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"Leng Aotian, what have you done to yourself?"

"Sango, that's good."

Jiang Muxue didn't understand what he meant by this sentence.

"Today's proof is superfluous...... I just, can't believe it...... Sango, if so, how nice it would be if I could meet you sooner......"

Leng Aotian was intermittent, and the dark red blood flowed non-stop.

"But still, thanks...... It's so good that I'm still, meet, meet you...... Coral...... I, I'm going to be free. ”

"Hope, hope you, happiness, happy ......"

He wanted to say something more, but his physical condition no longer allowed it, because of the pain, his body convulsed badly.

The mouth opens and closes, and at the end it breathes heavily, until finally, there is no breath.

but the eyes are closed.

However, his hand kept grasping Jiang Muxue's hand and didn't let go until he died.

Jiang Muxue really didn't expect this to be the end.

After doing so many tasks, seeing so many joys and sorrows, and the normalcy of life, her heart has long become extremely hard.

Just like a doctor, when facing death for the first time, he will have heart-rending pain, and even resentment that he does not have the ability to "live dead, flesh and bones".

But after seeing too much, I slowly became indifferent and numb, and even deliberately made myself indifferent and numb.

But the moment Leng Aotian closed his eyes, Jiang Muxue burst into tears, hugged his corpse, and did not move for a long time.

The door creaked open, and an old monk wearing a robe and holding a tin staff shook his head and walked in.

"Amitabha."

"Donor, let's give him to the poor monk."

As he spoke, four little novices came in, and with gentle movements, they lifted Leng Aotian onto the rattan rack, and then left.

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The abbot told Jiang Muxue that Leng Aotian had said that if he died one day, please bury him next to Ouyang Wenjie, so that the two of them would be accompanied by each other, and no one would become a lonely ghost.

After hearing this, an inexplicable cold wind blew, Jiang Muxue gathered her hair and hugged her shoulders, feeling that it was not the wind that was blowing, but a burst of loneliness.

Recently, after the filming of this drama, it became a big fire, and everyone got their wish.

Jiang Muxue announced her retirement at the celebration party held by the crew, and many people were dumbfounded.

For her, it's the season of the day.

Just like back then, Yao Shan chose to marry and retire when he was in the middle of his life.

Two similar scenes, but with very different meanings.

After handling the work, Jiang Muxue went to the prison, and when Gong Wushuang heard that someone came to see her, she cried with joy, but when she saw that the person who came was Jiang Muxue, she immediately hit the wall angrily.

She thought it was Leng Aotian who came to see her.

turned out to be this woman who wanted to be torn apart!

Jiang Muxue took out a note from her pocket, on which were written the words "Leng Aotian".

Gong Wushuang immediately quieted down and picked up the phone.

"250 years, that's a good number." Jiang Muxue said with a smile.

“…… No more nonsense! Why didn't Aotian come? Aotian ......"

Gong Wushuang ignored Jiang Muxue's ridicule, and looked straight behind her, but did not see Leng Aotian.

"Do you really miss your son?" Jiang Muxue asked.

"Nonsense! He is my son, how many mothers in this world do not love their children? ”

"I don't know how many there are, but there is one sitting in front of me." Jiang Muxue sneered and continued: "Leng Aotian died, died at the foot of Nanhua Mountain, and was finally buried with Ouyang Wenjie. I'm here today to tell you this. ”

Gong Wushuang didn't believe it, shook his head, and suddenly burst into tears, tears flowed down his face, and he scolded in his mouth, "You killed Aotian!" It's you! You murderer! Harmful spirits! How come no one has arrested you!! ”

Because of the limited time, Jiang Muxue couldn't talk nonsense, and she didn't want to talk nonsense, so she said directly: "If they could be together so openly and honestly during their lifetimes, they would not be in such a miserable situation today." It is a great irony that we can't stay together before we die, but we sleep together after death! ”

"According to the identity and status of your Leng family, you can actually do it, but you are bent on entering the political arena and have greater ambitions. Therefore, if you don't agree, you cover it up in every possible way, so that there is a tragedy for the two of them. Fortunately, I woke up in time in this life, otherwise, their tragedy would have been covered with another layer of sin! ”

"Whether you admit it or not, your ambition swallows everything."

After speaking, Jiang Muxue threw down the microphone and got up to leave.

No matter how Gong Wushuang roared behind him, he didn't turn his head back.

When Jiang Muxue left the scene, it was already twenty years later.

In the past 20 years, she has only done two things, the first is to pay attention to and take care of orphans. The second piece, waiting to leave.

Yao Coral is an orphan, and she best understands the duckweed-like panic and helplessness of orphans.

Jiang Muxue did this, which can be regarded as returning to her origins and helping her return to the beginning, but with a different state of mind.

Before leaving this world, Jiang Muxue went to see Gong Wushuang again, it was a coincidence, 250 years in prison, Gong Wushuang only sat for 20 years, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and chose to commit suicide.

When Jiang Muxue visited her, Gong Wushuang just took his breath.

The yin-yang mirror on her waist suddenly touched, and Jiang Muxue understood the reason why she could leave this world at this time.

When tracking the black round cake, Jiang Muxue followed behind the Yin-Yang Mirror.

She could see clearly, the round cake seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, it used to look like a moon cake, but now, it has become a baked cake.

After the Yin-Yang Mirror swallowed up the black shadow, Jiang Muxue collected her grievances, and the chaotic Huangquan Realm quieted down.

"Let's go, Yao Sango, the deity will give you another ride."

Facing the resentful spirits trembling on the ground, Jiang Muxue tried her best to make her voice gentle.

However, the resentful spirit in front of him was reluctant to leave, let alone get up.

Jiang Muxue stood with her hands in her hands and stopped talking.

After a long time, Yao Sango's mood calmed down, and then he got up, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Muxue.

However, in front of the bridge, she suddenly grabbed Jiang Muxue's sleeve, "Big, my lord, please, let me become an ugly woman in the next life!" ”

"Why?"

"Because, because, perhaps, I can settle down."

Jiang Muxue smiled, a little helpless.

After thinking about it, he said seriously: "In this world, there are too many ugly-looking women who are not at all restless. Even, more. ”

"What if you were one of them?"

Yao Coral was silent.

Jiang Muxue sighed, "Appearance has nothing to do with character. Character is related to style. Style comes from the realm. The realm requires cultivation. Do you understand? ”

Yao Shan nodded ignorantly, and still refuted: "But, but if I were a little uglier, I wouldn't have so many delusions, at least, I wouldn't go to Xiao Xiang Leng Aotian." ”

"Really? Then why is Leng Aotian so ugly and handsome when he goes out? You have also been a star in your previous life, aren't there also very safe fans among you? ”

"Actually, you just hate your face." Jiang Muxue said in one word, Yao Shan just regretted not being at the beginning.

"It's never about how the face is, it's about what do you do to support it?"

Jiang Muxue said seriously.

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