On the third day after that parting, there was a knock on the door before dawn. Wang Xian went to open the door with sleepy eyes, and two black-clothed men outside the door walked in quickly with something, followed by a handsome boy.

"Why is it so slow. Wang Xian stepped forward and lifted the white cloth.

"That's fast enough, okay!" Sun Maoran paced forward, "You witch clan are so powerful, people are dead for so many days, it's like falling asleep, how do you do it?"

Wang Xian looked at Ruoqian as if she was sleeping, touched her wet neckline, and found a small pendant. She pinched the small pendant and said to Sun Maoran: "There is a small insect in this, it sucks you a little yang energy on weekdays, and it can keep you from rotting for a hundred years after death." ”

"It's really fake, how much yang energy to breathe. ”

"Very little, from your life to death, the total amount of qi it absorbs is only ten breaths of you. ”

"Wow! Where's this worm?"

"The Wicans have it. You can also go to Jiangnan's house and give them some benefits, I can definitely give it to you. ”

"Forget it, I don't want to see the Jiangnan family, and their family doesn't want to see our family. ”

After a period of silence, Sun Maoran asked Wang Xian in a low voice: "You whisper to me, what do you want this corpse to do." ”

Wang Xian played with the black jade ring on his wrist indifferently, "It's nothing, it's just to find a feng shui treasure and bury it well." I haven't even seen my father's grave, and you're not going to let me bury my sister closer?"

Sun Maoran believed it, smiled lightly and patted Wang Xian's shoulder, and said, "You have to be good, go back and find a good family to marry, and let the head of the family preside over the wedding." He wrote to me yesterday, saying that he didn't know where you live now, and said that if you have any trouble, go to him, after all, Mr. Wang and he have known each other. ”

"I see. Wang Xian nodded, "Thank you." ”

Sun Maoran shook his head lightly, "I'm leaving." ”

"I don't send it. ”

At this moment, Wang Xian was unprecedentedly relaxed, and he felt that everything was put down.

A thought has been lingering in her mind for the past few days - if Ruoqian was used to save her life, does that mean that her life can also be given to Ruoqian?

In the past few days, she has almost turned over the ancient book that Sansheng gave away, and she is almost familiar with those awkward spells, once she succeeds, Ruoqian can come back. Although Wang Xian didn't know when Ruoqian and Dongli met, how they met, and how they got acquainted. However, Dong Lilian can say that kind of thing to her, which means that he must value Ruoqian very much.

This is the great gift that Wang Xian wants to give to Dongli.

Wang Xian didn't believe in fate, but she had to admit that from the moment she met Dongli, Dongli was her fate. Many things in the world are unsatisfactory, he is her destiny, but she may not be his. Therefore, Wang Xian wanted to complete the Dongli and repay Ruoqian.

Dongli walked in the wind with the smell of wine, walked to a small river, plunged into the river, and did not raise his head until he choked on two mouthfuls of water.

Repeat this a few times, and the wine wakes up.

He was facing the sky, his eyes were moist, and his thin lips were now a little pale.

"It hurts here. Dongli patted his chest.

The man in red, condensed from the ashes that appeared out of thin air, reappeared, he sat beside Dongli, and said with a meaningful smile: "Patience, patience." Didn't the man say that she would ...... well?"

When the man said the last three words, he was a little malicious, like a sarcasm, more like a threat.

These days, Dongli has long been accustomed to his presence.

"Last time you went to save her, you went to Pipa Cliff, didn't you? In the end, you pointed me in the direction to find the injured Ah Xian. Dongli turned his head, "Who the hell are you, with the same face as me, is it my shadow?"

The man hooked the corners of his mouth, his long hair fluttering wildly in the wind, and said, "I am you, and you are also me." ”

With that, with the ashes, the man disappeared again.

Dongli hung his head helplessly and sighed, smiling self-deprecatingly.

When will such a day end? Will Wang Xian really live a peaceful life as Wang Ziliang said, but now Wang Xian looks very good. The last time I sneaked up to see her, she finally smiled. Laughing heartily and heartily.

This kind of relieved smile is willing to stay on her face forever, and it is not in vain that she is willing to quit.

Capital

Sun Maoran came out of the study, and when he passed through the big courtyard, he found that his father was drinking again, so he stepped forward to pick up the wine jug, and said helplessly: "My father, how much wine do you drink every day?"

Sun Qi's vicissitudes of life had drunkenness on his face, and he waved his hand, "It's not enough to drink too much wine." You have already married a family, and this family will be handed over to you in the future, and Dad can finally let go. ”

"Dad, is my mother good-looking?" Sun Maoran asked.

"Hmm!" Sun Qi pouted and shook his head, "I've never seen anything uglier." ”

Sun Maoran's face darkened, and he shook the wine jug, "Did you say that about my mother! It's a shame that my mother died early, otherwise the little mother in the backyard you found for me, she would be angry to death!"

Sun Qi slumped on the table, as if crying, and said: "Those aunts and wives, all for you and me, look at how many sisters you have......!

This scene, Sun Maoran has an impression, when he went to Xiuyun Mountain, his father found him drunk like this, and talked to him all night, among which the most impressive thing for him was the matter of his mother's parents that his father rarely mentioned on weekdays.

"Why do you only have a sister? That's because your mother is punishing your father! She is afraid that if your father has another son, he won't love you, so his father is just a son like you, and the rest are all daughters......