Wang Mei followed the prestige, but saw a girl about three years old standing beside a boy dressed in white and pulling his sleeve. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info and this girl's face, Wang Mei can't see clearly. It's just that this scene feels very familiar.

With this sense of familiarity, Wang Mei only felt a flower in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the boy's face close at hand.

Wang Mei only saw the boy's eyebrows and eyes clearly at this time, although the boy's face was only eight or nine years old, his long eyebrows had entered the sideburns, and in the sockets like apricot kernels, a pair of dark eyes looked at people with infinite concentration.

He turned his head when he heard the girl's words, the corners of his slightly round eyes were red, but the tears contained in them were forced not to fall.

Seeing this, Wang Mei somehow felt a pain in his heart, and involuntarily lowered his head, listening to the heartfelt persuasion of this body:

"Cousin, I heard that there are flowers on the other side of the underworld, born on both sides of Huangquan Road, when the soul passes by, the more tears of relatives, the more colorful the flower, the more colorful the flower, the more comfortable the soul will experience in the next life."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a cold right hand, and when she looked up, she saw the boy's tears dripping in strings, one by one on the back of her hand holding the other party, slightly cold but painful.

In a trance, Wang Mei was forced out of the girl's body again and again by a force, like watching a shadow puppet play, watching the boy gradually grow up, and in a blink of an eye, the boy who lost his mother grew into a teenager.

When the boy was growing up, there was a girl who appeared from time to time, and the girl liked to wear a purple dress, but her face was not very clear.

On this day, when the sky was bright, the girl was woken up, freshened up, dressed in a dark coat with white and purple edges, the ribbon at the hem fell down to her ankles, and the bun on her head gradually folded intricately, and finally pinned with a golden hairpin.

The girl spread her hands and covered her cheeks. Shi Shiran walked into the ancient mansion at dusk. The young man who was already weak-crowned slowly took her hand and finished the ceremony of closing together.

Wang Mei stood not far away, watching the couple walk hand in hand, watching the two go to the bed together. The heart is full of peace and warmth. She seemed to see the white air mass around the man's body becoming more and more dazzling and warm.

Just when Wang Mei thought that she would be a passer-by and a bystander, suddenly a suction force hit, and she didn't have time to be stunned, she didn't have time to be at a loss, so she was stuffed into the woman's body.

The pain of the woman when she first received the rain and dew, and the bliss that gradually climbed after adaptation, she actually felt it in the woman's body one by one.

This series of feelings connected with each other, devastating and decaying, she couldn't resist in the slightest, and she was involuntarily forced to experience the transformation from a woman to a woman.

The man's face was completely indistinguishable at this time, and she only remembered the man's slightly restrained voice:

"Qingqing, a hundred years of acacia, began here......"

Wang Mei and the woman who possessed him had red eyes, Wang Mei was angry because of shame, but the woman was touched in her heart.

From the moment Wang Shensoul regained consciousness, he ignored the summons of the woman's body, and the strong sense of humiliation made her in a state of rage.

The jealous anger directly turned into a burning purple flame, burning all the peace and warmth, she had been ignorant and confused, and after experiencing this stimulation, she actually burned her soul power desperately to fight.

I saw a black flame burning with a gentle white light, and the man with apricot eyes and starry eyes, and the woman with a blurred face, all disappeared into the overwhelming black flames, and there was no time to let out even a single exclamation.

As this world gradually eclipsed, Wang Mei's face, which had been completely awakened, became colder and colder. She could feel that the breath that supported this heaven and earth was the extreme yang qi that she needed so much.

Therefore, her black flame can ignite that yang energy like a tarsal bone, and even absorb some of it for her own use.

This couldn't help but make her think, could it be that this heaven and earth included her in it because of the little bit of extreme yin true meaning in her soul?

You must know that her divine soul can be so condensed because she has incorporated the true meaning of the five essences into her sea of knowledge, and the fairy sound has agreed with her divine soul, and she has been constantly comprehending the extreme yin true meaning of the connotation of the little yin fish transformed by the fairy sound sound.

In this way, she was attracted by the man in the white light before, and it must have been the power of extreme yang contained in it?

The more Wang Mei thought about it, the more frightened she became: if she really possessed that woman, felt what she felt, loved what she loved, and hated what she hated, would she finally be lost in that world? Finally turned into a wisp of yin energy?!

"Yinyin?" Just as Wang Mei became more and more afraid, a kind and gentle voice attracted her attention.

"Who?" Wang Mei asked calmly.

The other party hesitated, but Wang Mei didn't wait for the other party to say more, so he asked again: "Where is this?" ”

Hearing her ask like this, the other party was not in a hurry, he seemed to smile lightly, and joked extremely viciously: "Guess? ”

Wang Mei's answer was extremely simple, as soon as the black light appeared in her hand, the tiger-faced bell mallet appeared in her hand.

This time, however, the hammer is noticeably more exquisite. The originally pure black mallet head turned into a fierce tiger head at this time, and between the tiger's teeth in its bloody mouth, a round bead loomed.

The most peculiar thing is that there is a faint white light in this black orb. The white light flickered and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The tiger-faced clock behind her at this time also slowly showed its true appearance, different from the previous tall bell frame, the volume of the tiger-faced clock that appeared this time was nearly doubled, and the bronze bell frame, the pattern was clearer, faintly visible, and it was also the appearance of a tiger descending the mountain.

The bell mallet in Wang Mei's hand struck it without hesitation.

"Bell!"

At the same time as the bell rang, a fierce tiger leaped out of the tiger-faced clock, its huge mouth wide open, and the bronze-colored ripples visible to the naked eye swung away.

At the same time, a layer of white light like water lines flashed out on the right side of Wang Mei's eyebrows at the same time. Behind the mighty bronze light wave, it was hidden.

Wang Mei was also attracted by this white light, so she didn't notice that the moment this white light appeared, on the beads of the bell mallet she held in her hand, there was a moment when black and white were intertwined, like two small black and white fish, playing with each other.

The bronze ripples struck forward, followed by the white ripples slowly advancing, their speeds gradually widening a small distance between them.

As a result, the place where the original voice appeared was subjected to two waves of attacks, and the gap between the two attacks happened to be the time difference that caught people off guard.

Disappointingly, however, the two waves of attacks left nothing but emptiness.

Wang Mei didn't look at the result of the attack, but turned her head to look at the place where the attack had been made before—it was the white stone she had taken the initiative to touch.

This time, she saw in a trance that the man who had been sitting cross-legged had stood up, but his face was still hidden behind the hazy white light.

The only thing that could be discerned was his long hair that had fallen down, and his fingers that showed their sleeves because of his movements at this time.

Just as she looked, the closed eyes were also slowly trembling, as if they were about to open, revealing the eyes that made people look forward to it.