In the Lamrim, it is said that one should think that there is no time limit for death.

Ye Qingli didn't expect his last words to be this sentence.

If I had known that my lifespan would not be as long as I imagined, perhaps there would not have been so many regrets.

At this moment, a piercing beep vibrated the eardrums, and only vague outlines and distorted light and shadows were blown away from the wind.

Ye Qingli, who died unexpectedly, unexpectedly saw a bloody and wild picture in the endless falling dream:

The blood pooled into a stream in the hollows, and the rotting bones began to pile up, spreading across the vast battlefield. The mortally wounded god tore off the battered bronze armor on his body, and the warriors of the tribe had been completely wiped out, leaving only the tattered totem battle banner of the water god behind him, roaring and rolling in the howling wind.

The defeated god raised his sword and pointed it at the sky, and roared hoarsely: "I am the emperor, and I am not convinced!" "Turn to control the water dragon and crash into the mountains in anger, the heavenly pillars are broken, and the earth is overwhelmed! For a while, the sky tilted to the northwest, and the earth fell to the southeast......

The thousand-foot-tall giant ran day by day, leaping across mountains and seas, chasing 100,000 miles. The sun escapes into the salty pond to avoid it, and the world is dark. The giant drank Daze in the north, and died of thirst. Before he died, he looked up to the sky and roared, and his voice was like rolling thunder: "The big golden crow deceived me!" Ying Longzi deceived me! The Queen Mother of the West deceived me! Wangshu God deceived me! I boast so much about my father, I don't look away! Instead, he smashed the ground with his cane and turned into a peach forest......

The handsome and burly Yin Shou stood on the roof of the Star Picking Tower, oblivious to the raging fire. Chonghou Hu built the Star Picking Tower high enough at the beginning, and Yin Shou stood here enough to overlook the entire Chaoge City, the capital of the Great Shang Kingdom that had been broken by the Zhou army!

Huang Feihu surrendered to the enemy, Su Hu surrendered to the enemy, Jiang Huan Chu surrendered to the enemy, Deng Jiugong surrendered to the enemy, hum! King Su sneered, and sprinkled the elixir wine in the wine cup into the sea of fire: "This cup of wine, the lonely sacrifice to Kong Xuan, the tribute to Zhao Gongming, the tribute to Shen Gongbao, and the old lady Wen Zhong, after today, the dynasty will change, but no one will think about paying tribute to you anymore."

"The King." Daji came behind Yin Shou, and in the scorching firelight, the peerless face of the alluring city was still beautiful and flawless, "We have reached the end of our rope, and people are destined to be unable to win the sky." ”

"Love concubine, everyone in the world says that Daji has mistaken the country, but I don't know that Daji is lonely." The king turned around and hugged Daji, and the two hugged each other affectionately in the raging fire, and the tongue of fire had spread to Daji's skirt, igniting the king's long breath.

Burn in flames.

Before he died, the king looked up at the sky, and shouted hysterically at Hongjun and Yuan Shi Tianzun in the clouds: "Great Shang Yin Shou, I'd rather die than be a god slave!" ”

……

Ye Qingli felt that he had been falling for a long time, how far was he to reach the end of the abyss?

The nightmares like a magnificent epic flashed in his mind one after another, and those heavy pictures of despair almost suffocated Ye Qingli, and Ye Qingli gradually lost consciousness.

Am I going to die?

I'm so unwilling.

I really want to tear apart this vast chaos, open my eyes and see the brilliant light!

"Have you ever felt the most desperate hell? Pitch-black blood spills down your ankles, and the undead burrow into your cochlea and sing. ”

"Have you ever seen the darkest abyss? The stars crashed, and the only source of light was the blue phosphorus fire floating on the white bones. ”

As if it was a demon's whisper, inadvertently waking up the nightmare, Ye Qingli opened his eyes instantly, and in his dim vision was a rapidly falling rain curtain.

Ye Qingli struggled to get up, the cold rain washed over his body but did not soak his hair and clothes, as if those raindrops were just phantoms projected by the special effects of the movie.

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

"Who am I?"

Suddenly there were trembling or frightened questions in the darkness, Ye Qingli came back to his senses and observed, and the sound of squirming footsteps sounded all around, it turned out that he was not alone, Ye Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Smack." Suddenly, there was a loud snapping of fingers in the darkness.

"Let there be light, says God." The sweet female voice didn't know where it came from, and with this rhythm-like voice, it was a bright light that tore through the rain curtain, and Ye Qingli stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.

"It seems that everyone has arrived, hello, my name is Shen Hongyao."

Ye Qingli opened his eyes, the surroundings were as bright as day, and the rain had not stopped, like colorful liquid crystals under the illumination of the light. The rain curtain expands infinitely in the line of sight, boundless.

There were a total of thirty-four people in the rain, including Ye Qingli, Ye Xiao hurriedly glanced at it, and his face hidden in the rain curtain was strange and blurred.

The woman who spoke was standing five or six meters in front of Ye Qingli's left, she was wearing a pink oil-paper umbrella, wearing a delicate and slim dress, and her beautiful feet in fiery red high heels were suspended one foot from the ground, like a light ghost.

Many years later, Ye Qingli can still clearly remember that moment, Shen Hongyao holding an oil-paper umbrella suspended in the rain curtain, the enchanting silhouette in the backlight.

"You, you are, are you a ghost?" A bald uncle closest to Shen Hongyao asked with a frightened face.

"What, aren't you?" Ye Qingli didn't expect that woman to be really interested in answering such a boring question.

The bald uncle's face instantly looked like he had eaten a fly.

"Where are we?" Someone couldn't hold back their curiosity and asked carefully.

"Sunny Soul Domain."

"Who are you?" Someone else asked.

"Extradition emissary."

"Have we been kidnapped?"

"It's not."

"I want to get out of here, tell me how I can get out?"

"Can't get out."

“……”

“……”

"Liar, this must be a spoof show from some TV station, right? Do you think you can fool us with these movie special effects? Where is the camera? ”

"No cameras, no television."

"Little girl, do you know my identity? The chairman of the NJ Group is my father, hurry up and end all this for me, or I'll let my crazy brother rip off your pants tonight. Seeing that this woman seemed to be very talkative, a young man in his twenties became presumptuous.

But Ye Qingli found that the woman named Shen Hongyao was not nervous because of the threat, but the corners of her mouth turned up in a disdainful arc, revealing a playful smile: "I don't know your identity, besides, I'm wearing a skirt tonight." ”

For some reason, Ye Qingli instinctively felt that the woman was very dangerous, just like the woman standing in front of him was not a charming and sultry girl, but a rattlesnake that chose people to devour.

Everything here is indescribably weird, the rainstorm that doesn't get wet, the girl hanging from the ground, and the self who appeared here inexplicably, why don't I have any memories of the past, how did I get here, what happened before I woke up?

Ye Qingli frowned, he found that there seemed to be a crucial gap in his memory, a memory that was more important than everything! What have you forgotten? You have to remember it!

Although Ye Qingli had a lot of questions, he didn't speak, he tried his best to avoid contact with that woman, even if it was verbal contact, it would make him feel like a man.

However, the others seemed to have deliberately ignored this, they were no longer the lost lambs who had just panicked in the dark, and the presence of their own kind and light had given them the confidence to swell, and they began to question, accuse, abuse, roar, and even prepare to rush up and tear apart the charming woman, or her clothes.

"Excuse me, are we dead?"

"Yes."

Abruptly, there was silence all around.

Ye Qingli felt a "buzz" in his mind, and those lost memories came out again to piece together a real and complete picture: it was he climbing the snow mountain with his friends, and then fell down on the peak at an altitude of 5,700 meters, shattered his bones, and his bones were gone.

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Mobile Phones: