Ghost Emperor Scavenger God

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Yuelao thought that after 8 years, he should have forgotten these past events!But it turns out that just a fire can make you feel that heart-piercing feeling again.

Some things are not forgotten, but not mentioned again.

Sometimes, even constant hope, permanent amnesia, is good.

But how can there be so many wishful thinking, whether everything is backfired, and they have to go on the road.

Zhili stuffed the ball of thread into Dunxi's hand, and said with a smile: "Hey, I really have to live on!" He patted the dust on his buttocks, started to tidy up the messy moon palace, and by the way searched the villain Junshang everywhere. The other people's swords and so on were packed in a shabby sack, and the red thread flew out and wrapped around the mouth of the bag a few times, using a trick to stuff all the so-called treasures that were garbage in Yuelao's eyes. Go to the side hall of the Temple of the Sky!

...Dunxi was optimistic about Yuelao who had finally pulled himself together, silently picked up the broom, and helped Yuelao clean up in a decent manner.

It's not that the pain is gone this month, it's just that I have to live...to live...

But—the person who set the fire had no desire to live, and his whole body was lifeless.

If Yuelao saw it at this time, he must be grabbing Jiuling by the collar, wishing he could strangle him to death!There will definitely be a meal of curses regardless of superiority or inferiority: "Fuck your grandma, I have lost my Yuelao Temple, my merits are gone, and I have become a short-lived ghost. Who are you here to show me that I am half dead! "

But... Wuyi is not Yuelao...and she doesn't have the courage to blame such Jiuling.

If you talk about how to measure love to the extreme is in Jiu Ling's place, it may be that he will never let go, even if both sides are hurt, he has to make a hole in Wu Yi's heart and his body, because it is painful to remember.

But Wuyi is a guardian, an eternal guardian.I will never express this extreme love, let alone keep it.

Jiu Ling sat there from morning to night and from night to morning, torturing himself for seven days and six nights, and draining Wu Yi's heart.

Wuyi has been preparing meals for Jiu Ling on time, six nights and three meals for seven days, from waiting for Jiu Ling to open his mouth to say the outcome of a trial, to taking a step back, begging that maybe he can stay by Jiu Ling's side by pretending to be crazy.

I originally thought that I would have an opportunity by waiting by my side, but it turned out that the opportunity came, but I still couldn't grasp it, so I took a step back and let go to protect it.

Sitting on the bed, Jiu Ling looked downcastly at Wuyi who was stirring the warm porridge in the kitchen with his unshaven eyes, and said in an ethereal voice, "I'm going to find Qiu Yuebai."

Wuyi didn't turn around, turned her back and stopped her hands and feet, pretending that she didn't hear what Jiu Ling said, and continued to stir the porridge in the bowl that was about to be cooled.

The voice behind Wuyi gradually became clearer, and Jiu Ling said word by word: "Wuyi, I'm going to find Qiu Yuebai."

Wuyi closed her eyes tightly, there are some things that should come back, she nodded without turning her head, her voice trembled imperceptibly, and said: "Okay."

Breathing became difficult, and the air seemed to freeze.

The sounds of arranging clothes, the sound of opening and closing the door, and the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away came from behind, all like barriers, separating the distance between the two of them.

Wuyi turned around and looked at the empty room, the closed door, and slowly took back the steps she took out.I hinted to myself: "Catch up, catch up! There is still a chance!" But the limbs have subconsciously withdrawn their feet.

The desperate impulse of that night, isn't this ending enough?I don't have the courage to do it again!It turned out that he was so vulnerable.

Wuyi stopped and stayed where she was, the porridge in her hand became icy cold, the cold feeling from her palm froze the feeling of her heart, and she couldn't even feel the beating.After the ghost flower melted away, I didn't feel my heart was so cold.

Wuyi tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, and in the huge empty room, wiped off the remaining breath of herself in the room with a rag, squatted on the ground, and cleaned the floor bit by bit.Tears flowed across the corners of his mouth and flowed into his mouth, bitterness continued to hit.Wuyi changed the bed decorations to a brand new one, and tidied up the house as if there was only one person left, a pair of chopsticks, a bowl, a pair of straw sandals, a veiled hat to protect against wind, rain and snow, and a narrow bed... …

The fingerprints are hidden in the wide sleeves, even though no one cares anymore, they are still hidden.His hands were so worn that he couldn't see clearly, and he tried his best to scrub every corner of the room, and at some point, those slender and white hands were scratched and formed blood scabs in the cold night.

Wuyi looked at such a room, closed the door, turned around and left without saying a word.

Riding a donkey in the wind and snow, the golden fan-shaped bells around his waist rang again in the wind and snow, Wuyi swayed on the donkey, Wuyi stretched out his scarred hand, the snow in his palm melted into a A vortex of snow water dangled in the palm of her hand, Wuyi saw her own eyes in the snow water, it turned out that it was a lie to lie to herself that she didn't care, she was just deceiving herself!

Wuyi, who was jolted by the donkey all the way back to the ghost world, didn't remember how she walked this way, nor how she fell asleep in the Moon Tower.

Upon waking up, Wuyi looked at the carved bamboo screen of Moon Tower, got up and walked towards the door.

Binggu came with a meal, just bumped into Wuyi, and asked in a cold tone, "Where are you going?"

Wuyi asked another sentence, smiled but lost her composure: "How many days have I been here?"

"It's only been three days, where are you going?" Binggu freed one hand, clamped the dinner plate with his body with one hand, and grabbed Wuyi's arm with the other hand and asked with mixed joy and sorrow.

Wu Yi pretended to be relaxed and pretended to be nonchalant: "Go for a walk."

"Where are you going?" Binggu asked again.

"Wake up and dream." Wu Yi said to Bing Gu, turning her head and passing by.

Binggu hesitantly lowered his head to look at the sumptuous meal in his hand, and said in a voice when Wuyi walked by, "Today, he got married."

Wuyi's smiling voice came: "Congratulations."

But on the escalator at the corner of Wangyue Tower, Wuyi, who was silently squatting in the corner, was heart-wrenchingly painful.

Wuyi slowly took out the stacked square red hijab from her bosom, the red hijab was stained with her own body temperature, smudged with tears.

This is the only thing Wuyi took away, everything is just a dream!It's time to wake up!But what if I don't want to wake up!But I don't want to wake up so early!Can you give me another chance to sleep a little longer, just a little longer.

——Qiuyue Bai's house——

Jiu Ling held up the wine glass, and staggered towards the guests, drinking wine one by one.

The servants and maids prepare all kinds of dishes and wine, and there are people coming and going in the hall.

Jiu Ling downed the wine with a smile, a figure kept flashing in his mind, who is it?Can not remember!His temples ached.

When I woke up, I only remembered that there were only three words Qiuyuebai in my mind. Now in the warm tent of the wedding room, it was clearly Qiuyuebai who was anxiously waiting for me, but why did I feel that I was not the one in my heart?

He only remembered a blood-colored earring on his left ear, but he couldn't remember his face at all. Jiu Ling was drank glasses of wine by the guests of Hexi, and he was paralyzed by the wine, so he didn't want to think about it.

But the next moment, the full glass of wine spilled from the palm of his hand, moistening his fingers.

Jiu Ling looked at the person who was walking towards him from the main entrance, and there was a blood-colored earring on his left ear, which overlapped with the figure that appeared in his mind in a trance, but soon Jiu Ling shook his head to reject it and said in his heart: "Why is it a man! No, no, I must have made a mistake!"

Wuyi smiled and looked at Jiu Ling who looked at her with a strange face, the smile was deeply embedded in the corner of her mouth, she narrowed her eyes, and hid the tears in her eye sockets.Smiling and congratulating: "Jiu Ling, I wish you a happy marriage for a hundred years! Husband and wife are of one heart and one mind, a happy marriage for a hundred years!"

Another picture rushed into Jiu Ling's mind, how could he be wearing a red hijab in the snowy night!Said: "I have no regrets!" Repeated in my mind like a mantra.

Wuyi didn't notice what was wrong with Jiu Ling, so she handed the congratulatory gift to Jiu Ling with a smile.

Wu Yi thought to herself: Is it because I have committed too many crimes that I let myself experience such pain.Congratulations to the person I love the most, and have a good relationship with her for a hundred years

Jiu Ling didn't accept the congratulatory gift that Wuyi handed over, Wuyi's hands were gathered in the air, looking at Jiu Ling who refused to accept the congratulatory gift, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

But the next moment, all thoughts were lost.

Jiu Ling felt uncomfortable being stared at by Wu Yi's eyes. His mind was already in a mess. Seeing him smiling at him without Yi like this, he felt restless and aching. He said in a nonchalant voice: "I don't have a habit of breaking sleeves, can you stop staring at me!"

Ignoring the inexplicable looks from the guests, Wuyi slowly opened the gift box in her hand, revealing a red hijab inside, and said with a smile: "In this way, you can get married in peace, Jiu Ling! Best wishes! You have been together for a hundred years!"

After speaking, he closed the brocade box and put it in Jiu Ling's palm.

Leave.

Wu Yi felt that every thought of life and death, of sin and evil, of forgiveness and joy, everything fell apart in a single thought... I and Jiu Ling were really broken!

"The place where you got married is my cemetery." Wu Yi turned around and walked out the door in a murmur.

"The person I love has already left that night." Wuyi's every word is self-hypnosis.

"I would like to die at 97, but I will wait for you on the bridge for three years!" Wu Yi persistently cursed herself for the rest of her life for the person she had never married but shared the same bed.

"Hundred Years of Harmony!"

"No complaints, no regrets!" Wu Yi fell headlong at the gate of the Qiu Mansion.