The faint face appeared above the mouth of the coffin, and suddenly frowned, there was blood all over her body, and even the face was almost covered with blood, and even her mother couldn't recognize her.

A smell of blood came to his nose, and Youyou couldn't help pinching his nose: "I was buried in a concubine's suit, it's cheap for you." ”

"Have you seen enough? Don't disturb my sister's rest. Yi Ling wiped away her tears and raised her hand to reclose the coffin lid in a choked voice.

"Your sister?" Youyou hugged her arms, circled around Yi Ling, and looked her up and down, aren't you also a demon? "Wait, this is the underworld, except for Yin Jun, I have the final say, I came to see off the war concubine on behalf of my father, at least, I have to pay respect, don't you?" ”

Youyou clasped the coffin lid with his backhand, pushed the coffin lid open a little more, looked down at Xiao Yu's body in the dark coffin, and raised his hand to reach in: "How to say that it is also the sixth princess, this face must at least be cleaned up." ”

Youyou said, took out the handkerchief, ordered someone to push the coffin board away, raised his hand and reached in, and the handkerchief wiped the blood on Xiaoyu's face "gently".

"You can't pretend to be, do you?" For a moment, he thought to himself, and Xiao Yu, who was wrapped in a handkerchief, pinched his face and turned his head to look, but there was no movement.

"Just let you die, think about it, it's really not "willing". Youyou thought fiercely, raised her hand and took off the hairpin from her head and said loudly to everyone: "This golden hairpin is worth a lot, since the six princesses died for the underworld, this hairpin will be given to her to accompany the funeral, talk about it." ”

As he spoke, he handed the hairpin in, and said to Xiaoyu's neck desperately, but he felt that it was hard, strange, and he looked down at it, and the hairpin was inserted on the coffin board without being biased, no, this is obviously her neck, the corpse seems to have moved a little, and it seems that it has not moved.

"Have you seen enough?" Yi Ling stepped forward.

Youyou's eyes were still looking Xiaoyu's body up and down, and suddenly Xiaoyu opened her eyes and stared at Youyou-"Ah...... Hell hell hell...... "You're leaning back quickly, jumping away in fright, soothing her chest, pointing to the coffin and saying to everyone, "Hell it......"

"Where the hell? Why didn't I see it? Yi Ling glanced at her sister with an embarrassed expression.

Faint doubts, could it be true that I hallucinated? Before moving the coffin again, I looked down and saw that Xiaoyu was still lying there, motionless......

"The princess must have been too tired and hallucinated...... Lao Liu stepped forward to explain.

Youyou threw the golden hairpin in his hand into the coffin, flicked his sleeves, and walked away with a few ghost pawns and maids from the palace of Yudu.

The news of the death of the six princesses, like a tornado blowing over the underworld, instantly spread to thousands of households, some people gloated, cursing a female generation should not be in the limelight, a very small number of people will admire a woman, for their husband to fight the kraken, one after another to come to the funeral, more and more.

The guards of the Dead City, as well as the ghost pawns of the Six Kings' Mansion, were like children without a father's mother, their morale was greatly reduced, and the long funeral procession spread all the way to the Peach Blossom Courtyard at the foot of the Stygian Mountain.

Xiaoyu's "last words" will be buried here and stay under the peach blossom forest for a long time.

It was an unruly ceremony, Yin Jun did not object, at least, he couldn't care about it for a corpse, and from now on, there would be no such person as a white jade demon concubine.

The peach petals flying all over the sky are like blood rain, the cool cold wind rolls the peach petals, and the lost ones are sprinkled on the lonely inscription, and a silver light flashes, swishing...... Click......

The Xuanbing Sword fell from the sky and plunged straight into the surface, and then, a touch of brilliant fiery red followed, falling under the peach blossom tree, bringing a yin wind, and a large area of peach petals began to fall.

"Xiaoyu, don't pretend, come out for Ben Jun......" Jun Mo's words were without any emotion, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he pressed one hand on the inscription.

"Come out quickly, Benjun's patience is limited." Jun Mo seemed to mutter: "If you don't come out again, this gentleman will dig a grave." ”

The cold wind was cold, except for the petals falling from the sky, no one answered, Jun Mo's face became more and more ugly, could it be that he just walked away for a short while, and she passed away?

He didn't believe it, pressed his finger on the inscription, trembled heavily, and stabbed into the inscription fiercely, the inscription made a crisp clicking sound, Jun Mo suddenly raised his hand, looked at the inscription with pity, and stroked inch by inch, as if looking at a peerless treasure.

"If you leave like this, how will Benjun live?" He half-squatted and said word by word, as if he was talking to himself: "Benjun knows that you love the old ghost deeply, even if you don't look at me, I don't want anything." ”

"As long as you can come back to life, I will take you to the Divine Dragon Temple, even if you cut off the mortal dust and cut off the six senses, it's okay to ......" Jun Mo muttered to himself, his voice desolate as if he was the only one left in this world.

Xiao Yu is gone, it is meaningless for him to keep the mortal dust, if he is left alone in this world, is he going back to three thousand years ago, the world full of killing every day in order to prove his existence, the value of his survival is to constantly find his connection with this world.

I finally found it, but I lost it again, and I don't know if one day he disappears, and who will remember him.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and an old man, who didn't know when, stood on the porch pavilion and looked straight at Junmo.

Jun Mo got up slowly, this person, it seems that he knows, but he dares to guarantee that he has not seen him, this kind of consciousness is very familiar, it seems to be the memory of Pyrro, and it seems to be the white-bearded old man he saw when he was a child: "Zhen Zhezi? ”

Zhen Zhezi pursed his lips and smiled, others didn't recognize Jun Mo, but he recognized that this kid turned out to be a little boy from Longyue Kingdom more than three thousand years ago, and the soul of Pyrroli was injected into this person's body.

It's just that the evil thoughts in his heart can't be eliminated, so he can only extract his good thoughts out of his body and help Piro complete the foundation of the Ninth Generation, which can be regarded as a matter of inheriting the great responsibility for the Divine Dragon King.

"Little doll, I didn't expect to see you here." Zhen Zhezi strode forward, with a compassionate smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Old man, do we know each other?" Jun Mo pretended to be stupid.

"Hiss......" Zhen Zhezi stopped and gasped, this doll won't remember him, you know, counting, he also gave this doll a great creation.

"Don't you remember when you were eight years old?" Zhen Zhezi reminded that he was here to find out if this demon girl was dead, but he didn't expect to meet him, and he didn't remember anything.

"If you remember it or not, what does it have to do with you?" Jun Mo didn't look at him, when he was eight years old, he was originally a complete body, but he was lost in the killing, and almost put Bai Yu to death, he hadn't settled accounts with him, and almost forgot the night when he was eight years old.

Zhen Zhezi's old face sank, he didn't expect this doll's temper to be bigger than when he was a child, he was too stubborn, I just don't know if he can be the successor of the Shenlong clan.

"One day you will know that this immortal came here today just to confirm whether it is a corpse or an empty ......coffin buried here," Zhen Zhezi raised his hand and pointed to the inscription.

Jun Mo glanced sideways at Xiao Yu's inscription, his eyes were sharp, revealing a dangerous aura, he looked at Zhen Zhezi, took off the wine jug on his waist, raised his head and closed a big sip, even if it was indeed a corpse, he wanted to take a look: "Whatever!." ”