Her head, which hadn't hurt for a long time, suddenly felt like someone had smashed the back of her head hard, and the pain was so painful that she almost burst into tears.

She closed her eyes, and the woman in blue who had been repeatedly in the sea of knowledge seemed to come to life again, staring at her.

Jiu Luo heard Mo Chen talking, forced to open his eyes in pain, and looked at Mo Chen's side.

This is not a small surprise.

I don't know when the woman who looked exactly like me woke up, and a dagger in her hand was pressed against Mo Chen's neck.

Mo Chen didn't mean to be afraid, but a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Jiu'er, have you thought about it, do you really want to take my life?"

Jiu Luo's heart trembled when he heard this name, but after seeing the hand of the woman named Jiu'er holding the knife trembled, she firmly approached Mo Chen's throat.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the revenge of killing my father has to be avenged. ”

Every word Jiu'er spit out was full of the helplessness brought by fate.

"The sword has no eyes on the battlefield, either you die or I die, if it was your father who killed me, what would happen to you?"

"I will die with you. ”

The wry smile on the corner of Mo Chen's mouth turned into a real smile, rippling from his lips.

"Will you live and die with me?"

Jiu'er didn't understand why he behaved like this, so he hesitated and nodded: "As a daughter, I can't let my father's father's father's killer still live in the world. However, you and I have long promised that I will not marry anyone else except you, and I only complain that you and I have no fate, and God will make people. If you die, I will go with you. We owe no one anything in this life. ”

Jiu'er's words are heart-wrenching, Jiuluo listens to the blood in his heart, and his memory is slowly approaching, but it lingers outside his mind.

When I was in a trance, I saw that the two people in the picture were both killed, and the blood met in one place.

The corners of Jiuluo's mouth twitched, what is the situation?

Commit suicide if you don't agree with each other. It's child's play.

The picture quickly jumps to a straight avenue, with bright and warm red flowers blooming on both sides, and the petals fall to the pavement in the breeze, paving a thin red carpet.

Jiu'er walked alone, glancing back from time to time.

It's a pity that passers-by are in a hurry and pass by her.

Loneliness and disappointment flashed in her eyes.

At the end of the road is a wide arch bridge with a checkpoint.

A large cauldron was placed at the bayonet, and hot gas continued to bubble out of the pot.

There was a man standing next to the cauldron, wearing an apron and holding a big horse spoon, staring and shouting.

"Those who cross the bridge should drink a bowl of hot porridge quickly, the sky is cold on the other side of the bridge, and it doesn't matter if you don't drink it. ”

After speaking, he scooped a large spoonful of porridge and poured it into the empty bowl that reached over.

The man who received the porridge went to the side and devoured it, drank it all, and reached over the bowl to ask for it.

The man who made the porridge raised his eyes and looked, yo, familiar.

"I said brother, you've been here five times, drink so much and be careful that you can't be reborn. ”

Ignoring the contempt of the people in line, the porridge recipient smiled flatteringly: "Am I starving to death? You are rich in porridge, so give a lot of it. ”

"Roll on, who said that porridge is rich. Lao Tzu got up at one o'clock in the morning to boil porridge, and boiled so much, you drank it all, and after a while the porridge was gone, and Lao Tzu wanted to boil it?

With a pop, the bowl fell into the river.

The people in the queue waited impatiently and pushed the man: "Hurry up and cross the bridge, don't stay here and get in the way." ”

The man resisted the push of the crowd alive and dead, but he refused to take one more step forward: "I want to pass you, I don't want to pass." ”

The man who made porridge glanced at him and gestured to the two columns of soldiers standing on the side of the bridge: "This dead ghost doesn't want to cross the bridge, you guys come and solve it." ”

"It's not that I don't want to cross the bridge, it's that I drank five bowls of porridge, and I still remember the bad things that happened in my previous life, I don't want to remember. Meng Po, why doesn't your porridge work?"

The man who sent the porridge listened to the other party's crying, thought about it, turned his head to look at the river under the bridge, slapped his head and shouted: "It's bad, it's bad, I forgot to add the water of the Lechuan River to the porridge." ”