Chapter 503

After sorting out the red clothes of the cherished fate, guarding the cherished fate, the night is bleak and clear, as if telling the sad story of whom, Xian Muyan stood outside the corridor, looking at the starry sky at night, a bright, but this bright seems to be cold, the sky is full of stars, none of them belong to anyone, they are all lonely hanging.

Unfortunately, fate is dead, Feng Yunyao is back, everything is happening, it is common sense, but I always feel that something is different, I still remember the strange eyes, deep and bottomless.

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The little girl couldn't break free from the carefree embrace of Beilin, so she simply gave up the struggle, looked at the night sky outside the window, and stayed awake all night.

On the second day, a mighty funeral was held, the little girl had to wear mourning clothes no matter what, and there was no way to do it in the north, for Beilin Wuwu, wearing mourning clothes was a kind of respect for relatives, and this pity was just Feng Yunyao's maid.

According to the relationship between master and servant, Feng Yunyao should not do this.

But with that firm look, how could he stop him, his Yaoyao, as long as he could be happy, he was willing to give the world to her.

Looking at the black coffin, the little girl's heart was complicated, as if she had lost something, Jin Ye's eyes swept over the little girl in mourning clothes, and she was relieved, she didn't have any previous memories, for her now, the fate was just a maid who had served her, but she didn't expect her to be able to wear mourning clothes to see her off.

Beilin Wuwu behind him was dressed in white, with a shallow smile on the corner of his lips, and he actually accompanied Feng Yunyao to see him off, and he was still hugging, which was too spoiled! Overspoiled, hey! And Feng Yunyao doesn't know you very well now, Lord Priest.

The little girl tugged at Beilin's sleeve, and then easily jumped out of his arms.

I don't know when there are a few more white paper flowers woven in my hand, I walked to the black coffin step by step, and after walking, I put the paper flowers in my hand on the coffin, picked up the liquor that was placed, sprinkled it on the ground, touched the coffin with my little hand, and then turned around and returned to the side of Beilin Wuwu.

Beilin Wuwu saw the little girl coming over and picked it up, and then reached out and gently wiped her little hand that touched the coffin, carefully and carefully, not letting go of any place.

Jin Ye couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw this scene, such a childish priest, the first time I saw him, hey, is the dead really so unlucky? Jin Ye sighed, alas, cherish fate, cherish fate, your young lady is also forced to be helpless, and you don't have to serve such a weird-tempered uncle in the future, right?

The coffin was carried, as if it was being carried step by step to the world where there was no warmth, and Feng Yunyao was not allowed to go to this way, he wanted to take her to a place.

After a period of death, Beilin Wuwu had already taken the little girl to the wilderness, and on the night of his death, he got the news that the grave keeper in the wilderness had the soul bead of weaving souls.

"Master, where are we going?" The little girl who was held in her arms raised her eyebrows and asked, her little face was confused, is the big bird under her a demon beast or a demon beast...

"In the wilderness, find the grave keeper"

Looking for a grave keeper? Xiao Meiqiao couldn't help but wrinkle, this place in the wilderness is extremely dangerous, did he take her like this? I have read it in the books of the Miracle Academy, this wild place is full of demons, every step is thrilling, every step is like a formation, and if you make a mistake, you will never recover!