Jian Xin was startled, raised her head, and asked eagerly, "Is this real or is it a dream?"
Yin Sizai's body leaned even lower, and he raised his beloved woman's chin with his pale and slender fingers, "It's true to say it, and it's false to say it's false. Your mind is calling me strongly, so I'm here, in this false space.
, only the two of us are real." There was a hint of warmth in his eyes, "Jian Xin, have you figured it out, otherwise, why do you miss me so much."
The cold air shrouded the top of her head, as if a thin layer of ice had covered her skin. Jian Xin tilted her face and moved her chin away from his hand, hugging her arms tightly. Only then did she realize that she was curling up, and with a low cry, she hugged him with her arms.
With her legs curled up into a ball, her long black hair spread all over her body, and her fair skin was exposed in the gaps.
Yin Sizai squatted down, ran his hands through her hair, covered her smooth back, and groped every inch, "Oh, we've already had it, what's there to cover?"
Jian Xin's back trembled, but she still hugged her legs tightly and gritted her teeth, "I want to negotiate a condition with you."
Yin Sizai's hand suddenly stopped, "Say."
Jian Xin closed her eyes, as if a knife was cutting out her heart, her flesh and blood were blurred, "Let Qin Weiluo, Zhao Lian, and Shu Zhen be reincarnated, and I...I will follow you."
Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the black-robed ghost standing up, with his hands behind his back facing her. He was silent and could not see his expression. His knee-length hair was like a piece of black cloth, covering his body.
The shape is upright and bleak.
After a long time, he slowly spoke, his voice mixed with hatred and sighs, "You are still young. Although I want to get you, how can I bear to let you die prematurely? Jian Xin, you did it for Qin Weiluo and Shao Kefan.
Even your life can be sacrificed."
Jian Xin sneered, "I know you are waiting for the day I die, but in a hundred years, I will be just a gray-haired old woman, you might as well take me away now."
Yin Sizai's pale fingers inadvertently trembled, and after a moment, he said, "I don't care, do you think I only love your appearance? If so, when I was alive, there were so many beautiful women in the world to choose from.
How could I fall in love with you alone?"
After failing to convince him twice, Jian Xin's heart sank and she used her trump card, "Then, if you don't agree to this condition, when the day comes when my life is over, I would rather choose to disappear than let you succeed."
Yin Sizai suddenly turned around and stared at her with his cold eyes. It was as if pain and anger intertwined to form black flames burning fiercely in his depths. His pale face seemed to get even whiter, "Mu Jianxin, why are you trying to embarrass me like this?
Qin Weiluo and Wang Shuzhen teamed up to kill me back then. I was just punishing them. What was wrong with me? Shao Kefan is still alive and well today, but there are a pile of bones in the tomb of King Ling. You have done nothing to my death.
Where did that compassion go?”
Jian Xin was stunned. A few years ago, even though he didn't admit it, he was still her master. When he taught her martial arts, he was very patient with every move. During martial arts training, he treated her indifferently, but after teaching her the moves she was supposed to learn that day.
, after seeing that she had almost learned it, he did not join her, but left quickly, but she was still grateful to him.
On the day he passed away, she was in a bad mood. She scrubbed his body, combed his hair, and put on clean clothes. Two days later, she put him in the coffin herself. After the burial, she felt lost for a while, even though she later learned about him from Qin Weiluo.
He taught her the Ten Forms of Puyuan just to take advantage of her. He just secretly lamented that people's hearts are unpredictable, and he didn't hate him for it.
But who would have thought that things would reach this point. She had no gratitude or sympathy for him, only hatred deep in her bones. He raped her, ruined her, and tied her husband to the burning city of purgatory.
Burned and severely injured Shao Kefan, how could she not hate him?
However, no matter how much she hated her, in order for Qin Weiluo to be reincarnated, Shao Kefan no longer had to risk her life. She had to make such a choice and be with the hated ghost. She did not answer him directly, but also stared at him.
, "Don't you want to get me? This is the only chance. If you agree, you will take me away and let Qin Weiluo, Zhao Lian and Shu Zhen be reincarnated. If you don't agree, I will devote my whole life to
I have searched thousands of ways and fought for his reincarnation. After a hundred years, if Shao Kefan's ability is still not as good as yours, I would rather disappear than rely on you."
The pale fingers with long phalanges tapped into the palm of his hand and slowly tightened it. Although there was no breath of a living person, Yin Sizai's voice sounded a little urgent, "Mu Jianxin, okay, okay, there is no place for me in your heart, then
, just don’t blame me for ignoring your prime time and holding you in my hands early."
In the haziness, she once again felt that the person in her arms was getting colder, and the temperature was lower than the last time she was raped by the Yin Slayer. Shao Kefan had a vague hunch that it couldn't be because of the cold wind. This time, I'm afraid it really was the damn Yin Slayer.
When it came, his whole body was suddenly on alert, pulling him out of his sleep.
When I opened my eyes, I saw that it had already passed three quarters of Yin hour, and the sky was gradually getting brighter. I looked at the woman in my arms hurriedly, and saw that her chest did not rise and fall due to breathing. Her body couldn't help but stiffen, and she lowered her head.
I put my ear close to her nostrils, but couldn't hear any sound.
His throat suddenly became stiff, as if he had been force-fed countless rough gravels. "How could it be?" he murmured in disbelief. He placed his trembling hands across the crowd. He really, really had no breath.
The arm around her back did not touch the soft texture as before, but instead felt a little painful. His hand wiped all the way down from her face, passing through her neck, chest, and lower abdomen, and she shivered more and more violently.
, stayed at the thigh, and was unable to move another half minute.
Everywhere is bitingly cold, and everywhere is as stiff as ice.
Shao Kefan's body collapsed on the bed, his consciousness was completely withdrawn, and it was blank. His heart was as desolate as death. How could it be that he was not always fine? What on earth is going on?
It wasn't until dawn that he came to his senses and asked softly in her ear, "Jian Xin, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" The voice was so erratic that even he himself could not hear it, and he could only faintly know that she was speaking.
He deceived himself because he didn't know what his expression looked like: his face was pale, even his lips were turning blue, his eyes hurt terribly, without a single tear, but they were red, like a beast king in desperate situation.
Only then did he notice that she was holding a letter in her hand. He stood up with difficulty, took it out with some difficulty, and opened it to read. There were only a few sentences on it, which were an understatement, "Ke Fan, the ghost messenger said that my life span has come to an end.
You came here specifically to take me away. You can find a good woman and make her your queen. Actually, I don’t mean to hurt you all the time. I want you to be happy most!"
Shao Kefan read each word carefully over and over again. Finally, he reached out to her face and brushed away a lock of long hair. His voice was still very soft, "Look, you can make such a joke, right?"
Are you too sick?" As if he had finally reached the limit of endurance, he felt a discomfort in his chest. Blood oozed out from the gap between his lips and flowed down his lower lip. He looked like a bewitching woman, desperately shaking the dead woman, sadly.
Yelling, "How could you leave me again, how could you leave me again?..."
Countless drops of blood spattered on the light pink thick velvet. His head hung heavily, and his slightly curly hair covered the side of his face. He stared at Jian Xin in his arms, his eyes were extremely red, and she walked away.
His face was serene and calm. Could you tell how painful and confused he was?
According to regulations, the court should go to court at four o'clock in the morning. However, an hour had passed and there was still no sign of the monarch on the throne. There were a lot of discussions in the main hall of the National Assembly Palace, and everyone was guessing why the monarch, who was always punctual, had not come yet. Daqing finally couldn't hold back.
He stayed and hurried to Qiming Palace to find out what was going on. Standing outside the bedroom door, he heard a deep and slow voice coming from inside, "Go, just say you won't go to court today."
Not going to court, and there is no reason... The ministers and generals looked at each other in confusion. However, the order given by Daqing could not be faked. If the monarch did not come, they all left with doubts.
She hugged her in silence for an unknown amount of time. This body was so cold, but he could never be warmed. She slowly raised her hand and read the contents of the note again. She said that she wanted him to be happy the most.
Yes, but you personally shattered his only happiness. Jian Xin, you have always been so cruel to me.
wrong!
A thought struck through his chaotic mind like lightning. Yes, that's not right. After a long period of calmness, when the unspeakable grief gradually turned into the helplessness of fate, he began to think deeply and become clear-headed, and finally discovered the flaw.
Her Yang life has come to an end?! She does not belong to the Wilderness. The Yin world has not prescribed her lifespan and calamity, so how come her Yang life has come to an end?
Yesterday, she went to the Poppy Hall to look for him and told him that there was no need to save Qin Weiluo. She looked worried. He just thought that Qin Weiluo was suffering in the Purgatory City of Fire and would never be freed. Unexpectedly, she had already fought.
She had made up her mind and the condition was that Qin Weiluo should be reincarnated. In this way, Qin Weiluo would be able to escape from the sea of suffering. He had also promised her not to save Qin Weiluo. For his safety and Qin Weiluo's freedom, she actually
After achieving this step, it turned out to be like this!
But why did she do this? Now he understands that she is the most important. Losing Shanze makes him feel sad and unwilling at most. However, losing her is heart-breaking pain. What's the use of dignity and status?
What's the use, what's the use of power?
He would rather go to hell to save his enemy, just to make her feel less guilty and let her be with him peacefully. Even if he cannot save her and be buried in the city of fire in purgatory, he does not want her to lose her most precious life and her purpose.
He achieved it, but it left him in the cold all his life. Could he not escape the metaphor of Manzhushahua after all? Could it be that this life's struggle ended in failure? Then, what was the reincarnation of the flower demon Du Youye?
Could it be said that it is destined to be an empty dream and unrealistic nothingness?
Anger rises, her soul is with King Ling, that damn King Ling wants to possess her forever, how could he allow it, how could he succeed, he is the king of Manzhu Shahua, I don’t believe that cruel metaphor
If you can't change it, how can you not achieve a happy life if you spend your entire life, exhaust all your efforts and efforts?
He put on Jian Xin's yellow velvet clothes and gently picked her up. In an instant, she was in a freezing cold cellar. It was a square ice cellar with two long ice walls piled with even and square ice bricks.
The wall seemed to lead to the coldest hell, and the ground was paved with ice bricks. At the end, a platform half a person's height appeared, with an eight-foot-long and human-shaped groove in the center.
This is specially made for successive monarchs a hundred years later. After the monarch dies, the body is placed in the groove and spiritualism is performed again. If the soul returns to the body and wakes up, he will continue to rule. If he falls asleep, a state funeral will be held.
The new king succeeded to the throne. However, longevity has its own destiny, and there has never been a successful example.
At this time, he also put her into the groove, leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, "Jian Xin, I will make you the first person to wake up in the ice groove."