Chapter Seventy-Three: Burial

In the next half hour, Du Yuanyuan was entangled with the water waves, swinging left and right, but no matter what, he didn't make a coffin shape.

Gradually, even the audience became visually fatigued, and their eyes were all straight.

When it was, Mo Qingye said, "When will it be the end of this entanglement, you just have to make an approximation, and they will do the rest." ”

"Oh." Du Yuanyuan seemed to be still unsatisfied, "That water chestnut or something, there is no more." ”

"No, you don't."

"Oh, well!" Xiao Du took advantage of the situation and sold a cute, his eyes blinked, and the dancing ribbon-like water waves guided him a few steps away, "Fall." Then, an oval-shaped coffin appeared in front of him, which was a very wonderful scene, the dark water was still flowing, reflecting the blue sky and sunlight, indescribably dazzling and cold. Immediately, he exerted his strength again, and this ring seemed to be relatively relaxed, and he felt that the air around him instantly cooled, and in the blink of an eye, the flowing water solidified into ice crystals.

Black ice crystals.

It's just that the shape is not satisfactory......

"No, we have to get a lid." Du Yuanyuan did the same again, and firmly buckled a coffin lid on the oval Xuanbing coffin, "Finished!" There was a pause, "Next, hehe." ”

"Having fun?" Mo Qingye walked to the Xuanxi Ice Coffin and coldly said, "Benjun said that it was almost done, but look at it!" What are you doing! Bathtub! ”

......'s at this level...... Du Yuanyuan pursed the corners of his mouth, "You have seen it, I Wuwu Xuanxuan." ”

"Hey! Hum! Mo Qingye sighed at first, then rolled his eyes fiercely, and ordered left and right, "A few of you, carve this ice coffin well." ”

"Yes." The attendant received the order and hurriedly stepped forward to process it again......

With the first time, the second time was relatively easy, and finally, two thousand-year-old ice coffins with three flats and four unround surfaced, and the dust had settled for the time being. It's just that the people of the Qingwang Mansion are suffering, and it is so difficult to transform the oval thing into a boxy.

Strange to say, after Du Yuanyuan converged the true essence, a pool of water slowly recovered to its original, clear and deep, with slight ripples. Although Han Li and Fu Feng were also shocked, they were only shocked, and after admiring a few words, they put the matter behind them. However, it was Fei Tian who was the only one who had palpitations and was unsettled, and he seemed to see something in this descendant.

Is it the trajectory of fate?

Or is it a reversal? Unknown.

Xiao Du went to change into clean clothes, and his mood changed from wet to cloudy. Under Xiao Mojun's gaze, the attendants of the Qingwang Mansion were of high quality and efficiency, and they did not dare to slack off at all, and it didn't take long for two crystal clear Xuanbing coffins to appear in front of them.

And then it's the hardest thing to do.

It doesn't seem that the preparation of the coffin is too heavy, but if they are really buried, the sadness in the bottom of my heart is bottomless.

Bai Wei may be better, but Shi Nu, to freeze and seal the living Qiantu in the coffin, Du Yuanyuan is really struggling at this moment, and his arms seem to be unable to lift a thousand catties.

Mo Qingye stood quietly aside, the sky was blue, but he looked away from here and looked at the distant sky.

Even him, let alone him, is difficult to face in the end.

Han Li stepped forward and placed Bai Wei's body in the coffin with Du Yuanyuan, looking at that blue and white cold and familiar face, all kinds of things in the ghost world resurfaced in front of him.

At this moment, Mo Qingye slowly stepped forward and forced himself to set his eyes on Bai Wei.

Just one glance, when I say goodbye, the mountains are far away, and I don't know when.

"Bai Wei, forgive Benjun for not being able to bury you with him." Mo Qingye said quietly, as if time was going back in time at this moment, and then he smiled slightly, "You and I will definitely meet again, I Mo Qingye swear to the sky, definitely!" The words fell, and he turned his back quickly, and he was cold, "Closing the coffin." ”

Du Yuanyuan blinked, leaned over and slowly pushed the lid of the coffin.

Briefly, even hastily, it was like saying goodbye to him.

The same belief was also extremely firm in Du Yuan's heart at this time.

Yes. There will be a time for reunion!

Then, his gaze fell on Shi Nu.

I really can't bear it. It's simply impossible to carry out.

Shi Nu also looked at him inexplicably at this second, his eyes were still empty.

"Thousand slaughters." Du said in a difficult way.

The stone slave looked at him for a moment, as if waiting for his master to give orders.

"Green Night." Du looked at Xiaomo remotely, "I really can't ......"

"Waste." Mo Qingye was ruthless, but he didn't even have the courage to look at Qiantu, "Do as I say!" ”

At this moment, as if he wanted to cry, Du Yuanyuan clenched his hands and ordered, "Qiantu, step into that coffin." As he spoke, he pointed to the ice coffin. After saying that, he quickly turned his face away, unable to bear to look at it.

Shi Nu took the order, walked to the ice coffin with heavy steps, stepped into it without hesitation, and stood there waiting.

"Lie down, lie down." Du Yuanyuan bit his lip and said.

He didn't look, but he heard a dull sound.

It was the stone slave who was ordered to lie in the coffin. Isn't that just a sign to him to die? Du Yuan raised his face to look at the sky, the blue blue sky was reflected in his eyes, and the clouds were floating. What a beautiful sky, mighty. When it was, Mo Qingye suddenly snorted coldly, "What do you want to do!" Du Yuanyuan, the more he delays like this, the more he can't make up his mind! Do you think I feel good......"

Du Yuanyuan exhaled, what should come is always coming, smiled bitterly, stepped forward to lift the coffin lid, and then closed it extremely slowly, slowly. When the lid of the coffin was about to close the last gap, Shi Nu's gaze happened to be opposite him, and at that moment, Qiantu's eyes were so calm and empty.

If you have a spirit in heaven, will you be relieved, will you really feel liberated?

Xiao Du closed his eyes tightly and sealed the ice coffin.

There is some grief, really painful that it is impossible to look at it directly.

The wind was cold and cold, blowing quietly.

The entire Qingwang Mansion fell into a silence that was difficult to break.

Everyone's faces were filled with ethereal sadness. Silent. Be silent again.

Finally, Mo Qingye said softly, "Just now." ”

"Hmm." Du Yuanyuan also responded softly, but his Imperial Weapon Technique was not exquisite, and it was not easy to control these two heavy ice coffins out of thin air, but fortunately, Han Li and Fu Feng could help him.

Reflecting the bright winter sun, the two coffins slowly sank to the bottom of the pool. The light of the black ice crystals was gradually covered by the water waves, but it was still so clear, and the glass rippled in the water, like black coral in the deep sea. It's beautiful. It's so beautiful that it's sad.

Mo Qing stood on the shore for a long time, staring at the ice coffin under the water.