Speaking of this, Ming Yi smiled bitterly, "I was happy in my heart back then, thinking that I had met the lover in the book, and I felt sorry for myself and was lonely, so I immediately agreed." After marriage, he treated me coldly, and he often stared at my face, or carved his hosta. Although I am lost, I am too busy with the livelihood of the two of us to worry about it. Until ......"

Mu Rin felt the resentment on her body and couldn't help but overflow.

"Until I was pregnant, touching the fetus in my womb that was connected to my blood, I was very happy, but I didn't notice that his brows were wrinkling more and more, I just thought that he didn't like children, who would have thought, he actually ...... How dare he kill my child!"

Ming Yi gritted his teeth when he saw it, the ghost would not cry, and Ming Yi saw that there were two lines of blood and tears in his eyes, which was the terrible despair of his mother. Mu Rin silently looked at her painful expression.

"After the miscarriage, I was in poor health and depressed, and I barely survived for a year before I died. Before I died, he carved a hairpin and said to me, don't meet such a wicked person as him in the future, he married me only because I was similar to his dead wife, and he didn't want my children...... He killed my child, and so did I......"

Ming Yi saw that he closed his eyes, but the blood and tears couldn't stop slipping down, his liver and intestines were broken, and his heart was like ashes.

The infatuation of wrong payment not only harmed his own life, but also harmed the unborn child.

"What's your obsession?"

Ming Yi screamed when he saw it, his blood-red eyes were full of resentment, "He lied to me, he hurt my mother and son, I want him Lin Chaosheng to die well! I want him to pay for my child's life!"

"He should have been reincarnated a long time ago, as for his good and evil, the judge's pen has his own conclusion, why should you ......"

Ming Yijian shook his head, and there was stubbornness in his eyes, "Benefactor, you don't understand, these grievances can only be settled by themselves." ”

Mu Rin stopped persuading. She has heard more than 10 million tragic stories told by Meng Po, and there are more miserable people than Ming Yi, and she can't sympathize with them at all.

Mu Rin doesn't understand why these crazy men and women are hurt by love? This was true of her father, and so were these mortals.

"This jade is an excellent place to possess the soul, you attach it to it and cultivate well, if you see that Lin Chaosheng, then go to the knot. ”

"Your great kindness, Imi can't repay it...... If one day Yi sees that his great revenge will be avenged, he will definitely go to the soup for his benefactor, and he will not give up. ”

Ming Yi saw that he bowed down three times again, and the ghost body slowly dissipated into black gas, and gathered again in the white hosta, and the hairpin surface reappeared transparent and pure.

Mu Rin listened to the bedtime story and quietly went back to the room to rest. When passing by Zhongli in front of the door, he seemed to hear some slight movement inside, Mu Rin stood in front of his door for a moment, heard the mouse go out of the camp, and finally returned to the room as if nothing happened.

There was no moonlight in the room, and it was dim and deserted.

Mu Rin changed her clothes and lay down on the bed, lying flat like a mortal, covering the quilt and folding her hands on her abdomen, closing her eyes and going to bed.

On the second day, Zhong Lijian got up early in the morning, and after breakfast, he took Mu Rin out to play like he had done two days ago. He took Mu Rin to Chang'an Avenue first, and just when Mu Rin thought that the two were going to revisit the old place, Zhong Lijian led her through the bustling area, along a remote path, and the two walked for a quarter of an hour, and finally stopped in front of an ordinary house.

Mu Rin looked at the half-old door, it seemed to be no different from the surrounding courtyards, and even the city was full of such houses, seeing Zhong Lijian knocking on the door, she couldn't help but wonder: "Such an ordinary place is everywhere, why did we go so far to find it?"

"Little fool," Zhong Lijian poked her forehead with his finger, and whispered mysteriously, "The more low-key it is, the easier it is to hide mysteries." ”

"Oh. "The word mystical is often less mysterious.

Mu Rin heard the slow sound of pushing the door, and looked down to see a child about five or six years old looking up at them through the crack in the door, his eyes curious and vigilant.