Eighty-first bowl of soup (1)

how come……

Hei Tuanzi stared at Qing Huan "look" blankly, although I don't know if there are really eyeballs under its chubby appearance. Qinghuan took it to her hand, touched it carefully, and exclaimed: "So you are fluffy."

She wanted to touch it the first time she saw it, and now she finally got what she wanted.

The black dumpling flicked in her palm, and it became the size of her palm when she woke up, and it was just right to hold it in her hand to play with.

"You, you won...obviously the last illusion..."

"It's not that I won. It was the masters in these illusions who made new choices." Qing Huan shrugged, "I just lent my consciousness to them, not me. So, I didn't lose, but neither did you. Lost. The last master of the illusion, she should have eaten the spirit of the monk and turned into Shura to harm the other side, but now she can reincarnate and be a human being. From a certain perspective, it is a blessing.

Hei Tuanzi moved in her palm, seemingly ignorant. Qinghuan gently stroked its soft fur, and said to it: "Since we are in a tie, do you want to go with me? Let you choose for yourself. I will not force you."

"...Where shall I go with you?"

"Go where you should go, you should remember who you are."

"who am I?"

Qing Huan smiled, time is in time, lost himself.

These twelve worlds are all illusions, formed by the obsession of the owner of the illusion, and it is also due to the black dumpling's ability to control time-it has forgotten who it is, but it has never forgotten its mission, and it will forcefully save the people who have failed. The time stays in one dimension, and then chooses people from each world who can fulfill it's wish. But-it is dead, and its mission is inherited by other people, and only itself is still trapped in this obsession.

To eliminate the beast of other people's obsession, trapped in one's own obsession.

In ancient times, there was a divine beast named Qiong Tun, born with four wings, holding destiny and controlling the speed of time.

But the beast will die. After the death of the beast, there will be obsessions, so there is a destiny in the dark, to Qinghuan to take it away, and end its endless waiting and struggle.

It's good if you can't remember it, Qing Huan thinks. Sometimes if you remember too much, you will be unhappy, and it will be easier to forget.

She was sitting on the bridge drinking tea, and she couldn't help smiling as she watched Qiong Tong quickly scuffle with Xiao Hei Jiguang. Mo Ze thought that he had the same human form as his master, and he should maintain a little image, so he suppressed his inner desire and put his curious eyes on Qinghuan’s legs, watching the stationary light in the air with big curious eyes: "Master , Time has stopped."

Qinghuan touched his soft black hair, "Yes, time has stopped." From then on, on the Naihe Bridge, there is no more time, no past or future, everything stays in the present and in each At this moment.

"Will the master go so long in the future?" He blinked his big watery eyes, "I can't bear you anymore. Once the master left, the village was deserted."

"Maybe...I will." Qing Huan sighed, "There is another person who needs me to find him."

"……who is it?"

"I won't tell you." She squeezed Mo Ze's little nose, and when he saw his little face wrinkled, she chuckled out, "Okay, okay, we should open it too, you go and see what's in the pot. Has the soup come to a boil? Remember to stir it once it is boiled so that it does not taste bad."

Mo Ze slipped from her arms and slapped away, stirring with a spoon higher than him, Qinghuan smiled and looked into the distance, although there was nothing there. It is not wrong to say that she is someone who has no future. In those twelve illusions, she just lent her heart to them. But when the illusion passed, their obsessions disappeared-it was just an illusion.

All revenge is meaningless. Qiong Tong can control time, but he can never change the facts that have already happened. It hopes that someone can save the twelve women, but no one can save them.

Say that fate can be changed, yes, yes.

But fate can't be defied at the same time.

Those who die are still dead, those who are desperate are still desperate, those who have been wrongly treated are still wrongly treated, and those who regret can not get Consummation. Because everything is just an illusion, it's just an illusion.

However, suffering is real, sadness is real, struggle, anger and unwillingness are real.

Only love is fake.

Qinghuan spread her palms, she could not bring back the souls of the twelve women, because they were actually reincarnated a long time ago, no one knows how the new world will be, but they will never be so painful anymore, maybe this is good news .

She smiled slightly, and looked at the flowers of the other bank that spread to the wind at the head of the Naihe bridge. They are bright red in color, the flowers bloom without leaves, the leaves do not see flowers, and they cannot see each other for generations.

At this moment, the soul-attracting bell was crisp, and the spirit-inspiring banners rang. Qing Huan looked towards the bridge and saw a woman in a white dress walking slowly. The clothes were snow white, but the blood on the top was bright red.

She doesn't look young anymore, she is about forty years old. Qing Huan walked toward her, and the woman looked up at her, staggering, Qing Huan moved forward to support her, and then touched the sticky hands--all blood.

"So sad..." the female ghost murmured, "so sad..."

Qinghuan did not speak, but quietly helped the female ghost to sit down at the table. She did not need to listen to these ghosts telling stories. The reason why she listened every time was just to give the ghosts some comfort and let their despair vent. Exit. What can't be told before death is no longer a secret after death. The female ghost in front of her was obviously unable to talk to her, so she slowly brushed the other's eyes, let her fall asleep, and then sent the person to Liwangtai.

I hope that when you wake up, your memory is clean, just like a new birth.

Mo Ze ran over, "Is the master leaving?"

"Let's go together." She bent over to pick up the little guy, feeling heavier again. The appearance of a child will not change, but he will never grow taller anymore and can only develop horizontally. "It will be boring to carry it in Zhuangzi on the bridge."

"Hmm!" Nodded fiercely, "Suffocated! I want the master to take it out to play!"

"It's okay, but you can't just patronize it for fun. You have to help eliminate the obsession of the ghost, and your wish must be fulfilled."

Both Ji Guang and Xiao Hei eagerly surrounded her legs, Qing Huan sighed, and they were all suffocated. No matter how good the scenery of Mengpo Village is, it is not as interesting as the world. She bent over and touched the heads of two little things, "Qiao Tong just arrived on the bridge, you help me accompany him, and wait until next time I will take you out to play."

The furry black ears and white ears were all drooping, but Qing Huan was hard-hearted. Knowing that these two little things would pretend to be pitiful, he patted their heads and beckoned Qiong Tong to come over.

The black dumpling is still a small one, can't see the nose, eyes, and mouth. The fluffy and soft touch feels great. Qinghuan couldn't help squeezing it—the meat was soft, so cute. She doesn't need any help at all, but one person on the bridge is enough. Xie Bian's presence has also reduced her workload a lot. The reason why she always picks up some fluffy dumplings is really just because they are so cute. ...

Superficial, too superficial.

Fortunately, no one knew this little secret except for the great God Meng.

She took Ji Guang out of the Naihe Bridge. With Qiong Tong, she could freely choose the time to show up, and she didn't need to consider other things.

The woman on the bridge is named Sheman. She is from a very good background and has a smooth journey. She married her husband who grew up together. After her husband married her, he inherited the inheritance of the Xie family. The two lived happily for a long time, and then Sheman became pregnant and gave birth to a son for her husband. Her son is beautiful and smart, and as he grows up day by day, Sheman thinks he will be happy forever.

Until the emergence of Yi Xiaodie.

This sixteen-year-old girl appeared in her life in an elf-like posture. She also talked about love with Sheeman's son. When Sheeman thought that the young couple was in love with each other, she found that Yi Xiaodie and her husband also had an affair!

The whole world seems to have begun to change. All the men who have had a relationship with Yi Xiaodie are crazy in love with her, including Sheman's husband and son. They became like another person. Sheman was no longer their beloved wife and gentle mother, but a vicious, thoughtful executioner who wanted to separate them and Fluttershy!

Sheman died in the hands of his son. She raised the child with her own hands and pointed a gun at her, and she didn't know why. Could it be because she insisted that he break up with Yi Xiaodie? !

That woman ruined her home and she wanted to drive her out! What's wrong with this? Her husband and children turned against each other for a woman, and in the end they were even willing to share Yi Xiaodie with more men. How could there be such a ridiculous thing in this world? !

It's a pity that Sheman doesn't know the reason, she will never know because she is dead.

Even if I die, I still worry about my husband and children, hoping that they can be safe and sober.

Qing Huan sighed. In this world, women's hearts are always too soft. After death, she still refuses to let go, and she refuses to let go. The happiness and happiness of her life are all in the last year. The girl named Yi Xiaodie is coming aggressively, with her charm and coquettish, letting a man be controlled in her hands. , And let Sheman die in the cold eye of her husband and the unfeeling trigger of her son.

How can it not be sad, how many years of affection, is no match for a young and beautiful girl.

Qing Huan looked in the mirror, Mo Ze leaping around him non-stop: "Master, eat and eat."

Hey, this little fat guy, only he is a real optimist.