Caiyun was poisoned to save him. Watermark Advertising Test Watermark Advertising Test can be this, he can't say.

The nobles of Northern Xinjiang love to use this poison god to get rid of the enemy unconsciously, and the only way to crack this poison is to transfer it to the second person within five days of poisoning. But this condition is extremely harsh, and it takes the willingness of the person being transferred to ensure success. And once this poison is transferred, there will be no solution, and there will be no death.

Who would willingly die for another?

Caiyun Club.

There will always be someone in this world.

Once the poison is transferred, there is a connection between the transferred person and the transferred person.

"There is a legend in our northern Xinjiang that if someone is willing to transfer this poison for others, it will definitely move the heavens, and they will not be able to stay together in this life, and they will be reunited in the next life. But you can't tell anyone else, and if you say it, it won't work. Caiyun said to Sang Yang, "So, don't tell me about my poison for you, okay?"

Sang Yang clenched his fists: "Is it just for such a trumped-up legend that you are asked to bear this stigma?"

"Sangyang. I don't have long to live in this life, I don't care about the fame after death, I can't hear about it. I just want to be with you for the rest of my life. Even the slightest possibility, I'm going to fight for it. Caiyun smiled, "In my life, because of my alien identity. I'm tired of you. You are a wise man, but you have suffered too many grievances for me, and they call you mediocre, and I am very unhappy to hear it. When I dieVIII.VIII. You say that you gave me death, so many people want me to die, and it is good that everyone expects me to die. You won't be scolded again. “

"VIII.VIII. Fools. He held her hand, his fingers interlaced, and his voice trembled a little, "The most wronged person is clearly you." “

"I'm not wronged, Sangyang. I'm not aggrieved. She smiled softly, "I met you, what is there to be wronged? In a lifetime, it is my luck to meet such a person who loves me and believes in me." “

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on. It is rumored that Caiyun has hooked the king's soul to be gone. The king who had worked hard had become obsessive. But only Sangyang and Caiyun knew that they didn't do anything.

When Caiyun found that his body was deteriorating, he did pull Sang Yang to fight to death night and night, wanting to leave the best memories. But since Sang Yang recovered his memory, he has never touched her again, for fear that she will be broken.

Caiyun was getting more and more tired, and there were ten hours of the day to sleep, and she had less and less time to be awake. But every time she woke up, she could see Sang Yang staring at her without blinking, her eyebrows and eyes gentle and pathetic.

Until the last day of the month.

As soon as Caiyun fell asleep, he didn't wake up until the eleventh hour.

"Caiyun, if you don't wake up again, it's over today. Sang Yang said in a low voice.

The one-year period has expired.

She will never wake up again.

"Caiyun, don't sleep. The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I'll take you to see the moon, okay?"

But no matter how much he called, the beautiful woman on the bed did not wake up.

ⅧⅧ

Caiyun finds himself in a strange place, where there is a vast fog, ghostly atmosphere, and coldness, which makes people feel deeply depressed.

She looked at herself blankly, and realized that she had become a translucent spirit.

Where is this?

IS SHE ALREADY VIII.VIII. DEAD?

Sangyang, Sangyang! She's going back to Sangyang! Caiyun hurriedly turned around. But she found that there was nothing to come, and she stayed here, not knowing where to go.

At this time, she saw red flowers blooming on both sides of the road.

It is rumored that the flowers on the other side bloom on both sides of Huangquan Road, which are the leading flowers of the undead. Refers to the path to samsara.

Caiyun has heard this legend, but has never really seen it. There is no flower in the world, and it can only be seen after death. Now that I see it, I am stunned, why is this flower on the other side so similar to the manshu sawa that Sang Yang painted for her?

Caiyun involuntarily followed the direction in which the flowers spread on the other side, and a very ridiculous idea suddenly rose in his heart. Sang Yang used Manshu Sawa as a metaphor for her, and this Yellow Spring Flower was exactly the same as Manshu Sawa, as if he was leading the way for himself.

She walked slowly across Huangquan Road, and saw a bridge with the word "Nai" on it. There was an old woman at the head of the bridge, who set up a pot with Meng Po soup written on the flag. Under the bridge is the calm water of the river. If you look closely at the river, there are countless evil spirits. There is a large stone monument standing next to the shore, engraved with a huge Sansheng and countless names.

On both sides of the river, there are large flowers on the other side, fluttering and sprinkling, red and gorgeous. Caiyun vaguely saw a young man in red in the boat, talking with the man in white on the shore, but the fog was too big to see really.

The undead in front of them lined up in front of Meng Po, and every spoonful of soup was the tears of a person's life, and the seasoning was the love and hate, joy and sorrow that the person experienced in his life. So some people are bitter, some people are sweet, some people are as light as white water, and some people have mixed tastes.

When it was Caiyun's turn, she didn't want to drink this Meng Po soup, she just wanted to ask Meng Po if there was a way back. Although I know that it is impossible, I always have to ask before I am willing.

The ghosts were unconscious, unconscious, and confused. But she still remembered Sangyang.

didn't want her to speak, but Meng Po spoke first: "Girl, you are not under my control. “

Caiyun was puzzled, the boat on the river suddenly turned around, and the red-clothed young man on the boat raised his eyebrows and said, "You're back." “

Huai glanced at Caiyun and sighed lightly: "I said earlier that your fate is unknown, even if you are reincarnated, you will have a bad fate, and you will not be able to grow old, but he does protect you very well." The fragrance of these flowers can remind people of their past lives, but they just need an opportunity. You've entered a samsara, and that's the opportunity. Soon, you'll remember everything. “

Caiyun didn't know why, but she didn't ask anything. She slowly walked down the Nai He Bridge, walked to the flowers, and squatted by the Lethe River, gazing at her face.

There are hundreds of ghosts and thousands of demons in the Lethe River. It is extremely dangerous and turbid, but now that Huai, the lord of Lethe River, is there, the evil ghost does not dare to make a mistake, and all Caiyun sees is the clear river reflecting his face.

The woman's complexion is extremely beautiful, and her peach blossom eyes are dazed and anxious. She didn't know the current situation, and she was also worried about Sangyang. But I can only wait patiently.

The sea of eight hundred miles of flowers exudes a faint fragrance, gathering together, affecting the senses of Caiyun all the time. Gradually, the woman's eyes in the reflection changed. The confusion in her eyes was replaced by calm and coldness, and a red manjusha bloomed on her forehead, which made her complexion even brighter.

"Demon VIII.VIII." Wenqu Xingjun had a look of vigilance in his eyes. But because of Huai's eyes, there was no movement.

Huai hooked his lips: "Welcome back, Manshu." “

Manshu stood up and smiled slightly: "Long time no see, Huai." “

She remembered everything.

She should have been the first demon in the world, and she was given the grace of dripping blood at night, and she never changed her mind. She was innocent but was killed by the gods, and then fell into the Yellow Spring in order to save the night. After waiting for thousands of years to be reincarnated as a human, he still has to be separated from Sangyang Tianren forever.

All of this is because of the way of heaven, from, in, doing, and stalking.

Isn't the devil worthy of love?!

Manshu went through all this, and at the same time that his memory awakened, so did his demon spirit. She's not vicious, just a little cold-blooded and a little unwilling. Why is it that demons are born with a fault?

Huai looked at Manshu for a moment: "You have become different. “

From a simple and kind little white flower, it has become a truly glamorous Manshu Sahua.

Manshu chuckled, "That's what I am." I've slept for so long, it's time to wake up. She raised her eyes to look at the sky of the eternal night of the underworld, and mocked, "This old thing of Heavenly Dao is really unfair. Back then, the goddess scattered flowers, but I was not worthy to defile the land of the world and fall into the underworld. Several times he intervened between me and the night, making my life and life bumpy because of a ridiculous fate. No life is born sinful, dark, damned, and if we don't have sin, we shouldn't be judged by you. God, we might as well take a gamble. I'm going to bring the Manjush flower to the world today, do you believe that Manjush Sawa can also be white? Do you believe it or not, the devil and the god also have true feelings?"

Nothing happened. Except for the Night Absolute Being, the Heavenly Dao would not respond to anyone's words, let alone the Demon Flower Manshu that it disdained.

Wenqu Xingjun was shocked when he heard this, someone dared to provoke the way of heaven, he looked at Huai, but saw that Huai's face was actually approving.

For such a thing as fate, Huai is also disgusted. He had long been tired of the fate he had waited for countless years in Lethe.

When Manshu had said this, he walked back and forth without looking back. The last hour on earth hadn't passed, and she still had time to rush back.

ⅧⅧ

"Clouds, clouds VIII.VIII."

Manshu opened his eyes. I saw Sang Yang calling her one after another, and when she woke up, she was stunned for a while.

Maybe she didn't expect that she would really wake up.

Manshu looked out the window and knew it was almost dawn and she didn't have much time. The shell was dead.

"Sangyang. She pulled her hand out of the quilt and spread it out, "I went to Huangquan and saw the legendary flower on the other side, and people really have an afterlife." This is the flower of Manjush Sahua, the one you painted for me. Sangyang, you have to grow a white Manshu Sawa to prove to God that we will definitely be together in the next life. “

Her current state is no different from the return to the light, but before she can finish this, the sky will be completely bright.

Caiyun is dead.

Sang Yang didn't even have time to react.

He hugged her cold body. After a long time, he said a low "um".

The Heavenly Way is stubborn, and it always thinks that Manjushava is inherently black, ruthless and unrighteous, and that all monsters deserve to be punished. Manshu is going to prove to it that Manshu Sawa can also be pure and white, and can be full of true feelings. No race should be labeled as the most sinful, and the evil is always an individual. Even the most vicious people may have had good thoughts in their lives.

And VIII.VIII. If she doesn't find something to do for Sangyang, how sad Sangyang will be for the rest of his life.

Manshu returned from the human world and returned to the underworld. Huai looked at her and said, "You just walked away, how sad it should be for him to live alone." “

Manshu sighed, "It's sad that I'm waiting here." I hope that he will die and come back soon, and I hope that he will live this life well. “

Huai said: "If you die, I'm afraid he won't have a good life in this life." “

Manshu was melancholy.

"Good news for you. Huai said, "You have lived in the world for twenty years, and Lethe has been countless years." Now that I have more powerful mana, I have a higher control over Lethe, and I can control the flow of time on my own. Although it can't be compared with heaven and earth, at least it can be compared with the time on the shore. No more days with you will be my year. In this way, the ghosts in VIII.VIII. Lethe River can also be less difficult. "He, the Lord of Lethe, is simply the gospel of all ghosts.

"That's a big congratulations. Manshu was happy for his old friend, and joked, "You're doing this for someone, right?"

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