How to break the fast wearing as a villain

Chapter 419: Master River God (27)

After that, Lu Zijin spent the rest of his life with Jiu Yiniang in the world.

From the hillside outside the plantain grove, he jumped down and jumped into the lake.

It was not midsummer at that time, but it was winter.

When she left, there were no fireflies to accompany her, only a silent lake.

The icy lake water kept rushing in, but she felt that a stone in her heart had dropped.

The moment her throat was filled with lake water, the strong suffocation made her feel very satisfied.

When she was picked up by her mother-in-law, her mother-in-law saw the dead silence that belonged to this world in her eyes.

"It seems that your life is very miserable in the world." The mother-in-law whispered, "I haven't seen such eyes for a long time. Those who came recently are actually very afraid of death."

Lu Zijin's eyes were confused, and his dark eyes were motionless.

"Come on, does your heart hurt?" The mother-in-law asked pitifully, "Don't be afraid, it will be gone soon."

She did it with her right hand, pulled out a piece of her hair with her left hand, put it into a glass jar, closed the lid, and said something in her mouth: "The flame of the red lotus, call me in my name, and burn these three thousand threads of trouble." all!"

Inside the glass jar, that strand of hair burned for no reason, forming gray smoke that filled the entire jar.

The mother-in-law smiled and locked the jar behind the bookshelf.

"Sleep, I won't remember when I wake up."

Her long sigh disappeared in her ears.

……

Lu Zijin sniffed, his eyes were already so astringent that he couldn't open them.

"Are you awake?" Jia Lan's cold voice sounded in her ears, and she clicked her tongue, "I saw you cry all night, you touched the pillow, it was soaked."

"Wh-whose story is this?" Lu Zijin opened his eyes, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, passing by his ears, cool.

The person inside is obviously me, but I am obviously from modern times, and I will not have that memory with Yeming.

"Your." Jia Lan seemed to think this question was a bit funny, "This is a story derived from the two of you, if you are really a natural pair, even if some messy group in the nine dimensions stops you, the pillars of the world will support you Yours. If it were me, we would die together."

"That's right, what is death?" Lu Zijin laughed dryly.

"I see you, when you wanted to go back to your so-called real world, you didn't want to die. You even exchanged souls with Yeming. It's not that you don't love Yeming. You just saw a perfect woman like me. It’s just self-deprecating.”

"...!" Lu Zijin gave her a sideways glance, "Shameless."

Jia Lan laughed: "Here, here is this for you." Then, she took out a walnut shell from her bosom.

It's not the previous one, but it's bigger than the previous one, and the engraving lines are also finer. When held in the hand, it looks more like it is full of magical power.

"This is from the hands of the dwarf craftsmen in Watt. The treasures made there are all famous in all dimensions." Garan said, "Take this, pack it up, and you can go to County Du at any time."

"Dujun?"

"Yeah, don't tell me, if you don't want to go now, it will be a waste of my hard work to return that cloud of smoke to you." Jia Lan stared into Lan Youyou's eyes, as if the next moment, Lu Zijin refused, she would be able to Come up to strangle her, "But this walnut shell doesn't mean that you won't be completely immune to Du Jun's charm, it just makes you feel less uncomfortable."

Said Jialan "hehe" and laughed twice.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can go to the river god, and he will naturally have a solution."

　[I saw a ghost story today]

　　Once upon a time, there was an author who persisted in coding every day, but her readers did not vote for her recommendation or monthly votes, nor did she show her face in the comments, so she was so sad that she could not write any more. It was a sweet story. I can't write, and I resist going to the backstage of writers. Over time, the world will lose a great writer. [Hold fist][Dog head]
　　
　
(End of this chapter)