Born short-lived

Jiang Huaibi walked in a hurry, as soon as the Fengchan ceremony was over, he fell to the ground before he stepped off the altar.The Jiang people who were guarding under the altar hurriedly rushed up to help him up, turned over and saw that there was almost no trace of blood, as if all the blood in his body had been drained, and even his breath was weak You can't even tell without trying.

The queen moved the entire Imperial Medical Office here, and used all the rare medicines and medicinal materials that could be found in the palace, and spent a thrilling night, almost robbing people from the king of hell at the gate of hell.

However, the facts once again proved that man can surely overcome the sky, a gossamer-like gas hangs all night, and it still breaks at the dawn of the next day.

Another generation of Jiang clan priests was exhausted.

When Jiang Huai Bi died, Jiang Huai Kong was on his way to the capital, but Jiang Huai Lan didn't even know where he was.

And because Jiang Huaibi never opened his eyes, he couldn't leave a word before he died.

That night Dong Sheng was also in the Jiang Clan's compound, even though Jiang Huai Bi didn't say anything, but the appearance of the lamp withered, was deeply imprinted in his eyes like a knife and a fire, and he couldn't get rid of it .

She was so thin that she was out of shape, and she didn't feel it was so obvious when she was still a little bit energetic, but now she is lying on the couch unconsciously, it's like a thin layer of skin and flesh wrapping her body. The bones were scattered and sunk in the not-so-thick cotton wool.

In fact, Jiang Huaibi is not very old, he will be about [-] when he is dead, but he already has a lot of white hair on his head, and it is as dry as a handful of straw stained with lime.She was so skinny, her chin was so sharp that it looked disgusting, her lips were so white that she turned blue, and her eye sockets were sunken deeply, deep blue, but the eye sockets were red and red.

Dong Sheng couldn't help thinking that he had seen it in history books, and the description of Dong Min's death was almost the same.

And he himself will one day be so ill and torn apart.

What made his heart chill even more was that when Jiang Huaibi was about to die, none of the closest people were by his side.

He didn't know if Jianghuaibi would feel the powerless sadness if he knew it.

Walking alone on the road to Huangquan, looking back, it is a vast expanse, and I don't know where to put my eyes, there is nothingness everywhere, and nothing to support.

He didn't think about these things in the past, because Zeng Fenglei, Zhou Haiping, and Zhou Yang were still there at that time, and there were many friends who were mischievous and mischievous since they were young... But what about now?Zhou Yang died young, Zhou Haiping left, Zeng Fenglei was gone, and those former friends died and scattered.Only in the end did he realize that life and death were not something he could avoid because of his short life. What he never imagined back then was that those people he regarded as his closest relatives had shorter lives than him, and in the end only Zhou Zirong was left for him.

It is also the person he puts most on the tip of his heart and cannot live without.

The friendship between him and Zhou Zirong, who was purely a dead brother before, actually made him feel more at ease, because now Zhou Zirong gave him too much, which made him so happy that he almost began to doubt the truth, and made him so happy that he began to be afraid, to start Anxious... He was afraid of the day when he had to say goodbye, and he was even more afraid that Zhou Zirong would be like those people before, leaving him alone.

If he had never tasted that kind of emotion, never had that kind of longing for long-term fantasy, maybe he would not have been in such pain, it is like throwing a person who has finally found a home, and then thrown out of his home , first let him know what is dependent, what is steadfast, what is warm, and then throw him into a dark and cold abyss where no one can see his fingers.

He understood that kind of helplessness, and for a moment he even thought, fortunately, Jiang Huaibi was not awake when he was dying, so he would not have the kind of pain spreading all over his limbs, and he could walk more briskly.

The moment Jiang Huaibi died, everyone held their breath, followed by cries one after another, filling the whole room as if they were besieged from all sides.

Familiar and unfamiliar, they all cried to the death, as if mourning a concubine.

Dong Sheng still had some kind of friendship with Jiang Huai Bi, but he couldn't cry at all. He silently stared at Jiang Huai Bi's corpse wrapped in silk brocade bedding for a long time, and said with emotion in his heart:

Don't rush on the road, maybe it won't be long before I come down to accompany you.

It was dusk when Dong Sheng walked out of the Jiang Clan compound, it was almost the beginning of autumn, and the wind in the evening was a bit chilly, Dong Sheng's head suddenly sank as he walked, his eyes darkened, and he almost stood up straight Fortunately, a gust of cold wind blew him up just in time, and Dong Sheng staggered a few steps before his eyes came back clear.

But after that, there were bursts of headaches.

And this symptom was all too familiar to him.

Only this time, for the first time, he was a little flustered because of the emptiness.

At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind - he wanted to see Zhou Zirong.

As soon as his impulse came up, he couldn't wait for a minute or a second. He wanted Zhou Zirong to appear in front of his eyes immediately, and then hug him tightly, strangling him so much that it hurts, the more pain the better.

The attendants beside him saw that his face was not right, and they wanted to help but dared not, so they followed behind him tremblingly, watching him return to the East Palace with a dazed expression.

When he went back to look, he saw a familiar figure sitting at the table, wiping the long bronze sword in his hand with a serious face.

——It is rebirth.

When the two people's eyes met, they were stunned for a moment. After almost a month of training in the past life, they were finally able to transform again. Only then did Dong Sheng understand why he suddenly fainted on the road just now.

It's just that they met so unexpectedly that they didn't know what to say, and the movement of wiping the sword froze, and felt a bit of embarrassment inexplicably.

So in the end, he opened his mouth tentatively and asked dryly, "...what's wrong?"

Dong Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth and gave a bitter smile, waved his hand to let the attendant go out first, and then walked slowly towards the table after the door was closed, saying in a low voice, "I'll tell you slowly..."

His complexion was extremely bad, and he was a little slow even when he sat down. He frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He put down the sword in his hand, then picked up the quilt on the table and poured Dong Sheng a cup of tea: " It’s not too cold, it’s warm, let’s make do with it.”

Dong Sheng didn't pay much attention to it, he took it and drank it like pouring white water. After taking a breath, his face recovered some blood. After thinking about it, he asked, "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

"I'm fine," said Wang Sheng, "I heard from the servants in the East Palace that something happened to the Jiang clan in the morning, so I came out to have a look."

Dong Sheng sneered, and said, "These slaves are quite talkative."

"I heard that Jiang Huailan is missing."

"..." The smile on Dong Sheng's face gradually sank, "Yes, as for what happened a few days ago, God knows where he went, hey, these are all big and big people..."

He couldn't continue talking later, and his face turned gloomy.

Jiang Huailan's disappearance at this time is by no means a small matter for her alone.

Originally, everyone tacitly agreed that Jiang Huailan would be the next sacrificial priest, but now he was about to kick the door, but the person disappeared, and he didn't even say hello. What kind of tricks did Jiang Kun play when he was Dong Sheng? Knowing that Dong Sheng is also at a loss.

Looking at Dong Sheng in the past life, there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes. In fact, what made him feel heavy was not only the sudden death of the high priest but also the disappearance of Jiang Huai Lan... After Dong Sheng set off from Beijiang, most of the time Wearing him with me, although I couldn't transform into a form during my past life, my consciousness was ups and downs, and I knew a general idea of ​​recent events.

So it was a coincidence that Dongsheng stayed in Beizhao Wangfu for those few nights, and the past life happened to be there, and he put it next to Dongsheng's pillow, but Dongsheng thought he was unconscious, but he didn't know that he heard every word from the beginning to the end. .

It was embarrassment and embarrassment at the same time, those words and hoarse groans that tormented the listener's sanity were all branded in the past life's mind, burning him in a daze.At this time, Xiangsheng thought of those things again, and suddenly hesitated to speak, and his expression became even weirder.

It's just that maybe he looks more gloomy in general, so that weirdness becomes less noticeable.

He glanced at Dong Sheng cautiously, and seeing that Dong Sheng had stopped talking, he lowered his head numbly again, wiping his sword in a daze.

He couldn't help but think of thousands of years ago.

——Hei Ling really does not follow the usual path as always.

[The author has something to say: That's right, Rong Sheng's h passed away and listened to the whole scene up close.

Come, let's estimate the psychological shadow area of ​​the deceased comrades.

Rebirth: What should I do if I accidentally broke the secret between the master and the man, wait online, urgent. 】