It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind will stand tonight.

The royal shadow is immortal, chasing the soul.

Even if he got rid of them for a while at this moment, Xia Ji knew that Jueying would be chased by them sooner or later, not to mention that he didn't plan to escape.

At this time, he stood in front of Xia Ji's tomb, facing the moonlight and carefully wiping the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, "You should feel happy, right?" Take revenge with your own hands, and you can rest in peace. ”

The Qingfeng sword roared.

After the shadow wiped the sword, he didn't leave, but looked at the tombstone intently, and the inconspicuous corner below was written 'The Tomb of the Divine General Xia Mou', which was obviously engraved with a sword pen, and Xia Ji didn't see it very clearly.

Only Jueying knew that those words were 'husband-Jueying', he stared intently, smiling slightly, at this time he seemed to be in a daze as if thinking, and the light and shadow in his pupils that were covered with night frost were fine.

"I'll be with you."

The voice was so thin that even Xia Ji on the side couldn't hear it clearly, but Qingyue was soft, and it seemed to be a very happy thing, such as Muhua Xiao Sa, the Tong Jian was sparse, and it fell straight into the heart.

"It's just that I can't bear to ......" Jueying's five fingers gently grasped the Qingfeng Sword, and opened it easily, as if hesitating.

What are you reluctant to do? Xia Ji didn't know, but she knew...... She didn't want Jueying to die, Qingfeng's sword trembled blindly, but Jueying still stuffed herself into her arms, "It's cold, right?" Come and warm up in your arms. ”

Then he sighed, "Don't make a fuss, let me see you for a while." He patted the Qingfeng Sword lightly, his eyes still staring at the grave without blinking.

Xia Ji was stunned for a moment, his heart was sour, and the Qingfeng Sword no longer trembled, but it clinged to the thick chest of the Absolute Shadow.

Originally...... He was reluctant... After death, he couldn't look at her in the tomb a few more times, afraid that his soul would not see her, Xia Ji's heart trembled, sour and sour.

She wanted to shout, don't be stupid!

Run for your life!

But she can't say it, she can't bear this sincerity, she just wants to be alive now, even if she can only hug him, even if she ...... Only a few seconds.

A few seconds...... It's good

A mountain bird dawns outside the clouds, and there are 10,000 points of water and fireflies among the autumn grass.

Jueying stood like this for a whole night and watched it all night.

The frost and dew wet his clothes in the early morning, but he still tightly protected the Qingfeng Sword in his arms, blinking, the dew on his eyelashes condensed and rolled down, falling straight to the grass, he looked up, the light was slight, and he smiled with curved lips.

Hearing the sound of blades of grass floating behind him, he knew that they were coming, and it was time to leave when he had seen enough.

He didn't turn around, bent down and wiped the water droplets on the stone platform in front of the tomb with his sleeves, and gently put the still warm Qingfeng Sword on the stone platform, as if he was performing a ritual reverently.

The people behind him gradually became encircled, but the leader raised his hand to signal, and the other shadows stopped one after another, and they just watched the reverent movements of the Absolute Shadow.

Jueying didn't look back, just whispered, "Thank you." ”

Gazing at the tombstone and the Qingfeng Sword again, he smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and shook his heart vein, and the shadows behind him were shocked and shocked except for the leader.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, fell down heavily, Jueying looked at the Qingfeng Sword stained with his blood, slowly stretched out his hand and put it on the Qingfeng Sword, moved as if it took all his strength, and finally hugged the Qingfeng Sword into his arms, smiled with relief, missed indifferently, and closed his eyes.

Qingfeng Sword roared for a while, as if it was mourning, trembling.

The leader sighed lightly: "It's a man with a temperament, buried next to the tomb of General Xia." ”

"Yes!"

The rest of the people clenched their fists, and instantly stood in awe of the dead shadow.

......

After everyone left, the sky suddenly changed, and it was plausible.

The wind was blowing, the grass and trees were rustling, and the sound of Weng Ming came out of the Qingfeng sword, bursts of red light, and even the absolute shadow that was held in his arms was wrapped in red light.

Xia Ji had a headache, and only heard a voice in the sky in a trance: "Loyal and good, love is entangled, fate dictates." Fulfill your wishes, dispel your demons, and go yourself. ”

The red light rose sharply, the heavy rain was suddenly majestic, the ground washed clean, and there was not a single trace of blood left, only the two graves, one large and one small, leaned tightly, accompanied by the wind and rain.

……

It's like saying goodbye to the next world, sighing to myself, fireworks in the world.

Hearing the sound of gurgling water in his ears, the faint fragrance of flowers lingered on the tip of his nose, Xia Ji frowned, opened his eyes in a trance, and the solemn buildings in front of him were boxy, majestic and magnificent, and there was a quaint atmosphere everywhere.

What's going on? Is this the case in the underworld?

Before Xia Ji could think clearly, she heard the sound of clogs behind her, she turned her head, and obviously heard the sound of the people behind her gasping and exclaiming, and looked at them suspiciously.

"Sister Wang is still not well?"

The man at the head was pale, wearing a crown on his head, his top and bottom were connected, and he was surrounded by jade pendants and gold and jade, and he turned his head slightly to ask the maid behind him, and his face was full of impatience.

Xia Ji swept her eyes and knew that the person in front of her was rich and unusual, but she was sure that she didn't know this person, so she didn't know who the Wang Mei in his mouth was.

"Back to the son, the princess is still a little stunned, and her consciousness is not clear."

The maid, dressed in a short robe, bowed her head and replied respectfully, her voice soft and thin, like a mysterious tone, and her hands were crossed.

Xia Ji frowned, she dared to guarantee that she had never seen this dress and etiquette, and this voice, why did it sound so awkward?

She remained silent and did not show any flaws, but continued to look at the man in charge.

I saw him gently and slowly step forward, and the clogs clattered: "Sister Wang's body should recover as soon as possible, and my mother is worried day and night, so don't mess around." ”

When he was talking to himself, Xia Ji was sensitive to the two maids behind him who were panicked and uneasy, and he paid attention to it, but he just looked up at the man in front of him, and did not speak, just nodded.

She didn't dare to speak casually, if the language was different, it would be exposed.

Judging from the scene just now, she was obviously still alive, thinking of the sound of the Heavenly Dao she heard in a trance, her heart was stunned, and her face also brought out a touch of emotion and melancholy.

Gongziyi frowned when he saw Wang Mei wandering out of the world, "Sister Wang, don't disobey Brother Wang's advice, don't be willful, marrying is a woman's ultimate destination." ”

When he said this, he glanced at Xia Ji, and he hated that iron could not become steel, and he flicked his wide robe and big sleeves and left.

But I don't know that Xia Ji's heart is surging like a tide, ups and downs, and getting married?!

Married again!

As soon as she heard this, the pain in her heart lingered, like a pinprick in her heart, thinking of the figure of the dead shadow dead in front of her grave, she pursed her lips and frowned, her face was pale, and her fingers tightly grasped the collar before she could catch her breath.

"Daughter, what's wrong with you?"

The two maids lifted their skirts and hurried over, but their expressions still revealed some casualness.

Xia Ji looked up, just in time to see the unnatural and casual looks in the eyes of the two maids, and his heart sank, and asked, "How long have you served me?" ”

As soon as the words came out, Xia Ji was obviously startled, this voice was long and slow, and her soft voice was not her voice at all, but her face was still not half revealed, but her fingers were slightly clenched.

"Seven years of concubineship."

A round-faced and delicate girl responded, and the long-faced girl on the side couldn't figure out the meaning of Xia Ji, and still replied with a straight look: "Ten years of concubines." But her hands behind her back were clasped together, and her lips trembled slightly.