The Legend of the Witch Girl

She was sitting on the bed struggling hard, looking at the decorations around her, surprised: how could she be in his room?

She opened the door of the room and just happened to bump into the door and listen to the rain.

Bai Yan then said his own question: "Listen to the rain, why am I in the master's room, is he always taking care of me?"

After listening to the rain, he quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, it is the slave who has been taking care of the lady."

Ziqin warned her that after she woke up, she should not tell him what he had done. Listening to the rain, despite her doubts, she still obeyed the order.

Seeing Yu ’s reaction was intense, some unbelieving, when he was about to speak, he said, "Miss, the master is busy today, and the master is not close to people, so he did not come to Lingxuan. It was a slave at that time Anxious, so I brought the lady here. "

Hearing this, Bai Ye was a little lost. Did he really hear it wrong? Was that gentle voice just his own hallucination?

Bai Yan vaguely remembered that she had a dream, a terrible dream when she was unconscious.

In the dream, her whole body was trapped by shackles, and she was struggling but to no avail, and never escaped. In front of her, Murene held a big knife, his eyes were fierce, and his body exuded an evil breath. Behind him was a proud white jade. They came towards her together.

The sound of footsteps rattled, and Bai's heart beat straight.

Looking at all this, she was scared. She was afraid that the cold sword would kill her. She was afraid that Moene would kill her relentlessly.

She wanted to ask him why she was being treated this way. She desperately wanted to yell, but there was no sound in her mouth.

Just as she was desperate, the gentle voice of Ziqin sounded in her ears.

It was such a warm voice that made her nightmare disappear and everything became calm.

Bai Yan thought about it, maybe it was just his own illusion, how could Ziqin be so gentle.

But at this moment, Bai Yan was thinking more about his dream.

She hated ink and white jade so much, but she was afraid in her heart.

No, no, Baiji, you must not be afraid! How can you be afraid of your enemies!

Bai Yan's heart secretly vowed: One day, blood debt will be paid.

So she made a decision in her heart, a cruel decision.

So she was waiting for Ziqin to return in Yasher.

When Ziqin met her, she slightly hesitated and saw that her complexion had recovered some ruddy, so she was relieved.

"Now that it is decided, take the sword to Houshan in three minutes to find me!" Ziqin said softly and lightly, and did not seem to worry about his "death".

After Bai Yan left, Ziqin opened the dark door of the room, and a purple back was hidden behind the door ...

At three o'clock, Bai Yan came to Houshan with a sword.

She saw that Ziqin had already waited there, and the meeting between the two was as good as they first saw.

The two looked at each other just a few steps apart, the breeze blew through, and their dresses and skirts drew a beautiful arc in the air. She wins snow in white, and he is still purple.

"Do it!" Ziqin spit out the cold words.

But the corner of his mouth was a little curved, and there was deep encouragement and imperceptible petting in his eyes.

"it is good!"

This is also an icy word, cold to the heart of Bai Zhi directly.

But Bai Yan came to Ziqin, and clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands. She raised her sword, but didn't pierce into Ziqin's chest. Couldn't she still do it?

Two voices in her mind said to her:

"Hurry up, kill him, kill him."

"No, don't, how can you kill people, how can you be relentless?"

Seeing her struggle and pain, Ziqin said ruthlessly: "Bai Yun, this person in front of you is the person you hate the most. You have to kill him, you have to avenge Xue hate, you must kill him!"

She immediately fell into the agony of the previous life. Her whole body swelled and her hatred Ziqin felt deeply.

Bai Yan stared at Ziqin in disgust, no, it was inkene. She treats the person in front of her as inkerene, and she hates it!

"Kill him, kill him!" Ziqin's voice became colder, he knew that Bai Ye had fallen into some painful memories. All he could do was let her kill him!

Bai Yan was stimulated by the words, stabbed directly into "Mene" 's chest with blood, splashing her face with blood.

The warm blood irritated her eyes, and she gradually woke up.

Bai Yan looked at Ziqin with a sword in his chest, his eyes were dull, then he kept back, holding his head with both hands, and his mouth kept repeating: "I have killed, I have killed."

There was a cry in her voice, and she actually killed him.

She saw the master trembling, took a few steps, blood leaked from her mouth, but the corner of her mouth was filled with a satisfied smile.

Seeing that Ziqin was about to fall to the ground, Bai Yan hurried forward to catch him. She knelt on the ground, holding the zither, tears falling like broken beads quickly, and then weeping on him, letting blood stain her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She sobbed, watching Ziqin's eyes gradually closed, her heart suffocated and pained as Wanjian penetrated her heart.

Bai Yan cried until he was weak. She lay directly on Ziqin's chest, eyes blind, she still could not accept the fact that Ziqin had been killed by her.

The cool wind blows down the peach blossoms of a tree, and the petals fall on a pair of people under the tree. So beautiful, but this is the scene. At this moment, Bai Zhi just feels that he is trapped in the cold snow and cold.

At this moment, something in Ziqin's waist shimmered red light. It was an object like an hourglass, which flew directly into the air, and the red light was more abundant.

Bai Yan slowly propped himself up, blocking the dazzling light with his hands, his eyes half open and half closed, looking at the foreign object in surprise.

The red light grew brighter and brighter, as if to cover the whole world.

The intense light forced Bai Yan to close his eyes. Just moments later, her mind went blank.

When the red light went dark, and everything was calm, she slowly opened it, but found that she was holding a sword against Ziqin's chest, and the sword tip was still an inch away from his body.

She was taken aback, eyes wide as big as a bronze bell. She immediately threw away her sharp sword and looked up in surprise at the Ziqin standing in the wind.

His posture was erect, his eyes were full of smiles, and the smile on his lips seemed brighter than this moonlight.

Is this an illusion? Is he alive?

Bai Yan stroked Ziqin's mask and murmured, "Master, are you?" Her voice was soft and silky.

Ziqin clasped her cold hands tightly. The warm hands made Bai Ye feel that her master was really alive!

Bai Yan wept with joy and immediately hugged Ziqin's waist. She hugged tightly, afraid that the master would leave the next moment. She leaned against his chest, choked in a tone, and said gratefully, "Master, you are still alive!"

Ziqin gently ran along Bai's hair and patted her back again, comforting her: "Well, I'm still alive!"