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The pain of the soul nail was heart-wrenching, and every time Xiao Qin nailed a soul nail into the soul of Sikong Tilt, the mountain reverberated with a terrifying scream.

Xiao Qin's hands were as white as snow, and the green smoke emitted when his soul was burned, was smoky and yellow.

After all the seventy-seven and forty-nine soul nails were integrated into Si Kong's soul, the newly dead corpse opened a pair of piercing red eyes and let out an extreme, extremely heart-rending wail, and scarlet blood spurted out of its mouth.

The corpse endured great physical pain and sat in the jade coffin to meditate and rest.

After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, there was no more dazzling red in those eyes, only the sparkle of starlight, the tranquility of a lake.

Yes, there is a sense of tranquility in the eyes of the freshman Sikong......

He stood up, stepped out of the jade coffin with one foot, and stood in the courtyard full of oleanders, his facial features were deep and handsome, and the moonlight in the sky poured down, falling on the moon-white brocade robe on his body, which made him as rich as jade.

"Congratulations on His resurrection!" The people of the six tribes of Jiuyi who came with Bai Ye saw Sikong come back to life, and the excitement in their hearts was overflowing.

Sikong glanced at Xiao Qin, Xiao Qin took out a scroll and handed it to him: "Your Highness, all the things recorded in the life of Prince Dongwei are recorded on the scroll, please remember it by heart." ”

Sikong took the scroll, and instead of unfolding it, he put it into the sleeve of his robe, and paced to the stone table, his fingertips twining the strings and stroking out a few beautiful notes.

After a while, he picked up the lyre, walked into the medicine house, looked around in the medicine house, made a mistake in his steps, and came to the room where Yun Juan had lived for four years.

A wooden bed, a table, a small cage, and a one-man high lamppost, an extremely simple room.

She lived in this room for four years, and for four years he would play a piano for her every night, until she got impatient, and then he would stop.

Every night, when she fell asleep, he would sit on the edge of the wooden bed, staring at her quietly, remembering the face that had been put in his heart for a long time.

Loving her is a secret that he can't tell as a ghost.

Now, he has regained his body and is willing to enter the red dust again for her.

From the previous life to the four years of getting along with Qishan, he knew her and knew what to do to impress her.

In this life, Ji Yeqi will only become a passing cloud for her.

And he, Sikong Tilt, will be her final destination!

Sikong Tian picked up a Luo Xinghua on the wooden bed, and cautiously put it to his lips and kissed it: "Juan...... In this life, you must fall in love with me, otherwise, let's die together......"

The blood left on his lips was stained on the pale blue Luo Xinghua, which was originally as pure as the sky, and was stained with a touch of cruelty.

Sikong Tian put the Luo Xinghua into the placket of his clothes, so that her favorite flower was close to his heart, as if she was sleeping against his chest......

After a while, Sikong Tian walked out of the medicine house and instructed Xiao Qin: "Burn it." ”

Xiao Qin understood, and gathered a cluster of bright yellow flames in his hand, and the flames flew into the medicine house, instantly igniting the medicine house.

Sikong Tian stood in the courtyard, looking at this burning medicine house, there was no reluctance in his eyes, and Qishan's qiē would become a memory for him.

He has suffered from forty-nine soul nails, he has been reborn, and what he needs is a new future!

Sikong turned around, took the subordinates of the Jiuyi and Six Divisions, and left Qishan without any nostalgia.

After they left, in the ashes of the medicine house, a white trapbird broke through the ground, muttered a small package in its mouth, and flew towards the north with its wings in its mouth