"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you, Your Majesty?"

"Why, how did it become like this!"

"It must be a demon, pray to God to bless my emperor!"

The surrounding ministers and concubines were at a loss for what to do when they saw Long Zaitian turn into that, and even Long Yingchen, the "two sons" who had no feelings for him, were worried.

But Long Zaitian's face was pale, trembling and he didn't know what he was talking about, and then his eyes were dull and walked out of the crowd, and several eunuchs and palace maids were busy helping him, but he was pushed away by Long Zaitian, who looked extremely weak.

So no one dared to approach him again, only watched his thin figure fade away.

At this time, people's eyes fell on Long Yingchen's body, and when they saw his originally disabled body actually standing upright, they were shocked one by one, and they were busy asking for compliments.

"Third Prince, are your legs good?"

Long Yingchen had already thought of what to deal with when he came, so he said unhurriedly: "Originally, the prince's legs and feet have been healed, but he will be informed in the future." ”

Long Yingchen dealt with their boring old men perfunctorily on the side, but his eyes skimmed in the direction of Ye Li from time to time.

Ye Li was sticking to Li Jiuyou's arms, humming and chirping, Li Jiuyou also put two hands on her slender waist, patiently listening to her words, and adding with a smile from time to time.

Such a harmonious scene stung Long Yingchen's already sensitive heart, his eyes were a little astringent, and he simply didn't look at them.

Long Zaitian returned to the hall alone, looking at the empty and uninhabited hall, his mind was a mess, and he didn't dare to look in the mirror to see his old skin and gray hair.

Because he knew very well in his heart that the healthy body and skin that disappeared were all maintained for him by Qing Guifei during his lifetime.

Whenever she was called to bed, she would bring a mysterious decoction, saying that for the purpose of fun, Long Zaitian let people try the poison, and they also took it with peace of mind, and they were really excited when they came back.

He is almost fifty years old, and the most taboo thing is that the spleen and kidneys are weak, and the decoction is like fairy water, which saves his dignity as a man.

However, after drinking it two or three times, he felt that not only his body was resistant, but even the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have subsided a lot.

So he went to ask about the recipe for the secret medicine, but Concubine Qing tried every means to shirk and change the topic, but still didn't tell him.

Now that I think about it, as soon as Concubine Qing died, the degree of aging he used to be came back, and it was even more serious, could it be that she did not cast any method?

Or maybe it's some curse...

In short, Long Zaitian completely does not believe in how much affection a weasel spirit can have for people.

Especially since he once had someone shoot her.

In the center of the temple, the weasel spirit that was dragged away suddenly emitted a burst of green smoke that ordinary people could not see, and wandered above the palace, circling three times.

Listening to the faint mournful roar, the sound was miserable and whining, and the dragon's dim eyes suddenly rose, and he desperately looked up at the beam, and listened carefully to the thin sound that seemed to be absent.

"Why did you do this to me..."

It's just a grieving sigh, like a gossamer, but like a deep nail nailed into Long Zaitian's heart.

Endless fear began to spread, and his eyes were forced to blur, and illusory shadows quickly drifted around him, and strange howls continued to be heard.

Suddenly, there was a gust of cold wind, and the doors and windows of the hall were closed, but they didn't know where to get in, and quickly swam between the air, sucking up the only remaining hot air.

The dragon's body became colder and thinner, and he smirked into the thin quilt.

He tried to open his mouth to call someone, and he felt that he was screaming, but he couldn't actually hear any movement from him, and he seemed to realize it, and screamed until his throat was broken, and no one was seen coming in.

Gradually, he lost his strength, and leaned against the cold wall, sleepy but unable to sleep, constantly having something like electricity, which cycled his brain.

The sun was shining outside, but it was already dark inside, and the candles were suddenly extinguished, leaving not even a trace of afterimage.

Crunch...

It was still a subtle sound, but in Long Zaitian's ears, it was amplified several times.

Suddenly, on the gray wall in front of him, a dark black phantom gradually spread upwards from the corner, growing taller and taller!

The phantom quickly devoured the afterglow of the wall, covering the quilt on Long Zaitian's body, and finally, Long Zaitian tried to escape from the bed, but found that his body could not move at all.

His pupils dilated rapidly, and he turned hard, unable to speak, and the phantom quickly engulfed his arm through the quilt.

The arm was wrenched into pieces as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon, and the blood foamed with blood, staining the ground red.

Long Zaitian's brain was in intense pain, he could only stand still, watching his arms, thighs, and body, and finally...

He can't even see himself...

The shadows enveloped him, thick blood dripping down the bed, and the air was silent, except for the sound of ticking, ticking water.

The green smoke that surrounded the beam turned into a bloody gas like a smiling face, and the voices of men, women and children kept coming out, and they were scattered in the world with the wind.

Netherworld –

Wash her face with tears all day long, whining and calling Ye Li's name mournfully, whoever comes to deliver the food will not eat, even Meng Po learned about it and hurriedly came over to persuade him.

"You're such a gentleman, don't cry all day long!"

Ah Yan pinched his waist, kicked him hard, wiped his tears, and shrank in the corner to death at night.

I didn't make a sound at night, I didn't even feel angry, I just covered my mouth, wiped my tears, and hummed.

"You don't know what it's like to lose, you're a thousand years old, and you don't know where you've gone, if you don't cry, you don't allow others to cry, woo woo-"

Yeqi deliberately stimulated Ah Yan, wanting her to leave quickly, don't get in the way here, with her, he can't look at Ye Li's little handkerchief.

Sure enough, Ah Yan listened to his words, and his face instantly became more than a little ugly, and it was a few degrees darker.

The breath around her body became more and more rapid, but just as she was about to explode, a feeling suddenly jumped into her fire-like heart, and in just a moment, she calmed down.

She suddenly turned her head to look, and there was nothing around...

However, she clearly felt it...

That's her wind one-three, the villain who bullied her...

He must still exist, but why avoid her?

Ah Yan's eyes gradually turned red, and she became more and more aggrieved, she had been waiting for a thousand years, and her deadline was approaching...

If that condition is not fulfilled, I am afraid that there will never be a chance to wait for him again.

"Say, doesn't he want me anymore..."

Ah Yan looked at Ye Qi in frustration, and sat down with him, burying his head deep in his arms.

Yeqi looked at Ah Yan, who was wilted in an instant, and regretted what he had just done.

It's just that he also wonders, where did this soul go if he didn't reincarnate and didn't enter the netherworld?

Pity Ah Yan has been abandoned for a whole thousand years, if they can see each other again, can the memories of the past still be as good as they were back then?

I'm afraid I'm about to lose track of what I'm wearing.

In the crack in the space that he couldn't see from Yeqi and Ah Yan, a black-clothed young man also squatted down, his legs on the ground casually, leaning against a white wall, the mask covering half of his face, and he could only see the slight uplift, and his unruly eyes were flushed.

He tilted his head slightly, and could vaguely see half of Ah Yan's unburied face, and there was more comfort in his distressed eyes.

Ah Yan suddenly seemed to notice something, raised his head suddenly, and seemed to suddenly meet a pair of black eyes, and the young man quickly dodged to close the crack, and disappeared in an instant.

Ah Yan was stunned for a moment, are Fang Cai's eyes real?

It won't be again, her fantasy...

In the thousand years that Ah Yan has been waiting, almost half of the twelve hours of each day are buried in a deep sleep.

Somehow, when she thought about his appearance and experience with him during the day, her head hurt so much that she had to look at it in her dreams every night.

There are countless imps in the Yang Realm who she has sent to various places, and ten or eight of them must be sent back every day, and they always tell her, "I haven't found it." ”

The tens of thousands of ghosts have almost stepped on the yang world, whether it is a yin ghost who can only haunt late at night, or a yang ghost who can walk during the day, no news of him has been found.

Ah Yan drew one portrait after another, when the wind was sitting, when she was dozing, and when she deliberately opened her chest to seduce her...

Her hands are calloused, and what hangs in her house is a maple forest like fire, and the young man in red is lying flat among the trees, with a little red on the ground, but he is not as enchanting as he has never smiled and charmed.

"What's wrong with you, confused again?"

Yeqi patted Ah Yan's skull, trying to make her sober up, but Ah Yan suddenly pushed him away and shouted at him frantically: "Don't touch me!" Don't bother me! I just saw him! Now it's all gone... It's all gone..."

Ah Yan tossed all the strength of his body, sat on the ground and buried his head and cried, and the small cries spread throughout the hall, which also made the mood of the night rise heavier and heavier.

Her mental condition is getting worse and worse, and she often feels stunned, insisting that she sees the wind disperse.

Ye Qi doesn't understand their experience, but he can feel Ah Yan's unreasonable obsession.

I'm afraid that if it weren't for the deadline approaching in one year, she would have to go through a huge test before she could continue to be Meng Po, would she really plan to wait another thousand years?

In the end, if you love one more person, you will be willing to endure thousands of years of loneliness, watch tens of thousands of ghosts reincarnated, and accompany the flowers on the other side to bloom and fall, and step on the bridge out of a shallow imprint.

When will she be willing to give up, will she really see that the soul will never come back?

Actually, Meng Po can't cry...

Ah Yan did not get rid of the six thoughts, and he was worried, and he could not become the real Meng Po.

The mana of the artifact is also about to dissipate, if she can't pass the test, then there will be no Meng Po in the entire netherworld, and the world will face a disaster that cannot be reincarnated.

Yeqi was able to help keep her in the netherworld for a thousand years, but she couldn't keep her for a second thousand years.