Chapter 65: Confessions and Portraits of Ghosts

Xiao Yu listened to the sound of clothes for a while, so he put down his hand, and covered it again before he put it down: "You scoundrel liar, as you spoke, tears flowed from between your fingers. ”

Xiao Yu's face was hot, where was he wearing clothes, but he took off his essence at all, turned his back to her, and his ass was exposed.

When King Bian Cheng saw it, he paid it back, he actually cried, he liked her frightened appearance, he could make her dependent, he liked her angry but helpless look, so as to prove that she had her own place in her heart, but he never thought of making her cry.

Raising his hand, the clothes were properly dressed, and the tidying was finished: "Xiaoyu, this king is just playing a joke on you." ”

King Bian Cheng leaned his face over, pressed one hand on the bed, and knocked Xiaoyu's hand away with the other hand and said, "This time it's really dressed, I don't believe you touch it." ”

As he spoke, he took Xiaoyu's other hand and touched it, only then did he believe that he put down his hand, and he didn't dare to look at him with hazy teary eyes, so he raised his hand and slapped him.

"......" King Bian Cheng didn't dodge or dodge, his blue eyes were instantly replaced by coldness, revealing a hint of danger, he was the king, he was the ghost king, last night's lingering harmony collapsed in an instant, he prepared a concubine suit for her, and wanted to marry her into the underworld, he prepared all his plans.

"Don't be too careful, I don't know the severity, this king just looks like Shuqin, don't know what kind of woman does this king want?" King Bian Cheng turned his back and said that he could get a piece of the film but couldn't deceive himself, and he was a little entangled and uncomfortable.

"I know, that's the blessing that my Bai Yu cultivated in my previous life, and I can get the blessing of your ghost king in the underworld overnight." Xiao Yu smiled, hummed, and squinted his eyes to meet his cold eyes: "I, Bai Yu, since the first time I saw you in Mochizuki Town, I knew that it was because I looked like her, so I didn't need to emphasize more, not to mention, I Bai Yu didn't want to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix." ”

King Bian Cheng's chest rose and fell, he wanted to pinch her neck, twist her off, twist her fiercely, his cold eyes were sharper, he was really afraid that if he stayed for one more second, he would be mad by this damn woman, flick his big sleeves, and turn around and go out.

"You stop......" Xiao Yu shouted, lifted his coat, wrapped himself and got out of bed and went out, a fresh breeze blew, drying Xiao Yu's tears.

"What? Do you want the king to be responsible? King Bian Cheng didn't reply, his back was to Xiaoyu.

"Did you see Tempo?" Xiao Yu looked at his back, took a deep breath, tried to suppress the pain in his heart, his throat was dry, and he endured it.

"No ......" King Bian Cheng paused, as long as she said a soft word, even if it was half a sentence to save it, he gave up the dignity of the king and took her away, but after standing for a long time, he didn't wait for a little word.

Xiao Yu stood until his figure disappeared into the sky, and the distress made her body tremble slightly, holding on to the doorrail, her eyes were blurred, and her body gradually slid until she was soft on the ground, and she could still feel that every time her heart beats, she would feel a burst of distress at the pulling place.

Xiaoyu looked at her arm blankly, there were dense finger bruises on it, last night couldn't help it, it was like a play without a protagonist, and she couldn't catch a trace of her own shadow, she, just a person watching the play, I don't know why, she hated this body, hated every inch of skin on this body, suddenly, hugged her knees, lowered her eyes, burst into tears, but did not show a trace of crying.

Knowing that there was today, she would rather have the remnant soul pass away with the wind than walk into the crystal coffin and witness everything in her previous life, yes, people say that these are all destined by God, and the imprint left on the Sansheng Stone, but if there is no memory of the previous life, even if you meet in this life, no matter how hard you try, you can't remember the good ......

As the sun set, Xiaoyu stood up and freshened herself, and Meimei said to herself when she saw the bruises on her body: fall, fall...... Is it a fall......

Let out a sigh of relief, the evening breeze is slow, Xiaoyu washes the dishes and dresses up, walks into the wooden house, looks at the mess of the bed, quietly cleans up, and sees if you can find the traces of Tianbao, a back door behind the wooden house, Xiaoyu carefully investigated, there is indeed a little trace of dirt on the ground, and it has spread to the back door, Xiaoyu opened the back door, and the back door is a hilly wasteland, and you can't see the barren grass on the side at a glance.

It seems that Tianbao is not dead, but if he is crazy and stupid and hurts someone, it is okay to say, if he is beaten to death, then it will be troublesome, why should he leave? Hungry? Xiao Yu wandered left and right, generally walking out, while thinking about where he would go, people who lost their lives may not be able to remember the past, but, just not very clear, Xiao Yu thought, looking all the way, to see if there are any traces of soil.

There is occasionally a trace of soil on the leaves of the barren grass, but through the barren grass, it is the mountain road, even if the soil shakes off, it is impossible to tell whether it is Tianbao's body or the ground already exists, Xiaoyu looked left and right, the mountains were continuous, and there was no human figure at all.

Xiao Yu searched for three days and three nights in this barren mountain and wilderness, and her injured body was a little unbearable, so she planned to go to Furong Courtyard to ask Yi Ling first, if Tianbao was in her, it was impossible, so she first found a hidden place to spit out the magic pill.

The magic pill was suspended in mid-air, bursts of black gas swirled, Xiaoyu closed, I am afraid it will take some time to absorb all the demon qi of the magic pill, she has to heal her injuries first, and she can absorb a little bit is a little.

It was another three days in a flash, Xiao Yu's forehead was sweating, she opened her small mouth, inhaled it, inhaled the magic pill into her body, and sealed it in the dantian, this magic pill has now merged with her, and it is almost impossible to give up.

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King Bian Cheng of the Sixth Palace of the Difu frowned, thinking about Xiaoyu's temper, it was really elusive, could it be that all the women in the world were so weird?

"The king, the lower officials have something to report, I don't know ......" Half of the body asked for peace, holding the booklet in his hand, seeing that the king was thinking about it, he asked in a low voice.

"Say ......"

"This is the trial record of more than 20 families who died tragically in Qingshui Town overnight, with a portrait provided by the unjust soul, please take a look."

Half of his body handed the booklet to King Bian Cheng.

Bian Chengwang hastily glanced at the trial record, put the record on the desk on the left side, picked up the portrait, the ice-like face, instantly frowned, and exuded a dangerous aura: "This portrait is definitely provided by the unjust soul?" ”

The voice was cold and loud, and the light in his eyes never left the portrait.

It's her? What's wrong with her? She is now a mortal fetus in the flesh, and then look at this confession, compared with this portrait, white hair, white clothes, nails like hooks, black gas around her body, Bian Cheng Wang took a breath, it didn't look like her at all.