Lingwu didn't have any room to resist, he was dragged out by the ruthless sister Lingwei, forcibly cleaned up, his nose was blue and his face was swollen and he came back, although the skin injury was quickly healed, but the wound in his heart was larger, his forehead was knocked on the table, and he bumped it over and over again, as if he was autistic, and he didn't speak, and he was aggrieved.

"What's wrong with her?"

Jiang Ziwen was curious, and asked in a deep voice.

"My sister beat me." The Soul Mourning Path.

"Hit you where."

"The kind of punches and kicks, but the shock is that I ...... I had no room to fight back. "Lingwu glanced at Jiang Ziwen with a closed eye, and said depressedly, he is the fourth master in the spiritual power ranking of the Three Realms, and when he comes to Lingwei, is he so weak?" I don't know how she did it. ”

"Your sister holds the Black Lotus of the Destruction of the World, the Black Lotus likes to absorb spiritual power, you must have been restrained by the Black Lotus, and you will have no power to resist, Wei'er is still merciful to your subordinates, don't wilt, use some brains to speak next time, she hates others saying that she is weak."

Jiang Ziwen patted Lingyan's head, like a serious old father.

"Oh, I understand, that's why none of you want to say that she is still the strength of Ji Younai's spiritual power, you know that she will definitely go crazy! As for me, to be honest, I was the one who suffered! ”

"Or else?"

“……”

-

After returning from the Inner Mountains, a dinner together ended with a death beating.

After the meal, Jiang Ziwen had to go back to the underworld, and he agreed with Lingwei that he would take the homeless Lingwu back to the underworld together, after all, Lingwu was severely punished for betraying the General Administration and making a big mistake.

The grand vermilion lacquered door of the large courtyard house, in the dark night, two red lanterns flashed with warm yellow light, and behind Jiang Ziwen stood Fan Wusu and the sullen Lingwu, as well as the Lingwu's pet Alu.

Lingwei personally sent it off, and deliberately didn't let the emperor come out with him.

"My memory is very messy, after I figure out everything that happened during my time when I was Ji Younai, Brother Jiang Wang, I will go to the underworld to find you."

Donghuang Wuji and his dozen or so lackeys are still in the hands of Lingwei, hidden in the space of the Black Lotus of the World.

When she returns from the resurrection, the Three Realms will definitely shake, the Divine Realm will inevitably take action, and she will inevitably go back, blind their dog eyes, make a big fuss, and solve the matter of the Spiritual Death by the way.

The next thing to do is to think about it in my heart one by one.

When she finished speaking, she stepped forward, hugged Jiang Ziwen, hugged her lightly, and then let go and retreated, and then kept her distance.

This hug came too fast and ended even faster.

Jiang Ziwen didn't even feel the real existence of the spirit in her arms, and she left her embrace.

Lost and infinitely lonely.

"You are now both the god of trickery and my yin and yang official in the underworld, and you can't take care of both at the same time, and the Emperor of the Underworld won't allow it, so have you figured out how to choose?"

If you continue to be the god of trickery in the divine realm, you will no longer be able to become a yin and yang official.

But if you only be a small yin and yang official, you must give up the god position and the title of god.

Jiang Ziwen felt that Lingwei would not choose the second type, and the underworld could not tolerate the "evil Buddha" of Lingwei.

Lingwei didn't directly tell Jiang Ziwen about his choice, but said, "Wait until I go to the underworld to find you, and then talk to you in detail." ”

"Yes, too."

"Well, let's go back, it's getting late."

Lingwei stood at the door of the courtyard, slender and beautiful.

The bright snow and moonlight passed through the alley and slanted on her, like a silver-white glow.

"Go, I'll watch you go." Lingwei leaned beside the stone lion at the door, as if he knew that Jiang Ziwen was reluctant to give up in his heart, "Brother Jiang Wang, sometimes, only by letting go of the deepest obsession in my heart can I have a new beginning." ”

Not far away, Fan Wusu had already opened the teleportation channel back to the underworld.

But Jiang Ziwen still stood proudly in place, his scorching and deep eyes staring at the treacherous and beautiful little face, as if he wanted to remember this face that had been engraved in his heart for thousands of years.

He heard it, and the spirit was telling him that it was time to let go.

"What if you can't?" opened his mouth dumbly, his heart seemed to be infarcted, and he felt a little painful.

"It's okay, take your time, it's always okay."

"I hope everything is as you say." Jiang Ziwen is white, it's really time to let go.

Lingwei watched Jiang Ziwen and Lingyan leave.

The graceful and beautiful figure, leaning on the side of the stone lion in front of the door has not moved for a long time, the cold air, the quiet night, everything seems to be so peaceful and calm.

The cool eyes of the strange and thoughtful stared at the dim street lamp at the mouth of the alley, and she was silent for a long time, as if she was planning something, suddenly, she gathered the white edelweiss shawl, turned around suddenly, and shouted coldly towards the front hall of the courtyard, and the people who were still chatting after dinner in the dining room shouted coldly-

"Ji Ruchen, the undead, the emperor! Sorry for worry-free! You four lend me your memories! ”

Although there is a lack of that part of Kiyuno's memory, it is also a quick and convenient way to learn everything that happened in the past from peeking into the memories of others.

Hearing the sound, Ji Ruchen, the Undead King (Liuyun) and the Emperor Si, Bai Wuwu, didn't say a word, and turned the thousands of memories and memories in their minds into memory fragments and handed them over to Lingwei, so that she could understand and be familiar with everything that happened in the past.

With the memories of the four people, Ling Wei went back to the pre-selected courtyard alone, locked himself in the bedroom, and lay down on the gorgeous yellow rosewood dragon and phoenix eight-step bed, and as soon as his eyes were closed, he entered a state of dormancy reading his memory.

Emperor Si wanted to accompany her, but was rejected by Lingwei.

I can only go back to the antique restaurant, and in the tone of the head of the family, I arranged in a cold and orderly voice: "This house is too big, it needs a lot of manpower to take care of it every day, after all, it has been vacant for so long, and it needs to be cleaned inside and out before it can be lived, and the Keling stone placed in the yard cannot be seen by outsiders, the old rules, make a few more puppet puppets as servants, what do you think?" ”

"Seconded!" Liuyun has no opinion.

"Seconded!" Ji Ruchen nodded.

"The manor is now in ruins, but there are a lot of our valuables and personal belongings buried in it, and tomorrow it will be ...... in vain."

"Young master, when you went out, I have sent someone over to personally supervise and recover all the valuables and personal belongings buried under the rubble, the two huskies raised by Ji Ruchen escaped into the forest afterwards, and the two cats raised by Mrs. have also been recovered, and they can be sent by someone tomorrow, as for the missing items and necessities, you can make a detailed list and send someone to purchase them."

It turned out that during Gong Siyu's absence, Bai Feiran had already taken care of everything.

That night, when Gong Siyu returned to the bedroom, Lingwei was still dormant in retrospective memory, and there was no response.

Therefore, he could only honestly hug Lingwei and sleep peacefully for a night.

The next day, Lingwei still didn't wake up, the thunder couldn't move, and no one shouted at him.

On the third day, if it weren't for Gong Siyu, he subconsciously probed his treacherous snort.

And gas.

He even wondered if the Spirit had turned into a corpse again.

He was anxious, worried, and his face gloomy and gloomy.

"Why aren't you awake?"