I Became an Anonymous Boss

Chapter 310 IX Jiang Chengzi

The night was coming to an end, and in the mountain temple, the panda looked at Madam Lan's remnant soul, and he touched the top of his head: "If you go, you will never come back, and if you come back, you will be reincarnated, so there is really nothing else to say? "

Mrs. Lan hesitated to speak, but finally smiled lightly: "No, I've said everything I wanted to say, and I'm reluctant to leave."

She looked back at Lan Xiangxue, and smiled softly: "My daughter has grown up, but my husband is still waiting for me."

Lan Xiangxue stood quietly, not approaching, but the fingertips in her sleeves were trembling.

Naturally, she didn't want to say goodbye, and finally saw her departed relatives, felt the affection, the sense of dependence connected by blood, she couldn't bear to let go.

But she also understands that her mother needs to reincarnate, and staying in this world for a long time is not good for her. The remnant soul has no resentment, no obsession, and it is time to leave.

All the reluctance turned into a forced smile, and Lan Xiangxue tried her best to maintain her emotional stability.

Mrs. Lan gently hugged her daughter. Although she couldn't touch her, she could feel her reluctance and love.

After a long time, Mrs. Lan let go of her hand until the first ray of sunlight shone on her body.

She said softly, "Xue'er...see you in the next life."

The woman smiled, looked away, and stepped into the golden light drawn by the mountain temple.

The shadow of the remnant soul goes away to the Netherland.

Lan Xiangxue stretched out her hand, subconsciously took a step forward, as if she wanted to chase after the distant afterimage, and finally felt a void with her fingertips.

A blue butterfly passed through her palm, quietly drifting away, into the shade of the mountains.

The girl stared at this scene speechlessly.

Shirataki remembered a poem.

——Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, never forgetting, lonely graves thousands of miles away, no place to talk, desolate, even if you meet and don't know each other, your face is covered with dust, and your temples are like frost.

——Yelai Youmeng suddenly returned home, Xiaoxuan window, was dressing up, looking at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.It is expected that the place where the heart is broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Su Shi's famous works handed down from generation to generation may have inappropriate words, but this feeling of longing is also the affection between family members.

Lan Xiangxue squatted down slowly, sat on the steps in front of the mountain temple, hugged her knees, buried her head, and wept silently.

Shirataki also sat down, he didn't know what to comfort, he could only think of a cold joke at this time.

…There was a person who made fireworks from the ashes of his relatives according to the will, and then lit them and released them. That person hoped that when he died, he would be as bright as fireworks. It should have been a touching scene, until when the fireworks bloomed, there was a friend beside Just said a word - Nima exploded.

He didn't dare to say this cold joke, for fear of being beaten, no matter how good-tempered Lan Xiangxue was, she couldn't hold it back.

Bai Taki didn't know how to comfort others, so he could only sit silently by the side, humming a nursery rhyme slowly.

He was humming a song, Lan Xiangxue lowered her head, raised her face slightly, her eyes were flushed.

She also hummed along, her voice hoarse and crying, singing over and over again.

After a long time, she leaned on Shirataki's shoulder and fell into a deep sleep with sadness and exhaustion.

……

Putting Lan Xiangxue on the bed and covering her with a quilt, Bai Taki walked out of the room.

Xiuyu asked—is she all right?

Bai Taki shook his head: "I need some time to rest, it's okay, it's good to have cried, I'm afraid she won't be able to cry, and the wound will bleed in her heart."

Xiuyu nodded understandingly—wait for her to recover.

Shirataki said: "I happen to have to go out for a day, let's talk about it after she recovers."

He stretched himself, and didn't feel that everything was finally over until he saw the sunshine at this moment.

But is it really over?

Shirataki remembered what Mrs. Lan had said.

"...Fanyue Valley is a sacred place for martial arts, but it is not a place of kindness..."

"...Zhen Guo's lineage is related to the Great Qin imperial family, and there are too many secrets in it..."

"...The bloodline is the source of the town's lineage, so it must not be allowed to flow out..."

"...You guessed right, I escaped, and Fanyue Valley will never allow any woman from the Zhen Guo lineage to marry..."

"...I thought I had caused the disaster, but it wasn't. This made me feel relieved, but I also knew that I couldn't hide it for too long..."

"...Since Fanyue Valley has found you, there is no way to escape, but I don't want to leave this burden to Xue'er..."

"...Bai Gongzi, please promise me to protect Xue'er..."

"...and, please remember one thing..."

"...Beware of Zhen Guo Princess!"

Mrs. Lan has no reason to lie to Bai Taki and Lan Xiangxue. She left a sentence at the end, "Beware of Princess Zhenguo", which caused Bai Taki to have some confusion and doubts. Although it did not shake his trust, it undoubtedly had some doubts. .

It's not that Bai Taki didn't ask Xiuyu about Fanyue Valley on the way, but she never mentioned a word, as long as Xiuyu kept a stern face and said nothing, he couldn't see too much information.

Xiuyu cast her gaze—what's the matter, staring at me?

"I was thinking about which topic would be suitable for you." Bai Taki said flatly.

Xiuyu's little face was bitter - just be a human being!

Bai Taki laughed it off, if every Zhen Guo princess was like her, there would be nothing to be afraid of.

He suddenly remembered this question: "Speaking of which, how many princesses are there?"

Xiuyu raised two fingers.

Bai Taki raised his eyebrows and said, "Only two?"

--At once?

Xiuyu snorted, she wrote with her fingers.

——Princess Zhenguo was selected not by blood relationship, but by talent and blood concentration, and they were all cultivated since childhood.

——People are selected from the age of seven, and a group is eliminated every year. At first, there may be a hundred people. In the end, after the age of 17, there are only a few people who can obtain the title of Zhenguo Princess.

Shirataki asked again: "The 20-year generation cultivated, no... even considering the situation of late marriage and late childbearing, it is impossible to count it as a 30-year generation, so there are so few people? Just two, what about the previous generation?"

Xiuyu replied - died in battle.

Shirataki was stunned, is this world so dangerous?They were all killed in battle at the Heavenly King Realm, what kind of demons and ghosts were they fighting?

Embroidered jade resting on her cheeks—Daidai Zhenguo princesses have always had a high death rate in battle, with an average age of less than 50 years old.

Shirataki was even more puzzled.

Xiuyu didn't want to explain too clearly about this, but just patted the dust on her skirt and walked back to the room - I went to sleep to recover my true energy.

"Wait first." Bai Taki stopped her.

Xiuyu turned around, and the new house turned back at 45 degrees—what's the matter?

"I've changed my mind." Shirataki said, "When I come back, I'll go to the imperial capital first."

Xiuyu paused for a moment and asked - don't you want to see that person?

"I really don't want to see him." Bai Taki crossed his arms and said, "But there is something to do."

Xiuyu asked - what's the matter?

Shirataki smiled brightly and brightly, but what he said was chilling.

"I'm going to... kill someone."

……

The capital of the Great Qin Empire, the top of a building with carved railings and painted buildings.

The famous figure with snowy hair like a waterfall stands, overlooking the scenery in the imperial capital, his eyes are far away.

He climbed up and looked far away, leaning on the railing, and at the end of his line of sight was a flock of birds, and among the birds was someone walking with a sword.

Looking back to the direction of the majestic palace, the purple air is ups and downs, and the prosperous age of thousands of years.

The young man whispered: "It's really an eyesore..."

I don't know if it is the scenery of this prosperous age, or the sword fairy who controls the sword, or the Daqin Imperial Palace, which is full of purple energy.

He lowered his head and dropped the empty wine glass in his hand: "With no one to accompany you, drinking is no fun. This Moutai really doesn't taste good at all."

……

At the same time, a carriage was driving on the street and slowly parked on the side of the street.

A familiar little head poked out, and Xiao Taohong got off the carriage: "Miss, we're here."

Qianying stepped out of the carriage, and Yan Qixia had already arrived at the capital of the Great Qin Emperor.

Tao Hong said happily: "Young master should not have arrived yet, you should go get ready first..."

The corners of Yan Qixia's lips raised, revealing an intoxicating smile: "Of course we have to prepare, and we have to prepare well..."

The smile concealed the cold killing intent deep in the eyes——Yan Yunyan, I'm here, where are you?

……

On a boat, there is a woman in a white dress, holding an umbrella to block the sun.

Long hair shawl, red bracelets shining.

The devil's saint, Beiming Qingqiu.

At this time, she had already left Tianfu State and went down the river, holding a letter in her hand, which read.

——In the imperial capital of the Great Qin Dynasty, the magic gate has changed; the evil star is approaching, and the stars in the sky are shaking!

Chapter 320 Return, Lottery

poof...

Shirataki plunged his head into the quilt.

There is nothing better than sinking your head into your own bed after a long day of hard work outside.