Si Ming's soul fluttered away from her body, but she didn't see the rumored soul envoy come to lock the soul and take the soul. It was foggy all around, except for a bright light in front of her to guide her forward.

Every time I took a step, I heard the cries of my own children behind me, and I had no choice but to walk forward step by step.

I don't know how long I walked, but the surroundings gradually became clearer. A voice rang out in the air:

"Fairy Si Xuan, don't hurry up and return to your position."

There is a gentle breeze, the fragrance of flowers overflowing, and fairy music playing.

In front of her was a luxurious golden chair with a crown of daylilies. She glanced at it, as if the flower crown could speak, and persuaded her to wear it. The golden chair seemed to have a magical power, tempting her to sit on it.

Si Cheng was so fierce that she stopped looking at the golden chair with a crown, and fell to her knees with a grunt and shouted:

"The little woman died unjustly, and I ask the fairy family to be the master for me."

"This sister is so confused, how to shout grievances in the palm of the division. As everyone knows, everything in the world has its own destiny, and it cannot be changed, so how can there be such a thing as a grievance. My sister's mortal experience should be clearer and clearer, how to let the filthy air in the red dust lose the nature of the immortal family, and I don't recognize the way home. ”

The chief priest couldn't kneel down and shouted that he was wronged.

One voice becomes many.

"Sister Si Xuan, this is the end of the world."

"Just carry it into the clear pool, and the gods will naturally come back."

"This can't be helped, if you're not careful, your soul will be scattered."

"Sister Si Tan, do you think everyone is as delicate as you?"

Each sound is crisp and pleasant, like playing a piece of music.

"Qian Sicheng, you were originally a fairy in charge of daylilies in charge of the Command Division. Because of a dissatisfaction, I thought that the daylilies bloomed mediocre, not as colorful as other flowers, so I punished you to experience in the world. Now that the catastrophe has passed, why not return to its place? ”

A voice of vicissitudes of life said.

"The little woman has heard that the daylily flower has the reputation of the mother's flower, and she forgets the worries. Now my children are still young, and they miss their mothers and cry day and night. I am ashamed of my mother, how can I forget my worries. Why don't the immortals let me go back to the world, but it's not too late to come back to serve me after I have my heart. ”

Si Cheng kowtowed and said.

"What kind of place is this, you can bargain, come there, and don't beat this fight to ashes."

Si Yi simply stood up and said:

"I have worked hard all my life, I have never done murder and arson, and I have lived hard. With hard work, he raised a pair of children alone. If I end up like this, the one who harms me will be a hundred times worse than me. ”

"People often say that evil does not prevail over good, but in the world, good people do not live long, and disasters will last for thousands of years. Everyone is looking forward to the retribution of those wicked people, but there are a few who suffer from the retribution of the present eye. ”

"As the saying goes, those who put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, there are also prodigal sons who turn back and do not change their money. It can be seen that a bad person may not be retributed in the end, and a good person will never recover because of a mistake in his life, isn't it very wronged. ”

"I don't accept it, I don't accept it, I'm wronged, I'm wronged."

She tore her throat open and yelled.

"Since ancient times, the rules have always been like this, how can you be a little mortal to question it." The voice said again.

"What rules, when will they be established? Since Pangu opened the sky, Nuwa must have not had this rule when she created people. It can be seen that this rule is also established by mortals, and the theory of the number of lives is also made by mortals. Since it is a human being, why is it unquestionable and unchangeable? Si Cheng retorted.

"It's really ridiculous, mayflies shake trees beyond their means. The way back to the world is behind you, and no one is stopping you, so you can go back on your own. ”

The vicissitudes of life voice said coldly.

All the fairies gasped, and the Palm Destiny Division had existed for more than 100 million years. I have never heard of the truth that the souls of the dead who have arrived here will return to the world on their own, although there are occasional stubborn spirits, but if they choose to turn back, they will be reduced to ashes in a few moments.

Si Yan turned her head and saw a pitch black behind her, unable to see her fingers, and there was no way out. What's even more terrifying is that who knows what is hidden in that darkness.

It's just that she was indignant in her heart, and she couldn't care so much anymore, so she resolutely went against the grain.

I only felt that the wind was gusting all around, and the cold was pressing. Like a blind man who walks at night, he does not know the east, south, west, and north. I thought to myself, I don't know how long or what month this situation will take. I felt tired again, my stomach was rumbling, and I desperately needed a place to rest.

Suddenly, there was a light behind her, and she unconsciously turned around.

I saw a thatched hut not far from me, and the door of the house was not closed.

It was as if she saw an ordinary bed and an ordinary wooden table in the room. The coarse cloth and old quilt on the bed are enough to rest, and a bowl of gruel and a nest on the table are enough to satisfy hunger.

She couldn't help but run towards the thatched hut, and at the moment she just wanted to eat a full meal and sleep peacefully.

No matter how firm your heart is, who will pay attention to your ideals in the midst of hunger and cold. A penny can still force a hero to death, and a bowl of leftovers will also make the nobles in the persecution bow their arrogant heads.

A sneer rang out in the darkness, and she was in a state of excitement.

Si Yan heard a sneer in the darkness and came to her senses. I am a soul without a body, how can I feel tired and hungry. That's just a scam.

She then walked into the darkness, the light behind her dimming and brightening.

The flowers in the pavilions and pavilions are red and willow green, and the scenery is fragrant; Yuyu Qionglou carved beams and painted buildings, golden splendor; People in the middle of the world are dressed in fine clothes and eat gluttonous meals. The silk and bamboo are pleasant to the ear, and the wine is intoxicating.

has exhausted the extravagance and prosperity of the world.

These made anyone look at it and be tempted, and Si Ling restrained herself at first. But then she became more and more confused, why did she want heaven to have a way and hell to do it.

She is Fairy Si Xuan, she originally lived in the fairy mirror, she never wants to go to the world to suffer and be bullied.

Accept your fate! Accept your fate! So be it!

She walked slower and slower, and then simply stopped. Whenever I was about to turn around and run towards the light, the cry of a child calling out to my mother sounded in my ears.

Babies, everyone has a life, and your mother is dead. As royalty, your life will not be more difficult than that of the poor.

She heard her husband's gentle whisper again.

After all, you and I have no fate, and from then on, heaven and man will be separated forever, and eternal life will never be implicated. You are your third prince, and I am my Si Xuan Fairy.

Suddenly, I remembered her mother-in-law Li and Aunt Sun, as well as the wicked people who bullied her. I don't know what the fate of these individuals is, and what kind of god or immortal nether experience is it, and in the end, they all return to you.

and her biological mother, who has lived a life of grievances and grievances, and often says that it is better to die than to live.

What is a good death, a painless death, or a good place to go after death, like her.

To live is to strive to live as a person, why live?

Why do people want to live, do they have to wait for death? Like a chess piece, walk the arranged path step by step on the chessboard of fate, without resistance, without resentment, just waiting for a good place to go after death?

No, I'm Qian Siyi, not a fairy.

I will go to my children, and I will take revenge on those wicked who have oppressed me. I want to find out who set fire to my face, I want to make Huang Huan's life worse than death, and let him know that he abandoned me and deceived me.

Suddenly, the prosperity in the brilliant lights instantly disappeared, and there were many demons and monsters around her.