she was King Shura, and if he met outside by chance, he would have thought she was a weak girl from the Lin family.

King Shura, who took off the mask, lowered her head halfway and looked at the mask in her hand. She raised her free left hand and stroked it lightly, her eyes full of nostalgia: "This is the only thing she left for me."

Eighteen dared not speak out, and stared straight at King Shura.

On weekdays, under the mask, her eyes are gloomy and terrifying, but now, King Shura's eyes are full of fragile tears, "She will only leave this for me... I promised my sister that I will be the most powerful woman in the world." exist, and will no longer be bullied by anyone."

Her lips gently pressed against the cold mask and kissed, "But my sister can't see it..."

Deep hatred floated up in her eyes, crushing the tears in her eyes, King Shura became fierce in an instant, she gritted her teeth: "It's them... people... They killed her, they killed her..."

"Kill! Kill them all!"

…

Shiba took a few steps back, "Wang..."

As long as he remembered the past, as long as he mentioned that "sister", King Shura would always explode and collapse without warning.

King Shura raised his head, and his resentful eyes fell on her, "I want that jade ring finger, and I must get it."

The ancient **** king once said that only by obtaining the jade finger can he use racial witchcraft to reshape his sister's body.

Even if she loses her memory, even if she loses her divine power, it doesn't matter.

He is already King Shura.

She will protect her like her sister protected herself before.

"But Wang...you said you never saw her face..."

Shiba pursed his lips and looked at King Shura, and asked timidly.

King Shura looked at her suddenly, and said coldly: "So what?"

So what if she hasn't seen her sister's face?

At that time, when she was the most miserable and desolate, she was destitute, she was looked down upon by the world, and she couldn't even eat a full meal.

It was her sister who saved her.

When she turned into a vampire, was spit on by her relatives, called a monster by them, was chased and killed with a torch, and kept saying that she was going to be burned.

It was her sister who saved her.

My sister once told her: "Whether you are a human or a ghost, you must live well."

At that time, although she was wearing the eerie Asura mask, she was the most beautiful and warmest existence in the world.

When my sister was injured and was dying to leave, I once held her hair and told her: "Azhi, don't be bullied."

"After waiting for so long, my sister can't bear it anymore."

"I am with you, it will only drag you down, don't run away."

"Live well, we will meet again one day."

…

She asked her sister countless times not to leave, and asked her why she had been wandering around aimlessly like this. She cried until she was in tears, but her sister who had always been so gentle to her just looked up at the moonlight lonely and remained silent for a long time.

My sister seemed to be waiting for something.

It's like the moon on the other side of the day, which can't be seen, making her eyes dim day by day.

At that time, the mask on my sister's face was so cold, it chilled her heart.

later.

Not only did she live well, but she also became the supreme King Shura. After listening to her words, she would no longer be bullied by anyone, and no longer had to run away.

If she sees her sister again, she can stand in front of her and protect her like her sister did before.

King Shura fulfilled his oath to his sister, but her sister broke her promise.

For hundreds of years, King Shura has been to the beach to bid farewell to his sister tens of thousands of times. How much he wants his sister to appear in front of her wearing a mask, stroking her hair and calling her "Azhi."

After becoming King Shura, the elders of the clan once asked for King Shura's real name and surname.

King Shura's cold gaze made his liver and gallbladder shatter.

No sister.

No one in this world deserves to be called by her name.

…

Song Nianying had just arrived home when she received a call from Shiba. Although she had only met Shiba twice, she knew that she was one of Yan Chuyu's followers.

It's just that Hua Bairou and Zuo Die don't stay by their side for a long time.

It's so late, looking for her, is there something wrong with Chu Yu?

Song Nianying didn't even have time to change her clothes. She was wearing a nightgown and ran down quickly.

After arriving downstairs, she felt sensitively that the moonlight today seemed to be a little different from when she came back, it was extraordinarily cold and solemn.

Song Nianying's footsteps faltered, and she vigilantly did not step out of the territory marked by the Holy King.

Standing under the moon, besides Shiba, there was also a woman in a black windbreaker waiting for her.

Song Nianying looked at the figure and frowned. Following her footsteps, the woman turned her head slowly, staring at Song Nianying with a pair of dark eyes, a strange color flashed in her eyes.