Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Sixty-eighth bowl of soup (13)

As soon as this sound appeared, the young man was slightly taken aback. He saw that the dark sky was instantly clear, the thunder became weaker, and the lightning disappeared. Even the black air around him was dimmed by the sunlight.

But the other party did not have the slightest sense of oppression, on the contrary, it was very soft, and he was looking at him calmly, and his appearance was very familiar, not who Mengpo God was.

The young man is still a ghost, and he has the fear of Qinghuan that exists in his soul, but even if his face is pale, he stares at Qinghuan firmly and refuses to give in the slightest. "You're back."

"Are you scared?"

He knew that if the other party wanted to suppress himself, he was afraid that his soul would be dissipated early, but he was still unwilling. "I--"

The words were not finished but were interrupted: "Aren't you satisfied?"

what?

While the young man was dumbfounded, Qing Huan stopped and stood a few steps away from him and looked up at the sky: "Your wish is over, what else is worthy of your nostalgia in this world?" The bad guys rely on their own choices, but if they forget their own hearts, they will never be better.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

"What's not clear about this." Qing Huan was still looking at the sky, where it was clear and blue, and the sun was shining warmly, which made her feel the gentle happiness. The same is true for people in this world. No matter how many disasters they experience, the strength of human nature will make them stand up and build their homes again. She has always distinguished herself from "people" very clearly. While loving life, she is determined and determined, but most of the ghosts at the bottom of the river are troubled by obsessions. Look, the road is not far away. As long as you let go of your obsession, you can leave Wangchuan.

But there has never been a ghost that can really put down and leave. They were entangled in obsessions and trapped in the mud, so Wangchuan became hell, the gate of **** was opened, but no one could get out. They tried every means to leave, but no one wanted to let go of their obsession.

"You are the fifth ghost I chose." Qing Huan stretched out her hand, her index finger curled up slightly, and a snow-white butterfly flew from somewhere and stayed on her knuckles, "Otherwise, you really think Yin Su Nuv Can you hide from me?"

The young man stared at her: "Then why do you want her to return to the world?"

"Because of you." Qing Huan looked at him like a confused child, "Yin Sunu's chance comes from you, otherwise her soul will be at the bottom of the Forgotten River. When will it turn into mud? Time to be relieved, because she will never let go."

The young man still didn't understand, because his brain was still blank.

Qinghuan smiled, but didn't return his memory to him. It's better not to remember some things. "In every world, you can appear next to her as a pipa, don't you really think that this is a reward for her to complete the task?"

As she said, she let go of her finger to let the butterfly fly away, "Since then, the concept of time and space has disappeared from the bridge, but the bridge will live forever with me. Therefore, any time can happen here."

But she didn't give too much explanation. Instead, she asked the youth: "What are you going to do next? Ask your own heart."

Does he really want to destroy this world? The young man didn't know, he looked at Qing Huan blankly, and for a moment he didn't know what he meant for his existence. In the end, the dead bones wrapped in this beautiful and beautiful dress in his arms seemed so heavy that he was nostalgic. "...Can she come back?"

"You know the answer." Qing Huan raised her eyebrows slightly, "What should disappear has disappeared. No one has privileges, and no one can make exceptions."

The young man slowly picked up the dry bones, and his black eyes spread throughout his eye sockets. He seemed to want to cry, but he didn't cry. The black air on his body faded a little bit, as if he was thinking of something, and he seemed to have given up something.

When he came out of Wangchuan, he did a lot of killings just now, and he expected his fate, but if Yin Sunu did not exist in this world, he felt that it would be meaningless to live.

So in front of Qing Huan, he made a whining sound, then turned into black air and dispersed, and finally left the ground with a yellowed human bone.

Qing Huan sighed and wrapped the two sets of bones in the imperial concubine's dress, and brushed it lightly. Wherever the fingertips went, the human bones merged into one, turning into a white-boned pipa, while the imperial concubine's court clothes became the pipa The golden pattern, little by little, goes deep into the bones.

Yin Sunu’s pipa was thrown by herself. This is her determination to let go of the past. And this pipa is so beautiful and moving, it’s not a pity to break it, so Qinghuan used the bones of the young to make it up. After that, they are two ghosts. Then flesh and blood will be entangled forever, never separated.

For Yin Sunuv, the young man turned into a ghost and came to her.

Yin Sunu put aside the past for the youth, turning all love and hatred into sighs and sorrows, and set him free.

Even if the soul is annihilated, life disappears, even if the word is never spoken, buried deep in the soul, the clearest and cleanest thing still exists.

This is the reason why people are human and why they can be favored by God.

Qinghuan hugged Pipa, and finally took a look at the world that was no longer devastated. After the emperor died and died, the ministers would naturally choose a suitable grandson to inherit the throne, and Yin Sunu’s son, the poor little fellow who should never die, would also be possessed by the child who would inherit the throne in the future, and should belong to him. Yes, going around, it will still belong to him.

However, Mo Ze on the bridge rushed over and hugged her thigh at the first glance when he saw Qing Huan. Qing Huan looked down at him and felt that he seemed to have gained a lot. Fat, the whole person looks like a meat ball. I feel... I don't miss her very much.

"Master! You are back! I miss you so much!"

Not only Mo Ze, but Ji Guang and Xiao Hei have been walking around Qing Huan to trip her legs. Qing Huan sighed and sat down, grabbing her arms with one hand. Fortunately, she is not a mortal. Fortunately, each of them is a small one, otherwise her leg would be broken. Then she sent out a cross-examination from the soul: "Long time no see, but why are you all fat?"

One by one, they are heavy, and the little days are going well.

Mo Ze coughed twice and pleased: "I miss my master so much..." When I think about the master, I can't help but eat something to ease my missing mood... and not only did he eat it alone, but Ji Guang Xiaohei also ate a lot. Too!

Let's get fat together!

Ji Guang licked Qing Huan's hand. Although he was a little fatter, his movements were still flexible. He quickly climbed to Qing Huan's shoulders, licked her fingers again, and screamed softly. Qinghuan rubbed its little furry head, scratched Xiao Hei's chin, and asked Mo Ze, "Is it good to do the task I gave you?"

The voice was gentle and gentle, which was her usual tone, but Mo Ze didn't dare to act like a baby anymore for a moment. He became serious and nodded his head: "I tried my best!"

He did his best, he tried his best to save those who could be saved, and he tried his best to do his best when he couldn't. After listening to Qinghuai, he squeezed his soft face: "Very good."

She has never been stingy with the language of praise, especially Mo Ze did a good job.

After receiving the compliment, Mo Ze chuckled, and then curiously asked: "Master, where have you been?" In fact, at first he didn't know the master came back, until the Naihe Bridge changed... Although the time of the previous Naihe Bridge was slow, it was still It is limited by time, but now, there is no more time on the Naihe Bridge.

It is not that time stops, but that there is no "time", so everything is impossible.

Qing Huan chuckled, "Forgot to say, I will introduce you a new friend."

As she said, she slowly spread her palms, and a faint black light inhabited there. If you look closely, you will find that the black light is trembling slowly, and it seems to be alive.

"this is……"

She poked the little black group, and the little black group made a soft murmur, which looked particularly cute, "This is a group of remnant souls. You need to raise it slowly. When it grows up, you will know it. What it looks like."

"Is the master leaving this time for it?" Mo Ze pouted, feeling that he was suddenly not favored.

"This is natural." Qing Huan raised her eyebrows, "Don't look at it so small, but its obsession is as deep as thousands of ghosts." That's why she went this trip in person, just to Bring it back.

Mo Ze tilted his head, and even Ji Guang and Xiao Hei made the same tilted head expressions, not cute, Qing Huan couldn't hold back, and looked at the peaceful homing banner, "Let's do it, there is still time, anyway, I'm not in a hurry until the next ghost arrives, so I will tell you a story."

Then he put the little black ball on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

Since there is no time, it does not matter whether it is early or late.

"Wait!"

Mo Ze's sudden utterance drew four dissatisfied gazes from Ji Guang Xiaohei, but he didn't care. Instead, he grabbed a finger of Qing Huan and asked: "I don't understand, why did the last ghost give up destroying that world?"

Qinghuan smiled: "Naturally because his wish has been fulfilled and his obsession has disappeared."

If there is nothing left for me, I will go back with my beloved one.

The world’s sadness is nothing but ignorance. One cannot remember and the other has not been experienced by the riverside of Wangchuan for thousands of years. Only when Yin Sunu leaves Wangchuan and returns to the world, crossing the distance between time and space, can we have the first time. Only when you meet, you can't forget the later.

It's just that in the end, those who have experienced it choose to disappear. Waiting for thousands of years in Wangchuanhe, the person who wants is around but the person who doesn't know forgot what love is, just remember to find a female liar.

"At that time, he had a personal name."

Called.

Lan Shenxue.