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When Ran Bai came out, the blood guard stepped forward to ask for orders.

"It's all withdrawn, and there is no need to come back in the future."

She said something, then left the gorgeous cage and walked out step by step.

What kind of person is Legge?

He used to hold the baby on his neck so she could see the high sky, hold the hands of his wife and daughter to enjoy tenderness, and laugh by the warm fire. He would make her happy, take her to play, buy her candy, and he treated his wife and daughter well.

He is a qualified blood king and a good father.

But all this has nothing to do with dyeing white.

What he loves is his wife, and what he loves is his younger sister who was born two years later.

In that home that cannot be called home, dyed white has become the most redundant existence.

She has always been superfluous.

What does it matter?

One day.

she will come back.

She will get everything she wants.

Do your best and do whatever it takes.

look.

Isn't she back now?

Every nail pierced Ranbai's body, first into the flesh and then into the bone, and the blood flowed out without pain, because she had no heart, no pain, no tears.

Ranbai walked on the night road with a steady pace and a proud and upright posture. No one would know that she was once afraid of the dark, afraid of being alone, afraid of going out at night, or walking at night.

No one can see her expression clearly, she has already become a qualified real emperor.

Emotions and anger are invisible.

The joys and sorrows are not overflowing.

So many things happened in those years, how can there be so many unique things in the world, everyone has changed, and she is also changing.

It was a shocking deception, just because of an emperor's order.

Neither Laige nor Liao Rusi knew the truth until their death.

They are like chess pieces on a chessboard, deceived and manipulated.

What if they knew the truth...

No if.

Ranbai was indifferent and didn't bother to say anything.

Tonight is a blood moon, like her.

Lenia always felt that she was like the moon, always appearing only in the dark.

"elder sister."

The girl's voice was weak and trembling, and it fell on the ears of the idle and lonely person through the night wind.

Ran Bai stopped, raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the girl not far away without emotion.

Clean, delicate and timid.

Those eyes were covered with a layer of gray mist, like crying but not crying, seeing the bottom at a glance, unable to hide any thoughts.

That face was very strange, so strange that Ranbai couldn't recognize it, but the aura was somewhat familiar in his memory. Ranbai froze for three seconds, his voice was cold and loose, and he said playfully, "Your sister?"

Lenia quietly looked at Ranbai, the Blood Highness whom she barely recognized, and even her older sister.

The blood servant who took care of Lenia hurriedly followed and saw that scene, his face turned pale in an instant, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, even his voice trembled: "I have seen Your Highness."

The next time the highness came back, it would be a restless night. Thousands of blood races died. The blood slaves crawled and trembled. They stretched out their hands to grab Lenia, fearing that Ranbai would drag Lenia out if he got upset. He panicked and whispered, "Miss, kneel down quickly."

Lenia blinked her sore eyes slowly, thinking that Ranbai is now the majestic highness of the blood clan, the master of the blood clan, she should kneel, so she lowered her head and slowly bent her knees.

"What are you kneeling for? This hall is not dead yet." Ran Bai sneered, with a lazy and hoarse voice, "I haven't seen you for so many years, and I haven't grown at all."

Lenia froze and stood there helplessly, her eyelashes trembling non-stop. She was very beautiful, a kind of delicate beauty, like a doll, with pupils like a young deer lost in the forest. At first glance, she was the family's favorite since she was a child.

Ranbai didn't look at them again, she didn't seem to care about them at all, and walked straight past, the blood servant just breathed a sigh of relief,

Luckily for the rest of her life, she heard Lenia suddenly say, "Sister..."

Her voice was very soft, she stared stubbornly at Ranbai, and whispered with red eyes: "I'm sorry."

She has too many apologies, and she can't explain clearly.

The night is quiet, covering up all the filth.

Ranbai is very different from before. The Ranbai in Lenia's memory is not like this. They also had a very intimate time. Ranbai was two years older than her.

Ranbai treated her very well, and treated Lenia very well.

They are separated by a distance that is neither far nor close, and strangely, it seems that they are separated by a thousand years, and they have been separated by three thousand in the past.

They are related by blood, they are biological sisters.

They are very different.

"Speak." The white eyes were dyed with the frost of the moon, knowing that she had something to say, and her voice was neither salty nor weak.

"Aniang is dead, Uncle Lin is dead, and Ah Xiu..." Leniya tried her best to show a cute smile, but tears flowed from her eyes, trembling and choking: "Sister, all these years you were away, they all died...Ru, now there is really only Dad left."

Ran Bai hummed lightly: "And then?"

Lenia is well protected. She is not like dyed white. She is a piece of white paper. She grew up in the sun since she was a child, and she is full of favors. Everyone revolves around her, as if she is the center. She has never experienced or knows the world. She is still a child. In some ways, she is too dependent on others, even a little cowardly.

"Can you... let daddy go." Lenia uttered such a sentence under the white eyes, her voice was pitiful, and she knew that she was too much, but how could she just watch her daddy who had always doted on her die at the hands of her sister, she couldn't do it, she had no other way.

Ranbai didn't speak, and there was a lot of night behind him.

Lenia mustered up her courage, her voice was still trembling, and she spoke incoherently: "You are gone, Auntie is dead, and Dad has been very unhappy these years... Dad is stubborn and refuses to talk, but I have seen him vomit blood many times, and he is also regretting what happened back then. I, I am really sorry, but Dad... He is our Dad after all."

On the day when Ziranbai fell, Laige gave the order to die.

——From now on, anyone who dares to mention His Royal Highness will be killed.

Everyone said that Lager hated his own daughter to death, otherwise he wouldn't be so disgusted that he didn't want to hear a word about that person.

Do you want to hear it? Still afraid to listen? Or something else...

Maybe only Raig himself knows.

She often sees Dad alone in a daze, always suddenly dazed, sometimes disappearing for several days, he becomes more silent, becomes more cold, never mentions Ranbai, as if the blood race has never seen her.

He is no longer the high-spirited blood king.

"Father, he did something wrong, but this cannot deny that he loves you, do you know? He..."

One is talking and one is listening.

I thought I was working hard, I thought I was moved.

Talk about those past, once, delusional to impress.

Those who say it are guilty and repentant, and those who listen to it are just a joke.

Who did you tell this to?

Who are you going to tell again?

If there is time, how can it be called in the past.

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