It's a pity that although Aaron blocked the powerful Grim Reaper, he couldn't stop the young girl.

Late that night, he was exhausted, and he fell asleep with Qinghe in his arms.

In the dream, a small black shadow lifted the curtain and flew to the front of the collapse. But seeing a flash of golden light, a needle had already pierced into the big acupoint of Ah Long's heart.

A silver bell-like child's voice sounded softly: "Ah Long, sleep well, rest assured, I will bury your lover for your good life." After finishing speaking, he broke Ah Long's hand, gently picked up Qinghe, and jumped out of the account.

Zhuo Yun was tormenting at the door, and when he saw Qi Yan jumping out, his face was sad: "Senior Sister Yan, is the little lady really gone?" ”

Qi Yan nodded again and again, convinced: "In the evening, she was already cold, no breathing, and there was no hope of survival. ”

As they spoke, the two of them turned over their horses and walked briskly as if they were thieves. After walking for several miles, I finally came to a hillside. Ten cronies have been waiting for a long time.

Looking at this place closely, the south is close to Jiudi Mountain, the north is bordered by Wuhujiang water, the mountains and rivers are symmetrical, the forests are lush and green, and the valley peaks are symbiotic and ask each other.

Zhuo Yun still couldn't bear it: "Ah Long woke up, will he blame?" ”

Qi Yan hardened his heart: "This cemetery, but I have chosen thousands of times in the past two days. This mountain is arranged in an arc-shaped shape, like a blooming Hualien, which is an ideal place for her to bury her bones and leave incense. ”

Zhuo Yun was still full of sadness: "As soon as she leaves rashly, I'm just afraid that Ah Long won't be able to survive." ”

Qi Yan's face was firm: "Now ruthless, it is one person who dies." Two more days of hesitation, I am afraid that there will be another grave. Without further words, he put the green lotus into the prepared coffin and gently closed the lid of the coffin.

A tomb had already been dug in the ground, and the soldier couldn't help but say something, so he wanted to start and put the coffin in it.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the horse hanging the bell, everyone was stunned. When I looked back, I saw a person coming at a gallop, and before he could get closer, he was already rolling off the saddle and falling off the horse, and he shouted: "Ah Yun, slow down!" ”

Zhuo Yun was shocked when he heard this: "Sumire tea, in the middle of the night, you don't want to rest for a long time, why are you haunting this place?" ”

Sumire tea's face was cold to freezing: "You guys are sneaky, and you want to bury Sister He?" ”

Zhuo Yun looked anxious: "She has been dead for a long time, and she can't afford to lose Ah Long's life again." ”

Sumire Tea was extremely painful, and even burst into tears: "She was buried in a mess, doesn't she hate Jiuquan!" ”

Qi Yan was afraid of changes and disturbing Ah Long, so she hurriedly flew forward and grabbed Sumire Cha's hand: "Sister Tea came just in time, I still have something important to discuss." ”

Sumire Tea looked suspicious, and just wanted to ask, but suddenly felt a numbness in her wrists, followed by soreness in her hands and feet, and she couldn't move.

Zhuo Yun was shocked, and was about to step forward to stop: "Senior Sister Yan, be merciful." ”

Qi Yan had already hugged Sumire Tea in her arms, flew on the horse, and smiled helplessly: "I have a sense of proportion, I just take her back to the camp first, so as not to cause trouble." ”

Zhuo Yunmu sent the two back to the camp, and then turned around and buried Qinghe. Looking back at the coffin, it seemed that a black shadow flashed rapidly, and when I looked carefully, I didn't see anything, I just looked at it.

Along the way, Qi Yan was softly exhorting: "Sister Cha, birth, old age, sickness and death, no one is spared." Go back to bed, and tomorrow morning all will be well." ”

I don't know that when the morning comes, it is a big deal. As soon as Ah Long opened his eyes, he was gone, and his heart suddenly cooled, only to feel that the rising sun was sinking and the rivers and seas were dry.

As soon as he groaned slightly, he knew that he was almost crazy, and he flew to the camp of the wounded.

Qi Yan was ambulating the wounded soldiers, and suddenly heard a fierce wind, and before she could turn back, she was hit with a big hole in the shoulder. Before he could react, he was taken out of the account.

Ah Long's face was colder than the iceberg: "Senior Sister Yan, where is Qinghe?" ”

Qi Yan rubbed her sore neck, full of worry: "Ah Long come with me." ”

Ah Long didn't say much, and ran after her, but in a moment, he came to the tomb.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is quiet. Dark clouds turn over the ink, and anger presses down on the hills.

Aaron stood on the grave, I don't know how long it took. Looking up, the clouds cover the mountain, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings.

Suddenly, the sky flashed brightly, and in an instant, the tombstone was shining, and the words "Little Lady Long" were even more clear.

Ah Long didn't think about it, he raised his palm, and with a "bang", the high-sounding tombstone was smashed to pieces.

Qi Yanrao is not afraid of heaven and earth, looking at Ah Long's hideous face due to extreme grief, he was also frightened, and involuntarily, took a few steps back: "Ah Long, people can't be resurrected after death, and I have no choice but to take care of you." ”

Ah Long turned a deaf ear, he had long forgotten that Qi Yan was by his side, and just whispered to himself: "Qinghe, I know, you don't like such a name." Don't worry, I won't be you again! ”

The thunder roared, the rain poured down, and in his mind, there was chaos, a blankness, and he didn't know where he was, let alone what year it was.

I don't know how long it took, the lightning gradually stopped, the thunder gradually stopped, and the heavy rain still stopped. The sky is bright and dark, dark and bright, and I don't know how many times it will be reincarnated.

He didn't know that he had stood past the morning, past noon, and past dusk. He only knew that she was really gone, and he was the only one left between heaven and earth.

Qi Yan hid to the side, just quietly accompanying each other, but did not dare to say more.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the faint sunset shines on the tomb of Qinghe. His tears, and the rain that remained on his long hair, rolled down his eyes.

He suddenly lost all his thoughts: "She's dead, what am I doing alive?" Why not stay with her forever? ”

Thinking of this, he was furious, let out a long roar, gathered his true qi, and slammed his palm. As he landed, mud splattered and flew in all directions, and a moment later, the grave was razed to the ground.

His eyes, bloodthirsty scarlet, waved his hands and dug downward. But in a moment, a hole appeared in the grave, revealing a coffin.

As soon as he jumped down, his hands were about to open the lid of the coffin. At the moment of the tentacle, a terrifying flash suddenly appeared above his head, followed by an earth-shattering thunderclap.

This thunderclap woke him up completely: "Why, I forgot about internal and external troubles? Did I forget the heavy responsibility on my shoulders? I forgot that Wu Bing is eyeing the tiger and may attack at any time? ”

He was stunned, then suddenly jumped up and flew out of the tomb. Without hesitation, he pushed with both hands and piled up all the soil next to the pit.

He naturally didn't know that at that moment last night, Qinghe was lying in the cold coffin, waiting for another cycle of life and death.

Death is coming, her teeth and claws are dancing, her eyes are full of hideousness, she is infinitely frightened, but she can only face it alone.

In the fog and fog, ethereal, I suddenly saw a woman in purple, described as beautiful, like a curling, if you look at it carefully, it is violet tea.

Qinghe cried with joy and rushed forward, but before he could reach it, the scenery had changed, and the purple clothes of Sumire Tea were leached with blood, and his whole body was stained.

In the blink of an eye, Sumire Tea has transformed into a red sleeve. The red sleeves opened their arms, and before they could embrace the green lotus, they had suddenly turned into jade. Qinghe threw herself into Langyu's arms, looked up, what, her face was changing again?

Who is she? Why do you look like yourself? No, she is not her Qinghe, but her sister in this life.

Qinghe was in her sister's arms, crying for a long time, her sister had strong hands, but she spoke so gently.

Before he could hear clearly, the scene changed rapidly, and the mother stared at her lovingly with a mischievous face.

Finally seeing his mother in this life, Qinghe mourned physically and mentally, and cried and turned: "Mother! Why don't you hurt me? I didn't recruit anyone, let alone provoke anyone, but I fell into this big bad luck and suffered this big sin! ”

Her mother hugged her into her arms and wiped her tears: "There is joy in growing up, but there are more tears." Where does happiness come from without tears? Whether you like it, dislike it, welcome it actively, or perceive it passively, it is inseparable from you. ”

Qinghe cried bitterly: "Mother! I just want to go back to the past, no sooner or later, no more, no less, as long as I was in the past, happy! ”

The mother's face was full of love: "Heaven and earth are the most fair, and the saints are the most benevolent." If you are more happy than others, you cannot shed fewer tears than others. If you crave more laughter, you must have more tears in return. ”

Qinghe burst into tears: "Mother, heaven and earth are unfair, and saints are unkind." I just want to be simple and smile happily. ”

Mother is meaningful: "Whether it is happiness and laughter, or pain and tears, it is indispensable, but also to live with you and be with you." Others can't take it away, you can't take it away, but it's worth cherishing for your life. ”