Chapter 2005 Tribulation Fruit (9)

  Day four...

  Day 5...

  Day 6...

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   On the seventh day, it was still raining.

  It was raining continuously, and the sky had cleared slightly.

  The fox who had guarded the corpse for a long time was still alone, and buried the coffin.

  It doesn’t rain very much, but if you soak your body for a long time, you will always get soaked.

  She buried the grave as if she couldn't feel the cold, and then erected the tombstone.

  Using a knife, carefully carve words on the tombstone.

   One stroke at a time, falling down.

  The limestone from the tombstone fell to the ground.

  She was wearing a pure white mourning dress, and she did not wear a single red hairpin in her hair.

  She was dressed in plain clothes, wet, and the rain wet her fair and delicate face.

   Vermilion lips are soft red, the most gorgeous color among plain faces.

  Her hands were muddy, and the mud stained her pure white skirt.

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   Finally carved the words on the tombstone.

  She slowly released the knife.

  Like a light, relieved breath.

  After finishing all funeral affairs, she sat in the mud.

  Finally, a tired look appeared on her beautiful face.

  Sitting in front of the tombstone, she didn't mind the muddy ground.

   She was wet, her mourning clothes were plain white, and her hair was as long as ink.

  She was alone, still alone, sitting there alone.

  Keep quietly, like a log.

   nor leave.

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I do not know how long it has been.

  The rain finally stopped.

  The sun finally exposed the clouds, and the light penetrated slightly.

  The rain stopped, and the raindrops were crystal clear, hanging on the bamboo leaves.

  The warm sun shines straight down through the moist air.

  The girl in plain white leaned against the grave as if she was sleepy.

   His muddy hands rested lightly on his legs.

   seems to be asleep, motionless.

  The wet hair clung to her thin back silently.

   There is a warm wind blowing, blowing past her lonely figure.

  She turned into a fiery red fox, like a grave keeper, and gradually died out.

  Like, dead.

   die together.

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  The scene in the Taixu mirror ended, and then turned into nothingness.

   His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven pondered for a long time, and then he let out a sigh.

   "It's an infatuated one."

  He received the spell and looked in the direction the man left just now.

   Such a mirror image, he can see, then he...

  Naturally can also see.

  Looking at the former lover standing there, he has been refusing to leave.

   Even, he had to be buried for this.

  In his heart, would he really be indifferent?

  His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven smiled interestedly and didn't say anything, but it seemed that he already had the answer.

   Cutting off the world of mortals, he can really...

   Can you break it?

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   After taking a bath, Yun Si changed into a turquoise and elegant palace dress.

   Before she rested for a long time, Qingluo came to look for her, saying that it was the empress.

  Yun Si had no choice but to follow her and came to the Empress of Heaven.

   Salute, imitating Qingluo's movements.

   "Your Majesty," Qing Luo leaned against her body and bowed, "Miss Yun Si is here."

  On the throne of the lotus platform in Yaochi, the dignified and majestic empress has a full heaven and a pale complexion.

   Gentle face, polite and elegant demeanor.

  Proud cranes stand on both sides of her throne, and she sits upright with her hands clasped around her legs.

  His kind eyes fell on her, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"It's you."

  She said something like this inexplicably.

   Between the lines, there seem to be several layers of meaning hidden.

  It seems that I have known her for a long time.

  Yun Si, who was standing behind Qingluo, raised her head slightly, "What?"

  (end of this chapter)