The drizzle fell all night.

When the morning comes, the drizzle stops suddenly, the sky is light and the breeze blows, and there is a trace of water and a trace of cold in the air.

Li Ling held Aunt Qian's body and sat calmly in the middle of a small road.

Last night, Li Ling took Aunt Qian, who was bleeding from seven orifices, and fled to Li Jingshu, who was raising his sword to kill people.

Li Ling can't ride a horse. She can only shout "Driving the car" while slapping her horse's butt.

After such an unruly ridden, Li Ling successfully stayed away from Li Jingshu, but she also stayed away from the army of 100,000.

On the drizzle night, Li Ling didn't know how to change the direction and didn't know how to make the horse change direction. She just kept running! Running!

She didn't know where she ran. Maybe it was a mountain away from a hundred thousand troops? Maybe it was a distance between two mountains?

I don’t know how long the cold rain had been, but Li Ling was knocked off the horse with Aunt Qian.

The horse ran far away, and Aunt Qian and Li Ling fell in the middle of the road covered with mud.

At that time, Li Ling rolled and crawled over, rushed over for a few steps, and hugged Aunt Qian tightly in her arms in a mess.

Aunt Qian held her chest with one hand, and her mouth was bleeding from her mouth. She widened her eyes and refused to die just by closing her eyes.

In the endless night, the sky was drizzling, and no one could hear Li Ling crying heart-wrenchingly: "Auntie! Auntie--You don't want to die! Auntie--You don't want to die--"

Aunt Qian pulled out a thin silver necklace from her chest with her hands trembling and handed it to Li Ling.

Li Ling took a breath and cried, saying, "Auntie, I will put it away... I will put it away."

Tears in Aunt Qian's eyes kept rolling down. She looked at Li Ling with concern in her eyes and said with difficulty: "Okay, live well... don't, take revenge!"

Li Ling cried so hard that her whole body trembled: "Auntie, I listen to you in everything, Auntie, I listen to you in everything. Auntie, don't leave me, I'm alone, I'm afraid."

Aunt Qian didn't say anything, but she opened her eyes but was already dead.

"Ahhhh--" Li Ling opened her mouth wide and cried like crazy, using all her strength.

The rainy night was desolate, and Li Ling was beaten by the wind and rain, as cold as Aunt Qian's body.

Li Ling raised her hand and wanted to cover Aunt Qian's eyes. But her hand brushed her hands across Aunt Qian's eyes, but her eyes still refused to close.

Li Ling bit her lip and said blankly: "Auntie, I will live well."

When Li Ling slid his hands over Aunt Qian's eyes, his eyes closed.

Aunt Qian was covered in blood, and Li Ling's clothes were covered in blood. The rain wet the two of them, and even a bright red blood was flowing out of the mud and watery ground.

On a rainy night, Li Ling sat in a daze and hugged Aunt Qian.

Li Ling knew that Aunt Qian was dead and Lieluo was dead. With Li Jingshu's methods, she would never let Xiao Chao go. She could not save anyone.

In this world, she is alone.

Li Ling hugged Aunt Qian, half-opened her eyes, and looked at the dark night. She couldn't understand why she wanted to travel over?

What did she do when she traveled over?

She did nothing successfully, even Aunt Qian, Xiao Chao, and Lieluo were dead...

Why did Li Jingshu kill them?

Is it for the purpose of the marriage?

Did she kill the three of them?

Li Ling couldn't figure it out.

She kept thinking, she kept thinking, just sitting on a rainy night and thinking all night.

"Auntie," Li Ling lowered his head and said softly: "Auntie, we should go to Jiangnan. Auntie, you said that you will go to Jiangnan with me and Xiaochao. I asked Lieluo to teach me martial arts, right? Auntie, Lieluo is your person, I guess right?"

"Mom," Li Ling choked and said, "I owe you a Li Jingjing. I owe you a happy and happy Li Jingjing."

"Mom, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm Li Ling. I'm not Li Jingjing. So, I can't promise you the second thing. I'll take revenge."

"I must kill An, she gave you that cup of tea. If you don't kill her, I feel uncomfortable and I'm not happy. Mom, do you think I'm living well, right? So, I must! Kill her with my own hands! And Li Jingshu."

Tears fell on Aunt Qian's face. Li Ling raised his hand and gently wiped away the rain, tears and blood from Aunt Qian's face. She said softly: "Auntie, I'm sorry for you. I only cried this time. From now on, I won't cry anymore. I will live very hard and hard. I will cherish every minute and every second and live well."

Li Ling sat in the path with Aunt Qian's body in her arms. After a long time, Li Ling was soaked, messy, and her clothes were covered with blood and soil. Her face turned blue, and her expression gradually calmed down.

Li Ling took off the silver necklace from Aunt Qian. On the slender silver necklace, there was a small silver palace concubine's avatar, which looked like a not-so-value gadget. The only thing that was special was that this palace concubine's avatar was extremely exquisitely carved.

Li Ling put the slender necklace around her neck and put it into her clothes with great importance. Then, she pulled off a strip of cloth from her body and tied it to her injured right hand.

It was already dawn, and Li Ling didn't want Aunt Qian to lie on the muddy land like this. She wanted to organize Aunt Qian, then cremate and preserve her ashes. Moreover, after being wet all night, her delicate body had already begun to protest with her.

Li Ling slowly placed Aunt Qian on the ground and stood up slowly. Although she was so unwell that she was not feeling well, Li Ling had slowed down her feet. But when she stood up straight, her eyes were still dark for dozens of seconds, and her eyes were constantly shaking. Li Ling stood still and looked around calmly.

There were mountains in front and behind. She and Aunt Qian were on a small road at the foot of the mountain. Li Ling couldn't see the direction clearly, and only knew that the way the horses came was the direction of a hundred thousand troops.

"Eh——"

Suddenly, Li Ling grabbed his chest with one hand and his chest hurt severely.

The severe pain forced Li Ling to squat down and arched his body and fell to the ground.

A trace of blood spilled out of the corner of Li Ling's mouth. She suddenly realized that she was poisoned too!

Last night, Li Jingshu was able to let her leave by riding a horse because she knew she was going to die too!

When did she get poisoned?!

Is it that when the mouth is pressed on the teacup, the poison is applied to the teacup? Or is it that the poison is applied to Li Jingshu's sword?

"..." Li Ling bit her lower lip tightly, and a cold sweat as big as a bean appeared on her forehead.

Here, there is no village in front and no shop behind, and there is no one in her. She is so painful that she can't move. How can she save herself?!

Li Ling smiled bitterly.

She thought she would be able to take revenge one day, but she didn't expect that Li Jingshu would have settled her death long ago.

Li Ling held his chest with both hands, feeling in great pain.

At this moment, I remembered with a "click".

The blood-red bracelet on Li Ling's left wrist suddenly emitted a ray of light.

The light expanded rapidly, covering Li Ling's entire person.

In the blink of an eye, the light disappeared.

Li Ling also disappeared.

Aunt Qian's body was still left on the mud-water road.
Chapter completed!