Hmph, the shovel officer fouls and sultry, this game doesn't count!(*/ω\*)

Don't you know that we are still in the Cold War, how can we be so flirtatious?

The corners of Wu Yilin's mouth couldn't help twitching, trying to suppress her desire for MMP.

Fuck, you changed your name and changed your name, why do you want her to eat dog food!

"Luo Luo doesn't want to say anything?" Seeing that a certain fox was only covering his face, Uncle Mo had to remind her of his existence.

Say, aren't you moved and want to make a promise?

"Ahem, I don't have a problem. "Somebody counted the patterns on the teacup carefully. "That, just listen to Jiuqing, I don't have any opinion. ”

"Yes. Wu Yilin responded with a smile, feeling deeply tired.

Ma Dan, the sour smell of love suddenly appeared in the good air, and there was really nowhere to escape.

No, it's not just the air that's harming, even the name of the city has been tainted with this smell.

…………

When Luo An'an and Wu Yilin exchanged beauty experiences happily and harmoniously, Mo Jiuxiao also picked a good day and planned to bury Han Laozu and Wei Laozu in the ground.

After all, the fox has gained the benefits of others, and Mo Jiuxiao is very willing to help the deceased rest in peace.

The funeral was simple, there were not many onlookers, and there was no lively scene.

The protagonists of the funeral also failed to leave the bones, so they could only make a simple clothed mound.

On this day, Luo An'an and Mo Jiuxiao dug a grave without using spiritual power, cleared the surrounding weeds, and then hit some flowers and plants that the two liked before they were alive. In the end, he carefully put the box containing the relics of the two people into the tomb and built an earthen monument.

There is no name engraved on the stele, only a solemn official book carved by Mo Jiuxiao himself: There is fate in the next life, and there are no regrets in this life.

This is the greatest blessing that Luo An'an can give them.

May the departed rest in peace, and may you have the life to come.

Luo An placed his daughter-in-law in the mortal world, put some pastries and fruits in front of the tombstone, lit incense candles and wax, and poured a glass of wine and sprinkled it lightly in front of the tombstone.

"Old Ancestor Han, the younger generation has lived up to the trust and sent you home. ”

Luo An'an sat in front of the tombstone for a while, babbling and not knowing what he was talking about. It's like an ordinary person talking about some family things when they go to the grave of their parents.

Han Feng and Wei Ping have no children.

Mo Jiuxiao watched his fox's heart-warming behavior from behind, and it was precisely because the deceased no longer had nothing to ask for that this sincerity became particularly precious.

The weather was already gloomy today, and the rain finally couldn't help but fall from the clouds and crackle on the ground.

The rain hit Lo Ann and seeped straight through her collar, but it didn't extinguish the candle flame that was still burning.

Somehow, Luo An smiled, and the originally dull weather seemed to have suddenly become brighter at this moment.

Mo Jiuxiao gently walked to his fox's side and held up an umbrella for her: "Luo Luo, let's go." ”

"Good. Luo An'an got up and bowed solemnly to the tombstone: "If there is a chance to come to Xizhou again, we will come back to see you." ”

The two people, one black and one white, hugged each other and held umbrellas, and their figures gradually disappeared.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but it never extinguished the stubborn candle flame.

In order to ensure absolute silence on the strange mountain, Luo An'an placed several cans of canned herring around the strange mountain.

Now those people must believe that the strange mountain is poisonous, because it is ...... It stinks.

…………

Ghost Realm.

"Yan Jun, the last remnant of Wei Ping's soul has been found. ”

"Well, after raising it, take Han Feng's soul with you and let them reincarnate together. ”