They hugged each other for a long time.

All the years of affection have not lived up, and at this moment, two flowers with low eyebrows and tactful bloom in two barren hearts.

Now in front of Tang Ming's eyes, she exposes a woman's natural weakness and dependence. Crying and chattering in his arms, he kept sobbing and complaining, Tang Fatty, the two of us are really inseparable from life and death.

She was cowardly like a child, Tang Ming hugged her for fear that a little effort would hurt her, he lowered his head and kissed her smooth forehead, raised his head and looked at her with a smile, and then the dragonfly nodded water, and his mouth was imprinted on her lips.

"Girl." He looked at her helplessly, looked at her for a long time, remembered the past, and felt sour in his heart.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, she deftly sealed his lips and teeth, lingering and compassionate, she looked at him still full of sadness, and her love was accompanied by a kiss falling like raindrops, inviting him to share it.

After a kiss, a bitter hug to the extreme, she hugged him tightly.

Dream-like.

To her, and to him.

"Don Fatty." She looked at him, her talking eyes full of seriousness, and she said, "I like you." ”

Tang Ming saw that she was serious, pricked up his ears to listen to her, and the moment he heard this, he couldn't hold back for a while, he smirked, hugged her, and was so happy that he hugged her in a circle.

She also looked at him and laughed, laughed and laughed, and cried, she cried and laughed, which caught Tang Ming off guard.

Jin Hua said again: "I heard that people will drink Meng Po soup when they die, if you drink the soup then, don't forget me in the next life!" She was vicious, and forced her laughter to cry, and her smile was more ugly than crying.

"Okay." His appearance made him very happy, Tang Ming did not hesitate to respond, he looked at her, and for a moment felt that the vain he had suffered before was not important, as long as she was by his side.

"Okay, Tang Fatty, it's time for us to go, go to the Netherworld, cross the Nai He Bridge, and drink Meng Po soup." She spoke childishly and looked up at him, looking a little silly.

Tang Ming looked at her, he didn't know what to say for a while, and his original joy was depressed again.

He stopped her waist and hugged her whole person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, and said to her in a low voice: "Girl, close your eyes first, and we will arrive after sleeping." ”

Jinhua obediently closed his eyes, and was safe in his arms, obedient and clever.

And Tang Ming looked at her and sighed, how to tell her his story, he didn't know.

His body is strange in one word, why is it strange, because he is not in place with other people, he has become less human, at first he thought he had become a zombie, now it seems that it is not.

All he remembered was that when he woke up again, he was already lying in this vast mausoleum.

Moreover, he has one more person's memory, from that person's birth to death, trivial thoughts, all feelings, are as if engraved in his mind, indelible, unforgettable.

Sometimes he felt that he was that person, the emperor called Kublai Khan, but he remembered deeply that he was Tang Ming, Tang Ming of the Rong family girl alone.

Although Tang Ming's thoughts were wandering, his steps did not stop, and he quickly took Jinhua out, because he was the master of this tomb, and no evil dared to stop him, so he was extremely fast.

Jinhua was already asleep in his arms, tossing for almost a day, and he must have been extremely tired.

Although there was the joy of reunion and the joy of falling in love, but those joys were only for a moment, Tang Ming couldn't be happy, he couldn't help sighing, and went back to the place where he lived with Jinhua in his arms.

It was a completely different place from where they were, and on the empty and bleak hall, there was only a green lamp lit, and there was nothing but the pea-like light.

Tang Ming walked into the darkness and carefully placed Jinhua on the high platform with the green lights on.

He had been on this platform since he woke up, and he had always been accustomed to lying here, he didn't need to sleep, he didn't feel hungry, and he was okay with everything except that life was a little boring.

Tang Ming looked at Jinhua's sleeping face, he was in a trance for a while, he looked at Jinhua's appearance, and couldn't help but poke the small vortex at the corner of her mouth with his hand, she was asleep, cute and tight, but it was completely inconsistent with the fearless appearance on weekdays, and remembering that she was just a little girl, he looked at her and frowned for a few days.

She used to appear in her dreams every day, but now, she felt strange in front of her eyes, Tang Ming shook his head and laughed at himself.

Because Jinhua was asleep, he was a little lonely for the time being, and he had to think about something, about him, about this mausoleum, and about what changed the trajectory of all their lives.

He never told Sù Jinhua that he killed Tang Li.

At that time, he chased her and jumped off the road, and he also knew what happened on the road, and knew that Du Yuesheng caused the explosion, and he had already recovered at that time, looking at the fireworks that illuminated the darkness, and watching Tang Li disappear in the fireworks.

At that time, he was thinking, they are monsters, why should they live like this, it is better to die happily. He, I'm sorry Tang Li, I'm sorry for the Tang family, but he just doesn't want Tang Li to live like him, he can't get out of this mausoleum since he came, it's not that he can't find the way, but this mausoleum suppresses him, this suppression can't destroy him, he thought about it, but even the death that everyone fears is far away from him, the wounds on his body can be recovered in an instant, and death is even more difficult.

What is this kind of fate? It's hateful, but it's also miserable.

He doesn't know, or maybe the people who are in the middle of it don't know.

Jinhua had a dream, a dream about Tang Ming, she dreamed that Tang Ming stood on that supreme position and looked down on the world, and also dreamed of his depressed ending, but Tang Ming was not called Tang Ming, but was respected as Xue Chanhan. To put it another way, Tang Ming in her dream was Kublai Khan.

Jinhua felt that the dream was too unbelievable, so she lost her sleepiness, and when she opened her eyes, Tang Ming didn't know where she went, and she was no longer in the main hall.

It was dark all around, only there was such a bean light in front of her, Jinhua curled up on the high platform, looking around, quite helpless.

Probably Tang Ming saved her, thinking about what she did to Tang Ming, Jinhua couldn't wait to bury her head in the ground, at that time she thought she was going to die, when she saw Tang Ming, she thought he was a ghost who died to meet her, thinking that she was dead anyway, it was better to tell everything about it, and it would be easier to leave with peace of mind

She thought so, and she actually did that. Jinhua regretted a little and slapped herself twice, but just as she was making a move, she seemed to see a black shadow next to the pillar not far from the high platform, a very short shadow, it could never be Tang Ming.

Jinhua's heart hung up again, she wanted to jump down and take a look, but Tang Ming was not around, she had no defense, and all she had around her was this flame the size of a bean.

But when she looked at that place again, the black shadow was gone again, could it be that she was wrong, Jinhua rubbed her eyes, and guessed in her heart.