——If one day the gentleman is away, I hope you can distinguish between good and evil, divide black and white, keep yourself safe, and enjoy your whole life.

Ranbai stared at the handwriting on the letter, as if asking him, or saying it to himself.

"So I don't distinguish between good and evil, and my sins are so great. Do you want me?"

After a thousand years, everything was burned and nothing was left. The only thing that survived and unknown was left to her was the few old stories hidden under the peach blossom tree.

I looked at it for a long time and was extremely calm. My words drifted with the cold wind, and everything went to ashes and smoke, without any trace.

"I have learned everything that sir taught me, and I have learned better than you."

"I now know the general, understand the truth, and know how to choose, so..."

The last sentence was sunk in the blood moon night that was rare in Yeze for 600 million years, and on the first day of the return of His Highness of the Blood Clan, no one heard it.

Those few words.

He taught her very well, and later he died.

She returned to her original appearance, even more extreme.

The night was drowsy and could not wake up the sleeping person. Danbai lowered his head, his fingers lightly closed the letter, and his fingertips passed through the cold and correct font, like the sunlight shining in from the paper window that year, warm, and the white clothes were also reflected like ripples. He leaned over and held her hand in front of the table. The snow-white rice paper was stained with ink, and the white Clivia was blooming in full bloom in the porcelain bottle.

She patiently put away the letters along the creases, and the paper rubbed with a subtle sound, and put them wherever they came from. Finally, she stood up, patted the soil on her hands casually, and turned around and left.

I was walking the road I came here. When I passed by Legge's palace, he was shouting, what were he shouting?

"Where is her?! Let that beast come out! Get out and see me!"

The extremely angry roar resounded clearly in Ranbai's ears through the heavy night color. He could hear so clearly that it covered the whistling of the evening breeze and the ignorant insects.

As the king of the blood clan, Legge is proud, conceited, and control. He has never watched coldly and has never lost his composure.

Ranbai stopped and glanced at the Ancient Century Palace standing late at night.

"Your Highness." The Blood Guard bowed respectfully.

“Get out.”

She waved her hand, revealing the nobleness of light wind and clouds and getting tired of it. Her side face felt a transparent pale feeling in the night, like a mural that had been covered with thousands of years, or rather - the devil who broke free from the shackles and crawled out of hell.

The door of the palace opens from outside.

The frost white moonlight shines into the dimness.

Leg stood there, and was pushed open when the door was seen. The moment he saw Ran Bai, his eyes suddenly condensed.

He has a pair of blood pupils that are exactly the same as dyed white, and the blood color is as thick as an evil ghost.

Such a gaze burned with a temperatureless flame, which swept through for several years, and no grass grew and was deserted.

People like to tell jokes and listen to stories. Ran Bai happens to have a lot of things that he can do casually, so he just treats them as a joke. Sometimes he will say them with the laughter, so casual and so dull.

Her biological father—

I would hate her so much.

After a long time of speechlessness, quietness as if dead.

"Why, you, are still alive?"

The hoarse voice was as heavy as a thousand pounds, falling down word by word. He spoke very lightly, his tone was almost numb and confused, and it sounded in silence, no longer the hysteria he had just now.

When Ranbai was there, Leg always ignored it. Later, Ranbai died. He could not help but remembered it. Later, she came back and stood in front of him alive.

Is it a wronged soul or a bad fate?

Just looking at each other at once, exhausting all your heart and hatred.

Ranbai closed the door, and the moonlight was also shut out with the movement, dissipating without a trace, leaving only a dizziness and dimness.

She smiled slightly: "I'm sorry, this life in this palace was exchanged for thousands of hardships, and I can't bear to die."

"You shouldn't be alive." Legge fell on the chair, lost all his strength, his eyes were empty, and slowly fell on his white face.

He thought she would hate him, she would be proud, arrogant, and even if she was not good enough, she would vent her former hatred.

But nothing, nothing.

He tried to find some familiar traces of the past from Ranbai. She didn't look like Liao at all. She looked more like him, and she wrote all her life full of paranoidness and suspicion.

Maybe it was a bit like it when I was a child. What did Ranbai look like when he was a child?

He forgot.

How can I remember something I haven’t seen before?

"I'm tired of hearing this sentence." Ranbai didn't care and his tone was scattered. Many people told her that she shouldn't live. After listening for a long time, she felt the same way. But later someone told her that she should live, not only to live, but also to live in a clean and upright manner.

As he said, she survived with all her might.

Another embarrassing silence. In fact, based on the fingers, although they were father and daughter in this life, they were just father and daughter. They had never met each other several times or said a few words.

Now that I am face-to-face, I am even silly talking.

"She's dead." Leg suddenly said without a trace, a chill, nonsensical, sudden sentence that even made people unable to appreciate the emotions contained in the words.

It was the ice in February, and it was smashed to the front.

Leg looked up, looked at Ranbai steadily, and repeated again: "She is dead."

He seemed to want to see something from Ran Bai's face, but unfortunately he was destined to be disappointed. Even Leg looked unfamiliar with that expressionless face.

Leg continued to narrate, in a very weird and steady tone, flat to the point of being chilling: "Liu, Liao Rus, your mother. You shouldn't know that you died the second year after you left the blood clan."

"Let me guess what you were doing then? Are you sad for your poor past? Or are you complacent about living? Do you think of your mother? No. You wish she died, and you wish everyone died."

Leg asked and answered, and talked to himself.

"What does it have to do with this temple?"

The white eyebrows and eyes are quiet, arrogant and indifferent, as if they are painted with a layer of difficult-to-identify glaze, and the color is smudged in strange colors, unpredictable and undistinguishable.

At one moment, Leg's tone suddenly rose, and the strings broke, and the moment when he fell and broke angrily, there was no longer any concern in the world: "Do you want to laugh? You really want to laugh to the sky? She finally died! She was killed by you!"

"You killed your biological mother with your own hands! Laugh! Laugh!"

"You laugh!!"

Ranbai looked at him expressionlessly. She had never seen Leg's appearance before. It turned out that one person's death could drive another person crazy, such as Liao Rus to Leg, and...

She smiled suddenly: "You are so boring now."

Leg suddenly became quiet, and he was sobered up like a biting cold water. He was stunned for two seconds, reached out and slowly touched his face, and fell into a certain memory strangely. After a long time, he said, "Don't you care? Okay, let me say something else... When you knelt on Si Wu and begged for his ashes, I thought it was so funny!"
Chapter completed!