Ling Jun was talking, and two days later, Yan Huan was told that he could go to reincarnation. She stood next to the Sansheng Stone again, and this time she pressed her hand lightly on it. The three-life stone records the past and present lives of people, and if you put your hand on it, you will see all kinds of past lives. A picture gradually appeared on the stone wall, and Yan Huan stared at the stone wall for a moment, for fear of missing it. Those vague and even forgotten memories gradually revive as the picture moves. Yan Huan blinked, and at this moment she was convinced that she had truly lived, she had also had joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and she had also been a flesh-and-blood person, not just a lonely soul floating in the underworld.

Yan Huan withdrew her hand, and the picture on the stone wall disappeared immediately, and she sat on the bank of the Nai River, with mixed feelings in her heart. Ling Jun turned out to be her fiancé in her previous life, they almost became married, and she still remembers the joy, shyness and sweetness when she was about to get married. There is also Yan Si, her sister, who is spicy and beautiful, unforgiving in her mouth, but not bad in heart, and I don't know what happened to her. She happily prepared for her sister's wedding, but when she learned of her sister's death, there was no warning between joy and sorrow, so how could she be embarrassed? She thought about it a lot, messy and disorganized, as if she wanted to use these fragments of memory to piece together a complete life.

Suddenly looking back, she saw Ling Jun standing there looking at her. He is always like this, not far away, not close, if he is away, those secrets that are difficult to reveal are carefully hidden by him, and occasionally there will be small temptations, and before anyone can understand, he will change back to his original appearance. Could it be that he also suffers from gains and losses like himself? Yan Huan suddenly wanted to ask him face to face.

Sure enough, she got up and walked towards him, standing a foot away from him, which was close enough. She looked up at him, his eyes reflecting her appearance, and behind him was the eternal Naihe, gloomy and unwavering.

Without any foreshadowing, Yan Huan asked the question he had always wanted to ask in his previous life: "At that time, why did you agree to marry me?"

Ling Jun looked at the wisp of fragrant soul in front of her, she was neither nervous and shy like Yan Huan in her previous life, nor free and casual in the past, but like she fused the two together, but she looked completely different. Ling Jun knew that this was only a part of her trait, and it was incomplete, so it seemed a little strange, just like how he felt when he came into contact with her in his previous life.

"Answer my question. Yan Huan changed his tone slightly, his voice was not loud but contained a hint of compulsion, which was even more different from before.

If Ling Jun can be as straightforward as Yan Huan, then no matter what the answer is, there will be a result. However, in this regard, Ling Jun is the one who is overrated.

Yan Huan turned around and walked onto the Nai He Bridge, she didn't get the answer to her question, but the time had come. Meng Po still had a calm face, handed the soup bowl to Yan Huan, Yan Huan smiled, took Meng Po soup, drank it all, and before he could taste what it tasted like, it was already the next reincarnation.

Zhiying squatted under a tree, burying his head low, this dejected appearance, without the demeanor of an immortal cultivator, however, there was nothing he could do. She is alone in the territory of the demons, there are many monsters here, if she is discovered, she must be gnawed to the point that there is no scum left, and the unlucky little junior sister, I don't know where to go, Zhiying can only meditate in her heart, junior sister, you must take care, senior sister, I don't know where I am now, wait for me to save you, you have to hold on.

It's not a matter of just sitting like this, Zhiying looked up at the sky, and saw that the sky was gradually darkening, and his heart said that it was not good. If the demons still have some scruples during the day, then the night is the time for them to act recklessly, let alone in their own territory, their own is simply a delicacy delivered to their mouths, and they can't resist the word "demon" if they don't eat it. Holding Ying clenched the sword in his hand, cleared all the chaotic thoughts in his head, held his breath, and shuttled through the woods. Suddenly, there was a very slight sound not far away, and Zhiying raised his sword in his heart to catch up. The sound seemed to be something rubbing on the ground, and after listening to it for a long time, it made people's scalps tingle, and Zhiying didn't dare to be careless, so she pulled out her long sword and stabbed it straight over, and the powerful sword qi cut off the surrounding leaves, and the part she stabbed, whether it was a demon or a demon, would definitely die.

Zhiying took a closer look, and there was a snake demon lying on the ground, it seemed that he had just transformed not long ago, and the snake tail was still there, but it was motionless, and there was a pool of blood around him, which was obviously dead. Zhiying didn't dare to delay, wiped the blood off the sword, and continued to walk forward.

It was already dark, but the forest seemed to have no end, and it was exhausted, but it did not dare to relax in the slightest. Suddenly, there was a "fluttering" sound overhead. Looking up, a crow stood at the tip, its blood-red eyes staring at Zhiying, and its mouth let out a strange cry of "wow-wow-". Zhiying didn't take it seriously at first, but as the sound above her head became denser and louder, she had an ominous premonition in her heart: the crow was luring her companion.

Zhiying closed her eyes, cursed in her heart, and turned to run deeper into the woods. Although she can even deal with the snake demon, it is one after all, and the flocks of crows are even more difficult, not to mention that it is not an ordinary crow, but the most ferocious blood crow. The blood crow is spiritual and ferocious, and being besieged by a group of blood crows is no less than encountering a powerful demon.

Zhiying ran desperately, only to feel a swelling pain in his chest, black in front of his eyes, and a group of blood crows still chasing after him, without the slightest intention of giving up. Zhiying's body is overdrawn severely, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that it will become a delicious meal for blood crows, so I gritted my teeth at the moment, met it, and killed the nearest few birds. Seeing that their companion had been killed, the other Blood Ravens finally slowed down their attack, and they surrounded Zhiying, as if looking for a flaw in her.

In the stalemate, there is the sound of a sharp blade breaking through the air. Zhiying subconsciously resisted, but heard a "wow" sound, and a blood crow was nailed to a tree, followed by more sharp blades and more crucified blood crows. Seeing that it was a friend and not an enemy, Zhiying rekindled her fighting spirit, a sword flew in her hand, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen blood crows fell one after another, and the air was filled with blood.

Seeing that their companions were killed, the rest of the blood crows finally retreated, and flew away into the distance with a strange scream, and after a while, they disappeared, and the woods were quiet again. Zhiying took out a handkerchief and wiped his face indiscriminately, and saw a figure shaking not far away, so he immediately saluted over there: "Zhiying in Xiabiyou Mountain, did you not ask Your Excellency for your name?"

The moon emerges from the dark clouds, and the moonlight shines through the trees, casting dappled shadows. A cyan figure came out of the darkness, tall and jade, holding a sharp blade in his hand, with a black mask on his face, only his lips exposed, half gentleman, half Shura. Zhi Ying was stunned, and only felt a sense of familiarity.