Ning Huanxin carefully looked at the coffin in front of her. She couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and compared the length with her hand. All coffins had the most basic specifications.

There is a saying that Qi Chi San travels all over the sky. From ancient times to the present, all coffins must exceed seven feet three inches, which is about 2.4 meters.

This coffin is much longer than ordinary coffins, it is nearly three meters in length——

Could it be that there is a giant lying in it?

Ning Huanxin couldn't help putting his hand on the top of the coffin, and a cold touch came from his fingertips, reaching his heart.

It's cold.

Ning Huanxin let go of her hand like an electric shock. She walked around the black coffin a few times and found that the coffin was not sealed. In other words, according to normal common sense, as long as you push it away, you can directly The coffin lid was pushed up.

Of course, this coffin is very unusual, so I am afraid it will be difficult to push it away.

However, Ning Huanxin secretly squeezed her strength, stretched out her hands, and tried hard.

Naturally, the coffin in front of him remained unmoved.

Can't open.

Maybe, except for special people, ordinary people can't open this coffin.

And that special person...

It should be Alian.

It was A-Lian who opened the coffin and let out the existence inside.

Then...

Why would I have this dream? Why did you come to this place? See this coffin?

Could it be... is Alian guiding herself?

Thinking of this possibility, Ning Huanxin's consciousness suddenly trembled.

When she came back to her senses, she realized that everything before her eyes had changed again.

She is still on the scene.

Not far away is the high platform made by the props group. On the high platform is also a delicate-looking jade box. This texture is definitely not a popular Taobao item.

"Happy!"

At this time, the director's voice came from behind, seeming a little anxious.

"Ning Huanxin, what's wrong with you?"

The previous scene was clearly filmed very well, but when she got here, Ning Huanxin was suddenly stunned. She stood there, motionless and did not speak, not even a slight expression.

Guide Guan saw her stunned for a few seconds, and had no choice but to stop.

"Sorry! Director Guan, I just...a little uncomfortable!"

Ning Huanxin turned around and smiled apologetically at Director Guan: "Do it again! This time it will be absolutely fine!"

"Okay, all departments are ready!"

…………

The filming site resumed shooting, and Jiang Lixing, who was already ready to appear in the next scene not far away, was staring at Ning Huanxin in the center of the venue.

Just now... Ning Huanxin was not distracted, but was brought into a memory by the grievances of those thousand years.

Jiang Lixing silently looked at Ning Huanxin's figure, and he couldn't help but plunged into his memories——

Thousands of years ago, he also had a memorable memory.

That was before he became Pluto.

At that time, he was not Jiang Lixing, nor was she Ning Huanxin.

At that time, he was a demon, and she... was a fairy.

Thinking of that memory, Jiang Lixing frowned involuntarily, a pain in his palm.

Today, the red mark on the palm of his hand will still be looming, especially when he recalls the past.

That red mark is actually the scar left by him against Heaven.

Immortals and demons are like humans and demons.

The story of "Mingyue Master" is about the story of Hualinger and Mingyue, and about the grievances that existed thousands of years ago.

While Jiang Lixing was here, he also saw the past in miniature.