Chapter 002 Dianjiangchun, Night Colors Flow in the Deep of the Stage (2).

Her pair of night-like black pupils, under the flickering candlelight, are shining with a star-like radiance, full of deep sorrow.

Shi Jiangzhuo emerged from behind the screen and exclaimed excitedly, "Sister Biluo, have you gotten rid of him? Can I go back now? Can I leave here and go back with you to see the young master?"

The pink curtains are adorned with a pair of butterflies, hanging layer by layer, creating an endless sense of spring inside the lotus-patterned canopy. Unbeknownst to me, the autumn night outside grows darker and colder, as the autumn wind blows.

All of a sudden, the disordered panting of men and women was interrupted by a muffled groan, followed by the sound of a sharp object piercing the skin.

But in the end, she couldn't do anything. With a resolute pull of the sword from its sheath, she fell down on the ground in despair.

She opened her mouth, wanting to call out "sister" again, wanting to ask, "why".

Biluo crouched down and looked at the Shijiang pearl that fell on Lin Daren's body. There was no smile on her face anymore, and a layer of tears gradually covered her eyes.

Twin butterfly group, now turned blood red, a stiff red mass still spreading its wings, as if struggling in its dying moments.

This is a high-ranking official in the court, and he is said to be as honest as water and as pure as the wind, this is Mr. Lin.

But the woman's black clothes did not shine.

He's dead! He's dead! Sister, you're amazing!Shi Jiangzhu was jumping with joy, her face flushed with happiness. She was about to turn around and look towards the Bi Luo when suddenly her back felt cold. It was so cold that it went all the way to her chest, like a ball of snow water passing through her flesh and blood, instantly soaking her heart and lungs.

Mr. Lin's pride and nobility, when his small yet bright eyes met the beautiful face, instantly vanished. The vulgar look of greed shattered the dignity and official appearance he had painstakingly established in front of the beauty.

Bi Luo nodded slightly and said with a low laugh, "Jiang Zhu, go and see if that person surnamed Lin has passed away. I... ... am very afraid."

Her trembling fingers lightly closed the half-opened eyes, and she sighed helplessly, "Chong Ge is also in a difficult position. He dares not keep you, cannot keep you!"

Then, she felt a little bit of pain.

Shi Jiangzhuo responded with a single sound, walked into the tent, and reached out towards the half-naked corpse lying horizontally, probing towards the nose.

When the curtain was lifted again, the woman who should have been in the midst of a romantic and beautiful scene quickly withdrew. She threw off the heavy crimson brocade robe while wiping her face with a silk handkerchief, even removing the newly applied lipstick.

A thick red candle illuminates the entire room, including the deceased and the fluttering curtains.

Lowered his head, a sword tip, flashing cold light from the left chest, a drop, two drops of blood slowly seeping out, falling on the bright blue brocade, like a drop, two drops of teardrops.

The pink curtains suddenly turned crimson, layer by layer, as if a beautiful woman accidentally spilled the red nail polish of the hibiscus flower on the curtains.

Bi Luo loosened the fist that had been tightly clenched, a charming and delicate smile appeared on her lips. She swayed forward and gracefully greeted, "Jiangzhu pays respects to Lord Lin!"

Therefore, she shyly turned her head with a hint of coyness. In her deep, night-like eyes, a mocking smile emerged. There was no longer any trace of unease, but her voice and demeanor became even more gentle and tender: "Lord Lin, let me help you with your robe, please."

Scarlet beads, scarlet beads, tonight, how can you shake off the endless spring scenery for me? Lin Daren hugged Bìluò and couldn't wait to push her to the bedside.

No reason, Jiangzhu.

The color of the sky is like pear blossoms, no longer with lips as red as pearls. She frowned, staring disdainfully at the deep red on the curtain, wiping away the fresh blood on the sword in her hand, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.