Chen Shuo, who was floating in the air, wondered, it stands to reason that he was a person who had died twice, why hadn't he seen any signs of black and white impermanence coming out to work, could it be that the underworld had removed himself?

Or is he an immortal who has suffered from the earth, and after experiencing all these bad things, now he just needs to wait for a burst of colorful light to welcome him back to his place?

When he first left his body, Chen Shuo was very sad, feeling that his life was like a joke, he was reorganized by a person over and over again, but he still threw himself into someone's arms without hesitation, always feeling that he was a white lotus who could save the dark heart, but he was played to death by others. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After cursing loudly for a long time, Chen Shuo floated towards the entrance of the cave, but was blocked by an invisible film, and it was useless to muster up all his strength to rush forward.

Whether it was hitting the wall or spinning and jumping, he couldn't leave this cave, and he could only look at He Muqing who was also trapped here depressedly. I saw him staring intently at the corpse lying on the ground, and people who didn't know the inside thought that he was guarding filial piety!

The next day, He Muqing began to examine the injuries on the corpse, even though Chen Shuo, who had become a soul state, still had a feeling of being peeped at in the face of his naked body.

I'm looking for a way to move bricks in shame, but unfortunately I can't pick up anything in my soul state. I could only keep passing through his body, and suddenly heard He Muqing sigh lowly, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry for making you hurt so much." ”

At this time, Chen Shuo was about to laugh out loud, the first time he saw a murderer apologize to the corpse, there was no one with this fake attitude.

Besides, big brother! You're not a crime of passion, you're intentionally killing someone, okay?

By the evening of the third day, Chen Shuo, who was bored, didn't find out that He Muqing wanted to take away, and finally came to his senses, it turned out that this thing had done so many things just to let the original fifth junior brother come back, and the means were too cruel.

That's not what it means to exchange a life for a life, can you read more?

At the same time, for the fact that He Muqing turned out to be an infatuated lover, Chen Shuo really didn't know whether to cry or laugh, because he was not in love with him, should he be killed?

The time spent in the cave was very boring, and on the night of the fourth day, He Muqing finally couldn't bear it and began to meditate to stabilize his mind, and his soul didn't need to sleep, so he was lying in mid-air to observe this person who haunted him in his life.

In terms of appearance, he is not as admired by thousands of people in the netherworld; In terms of wealth, he lost to Chu Ci's rich treasury; In terms of cultivation, he is difficult to match Mo Feng's talent. Why did you like him in the first place?

Chen Shuo refused to admit from the bottom of his heart that he was blind.

The sun rose again, and it was already the fifth day, and as soon as He Muqing, who had returned to his senses, opened his eyes, the despair in his eyes had already emerged, and he scanned the mountains of books around him.

I grabbed a copy casually, only to hear him mutter, "Ghosts, returnees!" The body dies and turns into ghosts, the essence returns to the sky, the flesh returns to the earth, the blood belongs to whom, the veins return to the rule, the sound returns to the thunder, the eyes return to the sun and the moon, the line returns to the wind, the bones return to the wood, the tendons return to the mountains, and the qi returns to nothingness. ”

"......" Chen Shuo rolled his eyes vigorously, knowing very well that he was dead, just waiting for the underworld to receive it, please don't make up for it.

Unexpectedly, He Muqing suddenly had an epiphany when he read it, and hurriedly began to meditate and cultivate, Chen Shuo showed a crying and laughing expression, and said that he had been here for so long, and he had not met the crossing welfare, it turned out that he was the biggest golden finger!

Chen Shuo's malicious conjecture was originally sent by the secret school to reveal his fate: Brave monk! Kill Chen Shuo and upgrade quickly! Come on! Come on!

Wandering on the edge of the cave entrance, looking up at the clouds outside, if you are not in the state of your soul, you should be more relaxed.

On the sixth day, Chen Shuo watched He Muqing pick up the corpse and start talking, who did the sky spare? It seems that he was also driven crazy. For some reason, after a sneer, a trace of joy rose in his heart, if he could never get out, then he could always watch him.

"Chen Shuo! Are you in there? ”

Chen Shuo swooped and flew to the entrance of the cave to check, Jixiang actually found this place, but unfortunately it was a little too late. He Muqing slowly put down the corpse in his hand, walked to the entrance of the cave with a dead face and said, "He is dead, you can go." ”

"Die to your sister! Lao Tzu didn't feel it at all, call Chen Shuo out! Although the arrogance was very arrogant, the trembling tone still revealed the fear in his heart.

A word woke up the person in the dream, He Muqing hurriedly looked up and down at Jixiang, it seemed that except for the hair on its body was a little knotted, it was not a big deal. With a look of ecstasy, he turned around and hugged the corpse, and said excitedly: "I knew you weren't dead, you should speak quickly!" ”

"Are you stupid!" Chen Shuo, who was floating in the air, roared angrily, but he didn't expect He Muqing to glance there as if he had a feeling, and the despair in his red eyes made Chen Shuo shrink back in shock with just one glance.

"Is that you? Are you still here? He Muqing, who looked crazy, turned his head around.

With a deep sigh, Chen Shuo remembered that he had nothing to be afraid of like this. boldly reached out to touch He Muqing's cheek, and as expected, it passed through at once.

He Muqing, who was caressed by the cold breath, stretched out his hand involuntarily, as if he wanted to grab something, but he didn't know what to leave behind.

Jixiang persevered and scolded at the door, pushing forward a hundred years and pushing back three generations to greet again. It wasn't until it was dark that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak clearly, and he said cruelly: "He Muqing! You've been waiting here for a long time, and you're going to tear you apart when Mona gets married. ”

This is simply a turning point for God, Chen Shuo has become a lonely ghost, but Meng Na is going to marry someone with ten miles of red makeup?

Everyone has crossed over, should the fate be so bad!

There was only silence at the door, He Muqing's eyes dimmed again, and he repeatedly tore his hair, why didn't he let Jixiang help bring the prepared body over? Is it because you're afraid that someone will get in the way? Or are you afraid it's too late?

The trembling hand gently stroked the hair that was already slightly dry, and despair struck, and he was already fearless, and he whispered: "I can always feel your positive strength, but also feel your hidden vulnerability, I like your sense of being conquered, only then will you come to rely on me." How proud I am of the joy you show when you talk about your dreams, and I don't hesitate to be with you anymore. You are always so optimistic, as if suffering has given you wings and taught you to go against the wind. I'm different, and suffering always makes me ponder. Even though I know that you are not him, I still can't help but like you, like your self-confidence, like your confidence in the future, and like your ability to make people around me happy anytime and anywhere. Therefore, after all, I still selfishly want to treasure you and create a you that only belongs to me. Now, everything is a bubble. ”

I never expected that I would hang up, and I could hear a touching confession. The question is, you played everyone to death before you confessed, is it a necrophilia?