, and suddenly it poured out.

"Where is he?"

"I've already entered reincarnation."

"Will I ever see him again in this life?"

Master Hui Ci was silent.

Jing Wei slowly lowered her head, tears fell on the hem of her blue skirt one by one, and those dark embroidered lines were wet, and a dark water stain appeared.

Jingwei's slender fingers stroked the dark water stains, the corners of her lips trembled, and she seemed to smile lightly, but the tears fell down her face: "Xuanling ......"

She called softly, and then softly in her heart.

Looking back on the past at this time, Fang suddenly woke up to the fact that he had said goodbye to her early in the morning.

It's just that she doesn't know that there will be people in this world who willingly die for him.

Just like the Miao doctor who concocted a hundred years ago to forget his worries, he wrote it in the codex, forgetting his worries and not solving them.

Because he also does not believe that there will be people in this world who are willing to die for another person willingly.

One person dying for another person may not be the hardest, the hardest thing is that willingness.

And she never thought that Xuan Ling was no longer there.

That's Xuan Ling.

The once unruly young master of the Golden Triangle, who once killed people without blinking, once ran alone for thousands of miles, was unstoppable, and once escaped death several times, and the king of Hades didn't dare to accept it, Xuan Ling.

He died quietly, one day or late at night, that she didn't know.

She didn't even give him a stick of incense, and she never worshiped him once.

"Quiet donor, the deceased is gone, you should live peacefully and smoothly as he wished before his death......

Jing Wei raised her hand to gently wipe away her tears, bowed down in front of the Buddha again, and kowtowed heavily.

"The old monk has just calculated, Lord Song's life is not over, and she will be able to turn the corner from danger."

Jingwei stood up and solemnly bowed deeply to Master Huici: "Master, please think of a way to save Mi'er's life, the doctor is helpless." ”

"Jing Wei donor, why don't you go to southern Yunnan and give it a try? When the old monk was young, he traveled all over the world with his master, and stayed in southern Yunnan for several months, and the master said that the witch doctors in southern Yunnan are unpredictable, and the secret medicine in the hands of those old Miao doctors can be flesh and bones, and the living and dead can ......."

Master Huici said, with a kind smile: "Donor Jingwei, didn't you also rely on the Miao medicine in southern Yunnan back then?" ”

Master Hui Ci stretched out his hand, and his wrinkled fingers gently raised his quiet right hand.

The master is already old, and the defense of men and women is useless, so Jing Wei spread her fingers in the palm of the master's palm.