Then he poured wine into his mouth while lying down, sprinkled all over his body, and swam back by himself before leaving, King Bian Cheng looked up at the coast, wondering, how long would she have to swim to reach the shore?

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In the wolf demon cave, inside the crystal coffin, Xiaoyu's face was pale, motionless, and a tear ran down the corner of her eye and dripped down her ear.

From time to time, images flashed in her mind, like an imprint, so real that she couldn't admit that she was dead and still lying in a coffin.

The sea breeze is blowing, the waves are beating, the full moon is hanging in the sky, reflecting the sparkling sea water, as if it has been sprinkled with a layer of broken diamonds, the sea breeze is slow, blowing Xiaoyu a little cold, not far away stranded the body of an octopus, the octopus is the size of three green brick houses, it has been silent, not far away there is a person standing, he has his back to the woman.

The woman stepped on the waves and ran towards the man, two steps away from the man, and stopped: "Can you, let me see you again?"

"En......" The man was nine feet tall, a battle armor, and turned around, the woman was startled, and her heart tightened, seeing the man take off the helmet of the battle armor, scatter his long hair, angular face, extremely cold, and his light blue eyes were like the sea water under a clear sky, with bottomless depth.

The ......man put away his long knife and was about to put his helmet back on, turning to leave.

"No......" The woman stepped forward quickly and hugged the man tightly from behind: "Don't go, I'm afraid." ”

"Erase the thought of your suicide and live well, I still have to go back to Heaven to restore my life." The man broke the hand around his waist and soothed.

"Can you stay with me for one night, just ...... for one night," the woman pleaded.

The man turned around and took a serious look at the girl, her big eyes were bright and smeared with tears, full of longing, a white Luo Qun without any pretense, the sea breeze lifted her waist-length long hair, and her face was pure and lovely.

"What's your name?"

"Sook-qin"

"Shuqin?"

That night, he didn't leave, the two talked on their knees, and after a blood-red flame jade was handed to Shuqin, he left, and before leaving, he told her that this jade could keep her safe, and under the oil lamp, there was a trace of her back that she could not forget in this life.

Xiaoyu burst into tears again, dripping into the ear porch, she wanted to wake up, is this a dream, or is it real? Why is she so distressed? Why do you feel so sorry for him?

Countless scenes flashed in her mind, Shuqin carried a simple bag on her back, embarked on the road of finding love, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, begging, time flies, when her body has been turned over mountains and mountains, countless delicate wounds have been scratched, new injuries and old injuries are superimposed, with a good piano skill, she has bought art.

Finally on a rainy night, she had nowhere to hide, hiding in an abandoned Taoist temple, Shuqin picked up half a stick of incense scattered on the ground, it was a stick of incense, silently made a wish, I hope that these ten years will not be in vain, we must find that person, inadvertently, a picture scroll and a statue attracted her attention, blue eyes, a righteous spirit, although the picture scroll has been incomplete, the statue is also covered with cobwebs, but his cold appearance, she has never forgotten half a point.

King Bian Cheng? In charge of shouting the Great Hell, the Sixteen Little Hells, Shuqin read the remnants of the scroll word by word, and kept chanting: "Bian Cheng Wang Bi? It's him, it's really him. ”

Shuqin was grateful to the tears, and seemed to see hope, that night, it was the sweetest night she slept in the past ten years, and the next morning, she continued the journey of searching, and all the way to the hall about any deeds of King Bian Cheng, even if it is a legend, she also felt that it was a kind of enjoyment, she knew that King Bian Cheng was the god of war, and where there were demons and monsters, there must be his figure, and he was now taking care of the dead city, even if he couldn't find a place with demons, people would die, and he would be able to see him when he entered the underworld.

"Ten years of searching for this king?"

Tossing and turning, he found him on a small island that subdued the snake demon, he sealed the yin and yang monster into the cave behind the island in the sea, Shuqin waded through mountains and rivers to the island, looking at his back, the bitterness and experience of the past ten years, instantly collapsed, turned into tears.

"It's not in vain." Shuqin leaned on King Bian Cheng's shoulder, her eyes closed.

"Find a mortal to marry." King Bian Cheng looked at her early past two decades, missing the best youth, he had just assumed the position of the ghost king of the underworld, although he was moved, but he sensibly felt that this feeling might be because this woman had been looking for herself for ten years, for the ghost king, ten years is like a snap of a finger, for mortals, how many such decades?

"Why? I've been looking for you for ten years, and I got this little love in exchange? Shuqin's dream is completely old, and her heart seems to be grabbed fiercely, like a twisted towel, squeezing out her eyes full of despair and tears.

The picture turned, the gray sky, the black city, the two looked at each other in the dead city, forgetting the sorrow, she was very afraid of the bowl of Meng Po soup, and she didn't even leave a little memory for her, she could always see the shadow of his dynasty from a distance on the dead city.

King Bian Cheng occasionally looked sideways, a pair of eyes seemed to never leave, King Bian Cheng waved his hand to erase the scene on the mirror, he couldn't stand the woman's eyes looking through the autumn water every day, but he couldn't help but look at the scene of her life in the city of vain.

She sat in the corner, unfolding a painting, with pen and ink beside her, she muttered to herself: "I only have you in my heart in this life, if there is fate in the next life, I hope to be reincarnated as a demon, so that I can see you heroically and sassy again." ”

A tear fell on the scroll.

King Bian Cheng took a deep breath and waved his hand to sweep away the heart-wrenching picture.

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Xiaoyu convulsed, a heart-rending memory that tried to tell her brain to pieces, tears dried up, and came out again, over and over again, making her feel painful.

Outside the wolf demon cave, at the foot of the Netherworld.

"Who is she?"

The old lady is over half a hundred years old, full of energy, but she is full of silver hair, standing in the crowd, the four big men are all wearing night clothes, even Qingshuang is no exception, Xiao Fu is also wearing night clothes, this just met, the old lady pointed to Qingshuang and asked the boss.

"Who are you? This is still doing this kind of coffin thing when you are old, go back and lie down, I'm really afraid that your legs and feet are not good, and if you move in, you will lose half your life. Qingshuang was not convinced, and glanced at the boss.

"Mother, don't be angry, she is the woman in her son's picture and your future daughter-in-law." The boss really missed that spring night for a while, but he really didn't expect that his soul would be taken away overnight.

"What are you doing with your mother?" Qingshuang was not convinced.