The scene in the dream was gloomy and terrifying, his whole person was in a boundless darkness, the road under his feet was cold and piercing, and there were countless flowers on the other side of the road that flashed with red light......

He subconsciously walked forward, and at the end of the road, there was a bridge across it, which was white and dappled with red lights.

At the head of the bridge, an old woman was serving soup there, and the jar where the soup was served was written "Meng Po Soup"

And under the bridge, there is a blood-red river, and on the bank of the river is a monument that reads "Lethe River"

Countless people waited on the bridge to drink the soup, and when they were done, they began to cross the bridge. And Lu Xinyue is also among them.

When she was hit by Lu Xinyue, Lu Xinyue turned her head and looked at Luo Shao, who was standing under the bridge, and smiled slightly, Luo Shao shouted: "Lu Xinyue, that's Meng Po soup, don't drink it...... Drink it, and you'll forget about me. ”

In the distance, Lu Xinyue didn't speak, but slowly took the soup sent by the old woman, poured it into the Lechuan River under the bridge, and then said to Luo Shao in the distance: "I won't drink soup, and I won't let myself forget you, those pasts are the most beautiful things for me, for you, I am willing to jump off this Lechuan River and endure the torture of three lives and three lives......"

In the darkness, her smiling face became clearer and clearer, and the voice became clearer and more ethereal.

He stepped forward quickly, but his feet seemed to be frozen by something, and he couldn't move.

He wanted to say, "If that's the case, then you can drink that soup." However, he couldn't shout no matter how he shouted, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, he was in a hurry, but it was useless.

He just stood in place, watching Lu Xinyue jump off the river of blood, in the river of blood, struggling, fluttering, the river water, hot boiling for a while, cold for a while, cold, and Lu Xinyue was struggling inside......

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!"

Luo Shao screamed and woke up, but when he woke up, he found that Yiqiē was just a dream, and the place where he was not in the underworld, not by the Nai He Bridge, but in his own room.

It's just that even though I'm awake, my heart still seems to be empty, and it's constantly throbbing......

The qiē he dreamed about just now was really too real.

He couldn't help but wonder if what he saw just now was the real experience of Lu Xinyue's girl in the underworld, if that was the case, then how painful she should be.

At this moment, he suddenly wanted to follow her, go over and see if she was good over there......

However, just when he moved this thought, Xiao Luo Nian suddenly cried,

He suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Xiao Luo Nian, who was crying constantly, and frowned: "Yes, I still have you, I can't die, I still have to live in this world, I still have to protect you, protect this crystallization of me and your mother, and protect the only bloodline left by your mother...... Son ......"

Luo Shao got out of bed, slowly picked up Luo Nian, who was crying constantly, and comforted him carefully, and after a while, the little guy stopped crying, nested in Luo Shao's arms, and fell asleep sweetly.

Holding the warm little man in his arms, Luo Shao's heart was full of mixed tastes......

Lu Xinyue left completely, but he was not happy.

Lu Xinyue, I miss you so much, I really miss you.

After hugging Luo Nian for a while, he carefully put him down and walked to the window......