Yu Chirong felt as if a soft white light flashed in her brain, and she immediately realized what it was, and the whole person broke down and cried again, crying breathlessly.

"Senior brother, senior brother, you help me, help me, I don't want to not remember him, woo woo woo I will obediently stay in the underworld, I will go to stabilize the boundary wall of the underworld, I will do anything...... Don't touch my memory, don't touch him......"

"Woooooooooo......oo Don't be like this, I'm afraid, brother, brother...... Don't let me lose him, brother, please, please......"

Di Ting waited silently, and those small whimperes finally faded away, and one after another broken memories were cleared out of her deep-rooted mind, shattered in the air in front of Di Ting.

The sweet appearance of the girl in those pictures, the crying appearance, and the sad appearance...... It's more about the reflection of the young man in those memories.

Finally, the woman who was holding him breathed steadily and slowly fell asleep.

Di Ting put her on his back, turned his head to look at the corner of the eye that was still moist even if she was forced to fall asleep, and saw the tears rolling down her cheeks.

Somehow, such a sad face reminded him of another, more tragic and decisive face—Prison.

The woman who was cobbled together with great mana by the Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty had also cried like this, crying heartbreakingly, the heavens and the earth collapsed, crying as if she would sleep for a long time in the next second, and never wake up again.

But all that will pass.

Yu Chirong will also get through, and it will be easier to get through, it thought.

……

That was many years ago, probably thousands of years.

At that time, Fan Wusu and Xie Bi'an were still inseparable in black and white, receiving the silver of the underworld, and walking the way of the world.

On that day, the flowers on Mo were blooming just right, and it was raining slightly in the sky, Xie Bi'an hooked his soul, so he stuffed his own mourning stick into Fan Wuxu's arms, and went to the city by himself, focusing on buying the famous chestnut cake in the Tianxiang Building.

He is very greedy, and there is a time limit for hooking the soul, so he always relies on Fan Wusu to let him, and he is clearly stealing and playing tricks.

It was dusk that day, and the last thing they wanted to hook was the soul of an old man, according to the agreement, Fan Wusheng went to hook the soul of the old man, and Xie Bi'an conjured up a human body to go out to the waves, half an hour later, they would meet at the Maze Ferry, and then eat dim sum all the way and lead the team of souls through Lethe, walk through Nahe, and when they arrived at the fifth hall, the dim sum was just finished, and by the way, there would be no mistakes.

But things in the world are so coincidental, at the maze ferry where the living and the ghosts intersect, Mo Yu, who was sitting along the river, saw a poor little female ghost.

There are conspicuous ornamental apricot trees planted at the Mijin Ferry, full of red stamens and white flowers that bloom all year round, which is clearly the most gloomy place, but it is stunned to let those ghosts arrange such a romantic scenery.

A layer of delicate apricot petals on the ground were wet by the hazy drizzle, and there was a faint glow of water, and the little female ghost sat on the petals with her stupid and ignorant hands.

She was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl who had not grown in size, her hair was scattered, and she was looking up timidly, looking at the world with a pair of big wet eyes, and in front of her was a cultivator holding a magic sword and wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe.

The anger on that person's body was too heavy, and when he saw the pure little female ghost, he was naturally greedy and wanted to catch her to alchemy, but the poor little female ghost with a pair of bright and big eyes was ignorant, and she was not afraid to cry or cry, but just looked at the Taoist person curiously.

Fan Wusu was sitting in the distance at that time, and there was a natural mist behind him, covering the string of ghosts behind him, seeing that the little female ghost was obediently put into the purple-red Danding by that person, and the soul chain finally came out of the sheath.

The roe deer's Taoist law is not high, he can't see the identity of the ghost, he can't even see where he is, he was only beaten by a black chain and had no power to fight back, knowing that there was a master protecting the little female ghost, and he ran away after two cruel words.

But the little female ghost with big eyes and a pointed chin, like a little fox, saw the ghost, and she smiled at him in a daze, and then stupidly dragged her white skirt and threw herself in front of the ghost, not saying a word, just looking at him and laughing.

That look was really silly and cute, so the ghostly with a cold face over the years also showed a jerky smile.

The little female ghost has a pure breath, and it seems that she is still a little mentally incomplete, most of her soul has been severely damaged, and if you want to be reincarnated, you must first repair your soul, and it will take a long time, Fan Wuxu's eyes glanced slightly at the maze crossing, and pointed to the black-haired fox cub who somehow came here and said: "You are really like it, take care of it in the future." ”

At that time, his days as a ghost were not as long as now, and he didn't cultivate a hard-hearted heart, and he still had a cold and dry taste when he only spoke, but what about his eyebrows, he hugged the dying fox and stuffed it into the hands of the little female ghost, wanting her to have a companion in the underworld for many years.

At that time, he had a piece of fine apricot blossoms in his hair, and he didn't notice it himself, so he told the little female ghost to let her be well-behaved, and she would follow the ghosts back to the underworld with him later.

The little female ghost was ignorant, but her big bright eyes stared at the slightly pink apricot blossoms in his hair, and her eyes were full of curiosity.

Xie Bi'an came back at this time, and when he saw that there was one more person in the team, he only asked a few cursory questions, and he didn't care at all, he was all about laughing at Fan Wusu for "wearing flowers", and he also gave Fan Wusu the chestnut cake he bought newly, and picked the apricot blossom from his hair casually.

They talked and laughed, and stepped side by side on the long wooden bridge of Matsudu, followed by a string of ghosts, but the little female ghost stared directly at the apricot blossom that was bounced to the ground.

"Keep up."

The man in the black robe turned around from afar, his silhouette was cold and hard, and his eyebrows and eyes were sharp, but in the misty mist, his face seemed to be plated with soft light, and he was somewhat dazzlingly handsome.

So the little female ghost followed him to hell in a daze, forgetting that she had just escaped from hell.

The encounter in the maze finally became a hurdle that the little female ghost could not get over for thousands of years, and she was still ignorant and shy at that time

Some can't let go, but they don't want to come later, so they get to that point.

Fan Wuxuan, who had already changed his name to Mo Yu, didn't remember such a paragraph for a long time, and later he slowly remembered it because of Di Ting, because the little memory that Di Ting showed him was copied from Wei Chi Rong, so the angle also came from her.

He never thought that his unintentional action would become a catastrophe in her heart, and a catastrophe would imprison her for thousands of years.

But he thanked her for liking him so much, because if it weren't for this, she wouldn't have helped Xie Bi'an for herself, and she wouldn't have let Xie Bi'an still exist in this world.

In exchange, she was trapped in a place in the underworld and was not allowed to go out, and finally came out, that is, to go to the grassroots level to do ghosts.

Mo Yu thought that this was what he owed her, so he was willing to return her wish and accompany her for a short love.

But Bai Tang obviously didn't think so, he had already found those two people, but he just watched from a distance, scratching his heart and liver several times, and he couldn't wait to rush out to let those two people calm down.

Fortunately, he was a calm person, so he watched the whole process, listening to the words that were getting more and more wrong, and the heart that had a lot of opinions about Mo Amnesty's love quieted down unconsciously.

It turned out to be a farewell.

He watched Mo Yu say goodbye to Yu Chi Rong, and then watched the female ghost leave as if she had lost her faith in ghosts, and watched the Di Ting Divine Beast appear in front of Yu Chi Rong, so he turned around with confidence and caught up with his Mo God.

But Mo Yu's mouth was very tight along the way, and he even spoke a few words, and only briefly mentioned the past, but Bai Tang had a rich imagination, and combined with the background of Captain Chi Rong, he guessed the whole thing.

"It's a pity." He said.

Mo Yu raised his hand and patted him on the head, saying, "Don't talk nonsense, go quickly." ”

Bai Tang looked at him, and saw a shallow sadness on his face, after all, he was not poor anymore, he just followed him all the way back, but he was quietly relieved in his heart.

I don't know why I feel relieved, but Mo Yu didn't go to love without telling him, which did make him feel that the stone that was pressed in his heart before disappeared.

The night is blurry, and the strange city is exceptionally quiet.

There was lightning in the sky, and thunder followed, as if it were going to rain.

The people walking in the night also suddenly quickened their pace, and soon became two shadows that faded in the dim light.

……

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is March, and the world has reached the Longdong season, and the weather is cold.

On this day, the setting sun slowly dyes the snow-covered earth with a layer of blood and slowly disappears from the horizon.

In the uninhabited wasteland, Hong Erbao, who was wearing golden armor, looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, golden blood flowed from his chest, and blood splashed on that handsome face.

"For ...... What the? Hong Erbao opened his mouth, with a look of pain and despair in his eyes, "Why do you want to do this?!" ”

Hoarse, angry and resentful, but his herald crane struggled to fly into the sky, his eyes open, and the pupils reflected the handsome and familiar man in front of him

Si's eyebrows.

The man was handsome, with an arrogant and noble temperament, and he didn't speak, but only stretched out his hand to push, and the man in gold armor fell to the ground, and the flame spear that passed through his body was being pulled out of his body, and the tip of the spear was dripping with golden blood.

He shook the tip of the gun expressionlessly, and shook off the golden blood on it.

He looked at the eyes that were still not closed, crouched down slightly, and closed his eyes.

"This is the last one." A soft female voice came from behind him, "He can deliver a message to it just now, hehe, third prince, go back...... You're a traitor to Heaven......"

The third prince's handsome face provoked a wicked smile and said, "Ah." ”

The female voice laughed and said, "The people who came to the world with you were killed by you, and you didn't even leave your divine sense, and the third prince deserves to be the third prince." ”

The third prince's fingers moved slightly, and the flame gun turned into light and disappeared into his body, and he said, "Are you idle?" ”

(End of chapter)