"I'll let you go." Ling Yan held back a sentence for a long time.

She's coming over herself.

Is it to blame Lao Tzu?

All right...... Blame him.

Ling Yan was taken aback by this idea, and a trace of astonishment and puzzlement flashed in his eyes, why did he have such an idea about a strategy target?

And then there's ......

Calm down, calm down.

It must be a physical problem.

That's right.

"So you mean, I was killed by you, and I deserved it?" Mingshu's fingertips climbed down his fingers, slowly holding his entire hand.

Obviously there was no temperature, but Lingyan felt that it was a hot potato at this time, "I didn't mean that." ”

He said with a little difficulty: "Why don't you go?" ”

Mingshu let go of him, brushed his hair, and looked through the mountain wind and fell into the distance, "I want to beat you." ”

Lingyan: "......"

He stared at Mingshu's chest, and suddenly reached out to hug her, his voice mixed with the soft color that he didn't even notice, "Does it hurt?" ”

"Okay."

Ling Yan opened his mouth and wanted to apologize, but in the end he swallowed back the three words sorry.

"Sometimes I'm out of control, I don't want to hurt you."

It took a long time for Ling Yan to say such a sentence.

Whether it was the time he slashed her with his sword, or the time he killed her later.

"Oh."

At first, she also thought that Lingyan had killed herself, but then she thought that it was wrong, and Lingyan's situation at that time was very wrong.

Later, Hades called her and asked her to look at Lingyan, and she was almost certain that Lingyan at that time must have been sick and cured.

Lingyan didn't continue to explain, but whispered in her ear, "Ange, I want you." ”

Mingshu didn't seem to have the mind to get Lingyan, and sighed, "In the wilderness, your taste is really unique, we are different, we are not the same world, goodbye." ”

Lingyan: "......"

That's not what Lao Tzu meant.

What was going on in her head all day?

Mingshu broke free from his arms and floated a few meters away, "Lingyan, do you want to chase me?" ”

Ling Yan thought about it with a calm face, and replied honestly, "Yes." ”

I don't want to chase you, what is Lao Tzu doing with you, Lao Tzu also has a task!

Mingshu smiled, his eyes were smart and gentle, "Very good, then you can chase me." ”

After speaking, she drifted towards the front in a puff of smoke, and the kung fu disappeared in an instant.

Lingyan: "......" hehe.

I'm so tired.

Why can language be so broad and profound?

Lao Tzu said that the chase is not this chase!!

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Lingyan caught up with Mingshu, and it was already in a village. Mingshu was sitting on a small bridge outside the village munching on pig's trotters, and a lifeless woman was entering the village through the small bridge.

"Lao Li's family."

Someone was washing clothes under the small bridge and shouted at the bridge.

The woman didn't seem to hear it, and walked forward in a reluctant, as if she was a marionette.

When the woman passed, the following people began to discuss.

"It's also iniquity, the husband is dead, and now the son is still like this."

"But isn't it, I don't know if it's an evil spirit, I heard that she went to the county to invite a mage today, and it seems that she didn't get it."

"Hmph, retribution. The village chief said that he couldn't go to the other side of the mountain, his man didn't believe in evil, so he had to go, and now he was punished, so don't affect our village. ”

"You crow's mouth, you don't know what to say."

From the conversations of these people, Mingshu knew that this was Daqin Village, most of the people in the village were surnamed Qin, and there were several families with the surname Li, and the woman just now was the daughter-in-law of the family surnamed Li.

Not long ago, her man died, and now her son has become unrecognizable, crazy, squatting in the shadows when he is not crazy, and biting when he is crazy.

Lingyan's destination seems to be the place that these villagers say they can't go behind the mountain.

Lingyan led the way in front, drifting over the top of the mountain, opposite several connected mountains, and there was no human being in sight.

But when he floated over a mountain, Mingshu suddenly saw a village-like building not far away, but unfortunately the village looked like it had been abandoned for many years, and he could only barely see that there was once a village here.

The spirit went around the back of the village, and behind it there was a building that looked like a stone temple, which would have been magnificent if it had not been so corrupt.

However, the things in the temple have been smashed, and it looks like they have just been smashed.

Lingyan's face was ugly, he floated into the stone temple, there should be a statue of a god in the temple, but unfortunately now the statue of the god has also been smashed, Mingshu carefully identified, and did not recognize what kind of god it was.

And in the middle of the stone temple, there is a pit, and in the pit is a coffin, and the coffin lid has been lifted.

Someone could be seen inside, either a decomposing corpse or a man with all four limbs, dressed in a fiery red wedding dress, placed in a coffin.

Mingshu took a closer look, and his face changed abruptly.

She touched her face, how could MMP me lie here, no, how could the original owner lie here?

Lingyan looked back at her, his tone unclear, "Scared?" ”

Mingshu put down his hand and smiled calmly, "Isn't it just that it looks a little like me, what's there to be scared of." ”

"That's you."

Lingyan's words made the corners of Mingshu's mouth twitch.

Very good, my body.

Anyway, it's a suspense theater, normal, nothing strange.

Mingshu was still calm, "Oh, what am I doing lying here? ”

Looking at the style of this wedding dress, she must have been dead for thousands of years, right?

The original owner doesn't seem to remember much about the events of her life, she only remembers that she has been in the underworld for a long, long time.

I'm a little curious about how to keep the body from rotting, is there any treasure? Can I sell money to buy snacks?

"Protect me." Lingyan suddenly laughed.

Mingshu tilted his head, his eyes clear.

Lingyan looked at the person in the coffin, and after a moment Lingyan stretched out his hand towards Mingshu, who thought about it and put his hand over.

Lingyan led her into the coffin, and the two of them looked at the person in the coffin at the same time, just looking at a face like himself lying in the coffin, Mingshu was still a little awkward.

How does it feel like mourning yourself?

"The spirit refers to the witch in the Western Chu Kingdom, the main sacrifice, so it is also called the priest."

The aura around Lingyan seemed to fade, and he became a priest who was as cold as snow high above.

There is no complex and filthy aura, only the purest aura of the snow-capped mountains.

Mingshu's heart moved slightly, which was why she could recognize him at a glance, and he always had such an aura on him once in a while.

She had never seen such a pure breath in any person or thing.

It's too pure, it's fascinating...... Very appealing to her.

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[The background here is empty, and the author makes it up blindly according to the needs of the plot, don't find fault]

Every time I see someone say that Jiu Shao and Mingshu are cold-blooded, and that Jiu Shao or Mingshu is not worth it, I want to scare people.

Their feelings are cyclical and progressive.

It's like a blank sheet of paper that they need to fill in by their own graffiti.

Instead of a graffiti-like color card, take it and make a copy of it, and say that love is stronger than gold, and life and death go hand in hand.

Sorry, this book isn't of that genre. (PS. I didn't say I wouldn't write that type in the future.,What if I write it one day.,After all, I also have a girl's heart.。 ）

In fact, writing this, Jiu Shao's feelings are already relatively clear.

There will be relatively large progress in this plane, smile~