Hell.

The Wangchuan River is shrouded in thick fog all year round. The red and black river water is like stagnant water, and it does not even flow. Whether it is a ferry boat swaying above or a large cruise ship, it has not been able to stay on the river. Leave any traces.

But by the bridge.

A woman in a leather jacket and shorts is leaning against the bridge and staring at the blood-red river. Next to him is a guard standing guard. The person in charge of supervising the reincarnation drink Mengpo soup, or to prevent people of great merit from being taken. The evil spirits swimming up from the bottom of the **** in the river dragged away, turning a blind eye to her existence.

However, the role of a woman is greater than that of a yin difference, and her appearance makes the evil spirits appearing from the bottom of the water a lot less.

Many people will notice her when they walk across the Naihe Bridge, with delicate eyebrows and eroded-bone confusing air on her body. Even if she stands quietly, she is a painting of its own. The gesture is full of style.

Even the soul rushing to reincarnate can't help but mutter in the bottom of my heart, "Is this the fox-little-spirit who has cultivated for thousands of years in the legend?"

It's a pity that after drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, he forgets his past and present life, and can't remember the wonderful gossip.

"I'm back?" At some point, a quaint silver-haired woman appeared beside her. The white clothes Shengxue was spotless and incompatible with the surrounding colors. Jiang Yuyan almost thought he saw someone from the fairy world.

She nodded in surprise, and looked at each other up and down: "Po Meng, are you planning to grab the white impermanence job?"

Po Meng knew a little bit about her temperament and understood the skills of communicating with her very well-ignoring everything she didn't want to hear.

At the moment, he smiled and started another topic:

"How about Yang Jian?"

Jiang Yuyan smiled, turning his head and staring back at the red water surface of the Wangchuan River, looking at it as if it were something new and refusing to look away.

"Very good, I did a mission and performed a scene that I have been deceived, in exchange for a hundred years of cultivation, March Yangshou." There is always an inexplicable smile in her voice, even if it is simple. His speech is also a bit enchanting and tactful.

This also makes her words always feel like an understatement, unconsciously like talking and laughing.

Po Meng just laughed. She has the most kind personality. Perhaps she has been guarding Naihe Bridge for too long and too lonely. Anyone can say a few words to her. Even the most arrogant impermanence will nod when she sees her.

Jiang Yuyan was still staring at the water. A woman ghost with a disheveled face and hatred emerged from the bottom of the bridge. Her head just popped up. When she saw the person standing by the bridge, she jumped back to the bottom of the water.

"Meng Po, will someone not enter the reincarnation after death?" Jiang Yuyan suddenly pulled out a topic like a small chat.

Po Meng looked at her beautiful profile face with the same smile on her face, and the same when she spoke, but she brought a bit of meaning for no reason:

"Yuyan, everything has a cause, it has an effect."

Jiang Yuyan turned her head and looked at her. Po Meng's words didn't seem to answer her question at all. After thinking about it carefully, it was vaguely the same.

But she didn't like this fateful feeling, even if she knew the fate of many mortals, she still didn't like it.

"She refuses to enter the reincarnation, it is my sin." When she said this, her eyes were a little lonely.

After waiting for fifty years in the underworld, she occasionally came to the Naihe Bridge to see people who had been reborn. She couldn't wait until Li Qing came, and she didn't have a chance to tell her, you see, you really can't kill me.

The reincarnation of the lone star of the evil gods, even in the underworld, will have a vision, but there has never been.

The contemporaneous "Slaying Wolf" fate has been reincarnated, but Li Qing didn't.

Even the record of her in the book of life and death is finally in this life.

Po Meng shook her head and stopped the hostility in her heart: "Some people's stories are doomed. You think you owe her, maybe she owes you. Yu Yan, you also have a past life. People."

There was a daze in Jiang Yuyan's beautiful peach blossom eyes, and she smiled in a low voice:

"Mengpo, I have no previous life."

Everyone else has it, but she doesn't.

Since she can remember, she has been a very powerful ghost cultivator in the underworld, as if she belonged to this place from birth, no one knew who she was when she was still alive, and she didn't know it herself.

What system 04 said before was due to the death of Peach Blossom Fiend, was judged by Cui judge based on her practice, and no one knew whether that was the truth or not.

Noting Meng Po's complex expression, Jiang Yuyan smiled, put on a relaxed expression, followed her words very unconsciously and said:

"Yes, yes, I have a past life, and that person must owe me at least five hundred years of cause and effect."

"As for the person you are talking about, I know. The system was still in the process of being tested before, and it was a mistake in the career team, so her reincarnation didn't take the ordinary passage, and went straight from the Samsara Palace."

A light suddenly appeared in Jiang Yuyan's eyes, "Really?"

Po Meng nodded.

Immediately I saw her snapping her fingers happily:

"I thought... that's great." There are regrets, but more fortunate.

Fortunately, it didn't hurt you forever.

S city.

There are all kinds of gossip everywhere.

I heard that the broom star of the Li family held the entire Li family in his own hands when he was in his early thirties.

I heard that she adopted a girl and intends to be her future successor.

After many years, the girl inherited the position of President Li, but never mentioned her adoptive mother.

Li Qing slowly disappeared from the conversations of the upper-class people. No one knew where she was, whether she was alive or dead, and where she was.

The person she brought up was exactly like her wrist.

If the two of them don't want to, no one can know her location.

The largest cemetery in S city.

During the Qingming Festival, the patter of rain wet the ground, the grass burrowed out of the soil, showing a verdant color, and the air was full of a smell of fresh soil.

However, people who are buried in this place are no longer alive.

A woman with a cold face is wearing dark clothes, her face is no longer as beautiful as it used to be, but the coldness on her body is even more exuberant.

Holding a black umbrella, she silently looked at the smiling young woman on the tombstone.

There was a bunch of white roses on the ground, and the surrounding area was clean and there were no weeds.

Every time she comes here, the voice of this person will appear before her eyes, so vivid.

I still remember the first time I met her suddenly in that room in Jiuxiao, until now Li Qing didn't know how she did it.

I still remember her inexplicably fiddling with a fortune-telling booth at the gate of Jiuxiao. After being entangled by Du Jing, she came up and forcibly admitted her relatives.

I still remember that she was obviously pursuing herself at that time, but she had an arrogant attitude. She stood at the table and announced to herself, "I told you, you can't refuse me, because I am the hurdle that you are destined to never pass. , You must plant me here, President Li."

I remember how she hummed helplessly every time she couldn't fight her strength, remembered the way she wanted to hold herself at every turn, remembered her serious nonsense...

Didn't you say that I can't overcome you?

Didn't you say that you will always wait for me?

Didn’t you say that staying with me is the best?

Wang Mosi told her a huge lie, but Li Qing couldn't settle accounts with her in this life.

She leaned over and wiped the part of the raindrops on the tombstone. The cold touch has been frozen from her fingertips to the bottom of her heart. She sighed, looked at Wang Mosi's smiling photo, and tried to pull the corners of her lips back to her. With a smile, I tried several times without success.

"You..." After all, he was still helpless, and sighed reluctantly.

When Li's current president received her call, he looked a little complicated, hesitated for a while, and pressed the answer button.

The sound coming from the other end was rustling, with strange noises.

"Don't let the Li family fall into your hands."

"Buried me in the place I booked before. I must be next to her."

"Don't tell the rest of the Li family my whereabouts."

"Wait, aunt...are you..." Li Qing only allowed her to call her aunt, and she only dared to call Li Qing that way. Hearing Li Qing's last words, she couldn't help interrupting, but found that the voice on the other end of the phone continued to speak indifferently.

"Seal the villa, how long can it be sealed, if one day you want to release it, then burn all the contents inside."

"Li Si, take care of yourself."

The president of the Li Group reacted afterwards, that the other end was not the aunt talking, it was just a recording, and the rustling voice was the noise of the recording.

She glanced out the window in a daze, waited until the instructions on the other end of the phone began to repeat the second time before hanging up, even she was surprised, calmly called the housekeeper:

"Now you take someone to the old house immediately, as soon as possible, and give me news as soon as possible, no matter what happens."

Later, Li Si heard the housekeeper say that at the time, his aunt only held a book, and there was nothing next to him.

She knew that it was the "Peony Pavilion" that my aunt liked most. When she was a child, she secretly opened it and found that the first page was very old and had creases. Two sentences were drawn on it, and the first line was drawn straight. Below the first sentence, the second is a messy wavy line whose style of painting is completely inconsistent with Auntie. It even blocks the words and marks the last sentence.

The page numbers after the first page were very new. She was afraid that her aunt would find it, took a peek and put it back. Later, she learned that it was about a love story between a woman and a scholar.

She didn't understand why her aunt would read this kind of book. There was no book in this style on the shelf in her study.

Later she learned that her aunt once liked a woman, but that person was no longer there.

She also knew that Auntie didn't want to live a long time ago, but she didn't want Li to be buried in her own hands, and she didn't want to give it to any relatives, so she nurtured her.

From the first day she was led into Li's house, she hadn't seen Li Qingxiao, but when this person went to sweep the tomb on Qingming Festival, she looked very soft at the tombstone, as if smiling.

Li Si has heard countless stories about her aunt, the most famous of course is that she is "the lone star of the gods".

Grasp your loved ones and your loved ones.

But what about it? The person that auntie liked a lot back then chose to be with auntie.

Li Si didn't know what kind of character auntie liked, because Li Qing had never mentioned it to her, but she felt that he must be a very brave person.

Only in order to make the auntie like a lonely person like it.

Only in order to make Li Qing do something stupid like martyrdom to others.

Auntie must love her very much.

No one knows what happened in that villa. When the housekeeper came, Li Qing's body was already cold.

It was raining again, and there was thunder and lightning outside the window, and God looked very sad.

Therefore, no one saw that there was a white light flashing from a certain villa, swimming quickly towards the end of the sky, like a wandering electric light.

The author has something to say:

In addition, here to talk about it, I can only guarantee that the final finale is he, because the story of this world is the ending that has been planned for a long time, so it is...

I really don't know what will happen to them in the next world, and I have foreshadowed. Everything is really done for the final outcome.

If you can like me and follow the hostess one by one, I will be very happy, but if you want to be able to he in every world, I really can’t guarantee it. I’m very sorry, because I’m more Enjoy the process of them being together.

Different encounters, different loves, this is what I want to try in writing this article.

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In addition, do you think I update quickly?

Because I am going on a graduation trip! Tomorrow until the 12th, I will still apply for the ranking, guaranteeing 15,000 words a week, but the update is uncertain.

So, you have to save some time.

See you in the next world hahahahahaha!

The next update should be either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow_(:з」∠)_

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