Death Spell

Chapter 86

Anya's expression was slightly startled at first, and then the corners of her beautiful lips curled up: "Is this answer to me?"

Tang Song pursed his lips, staring at this woman who likes to play sloppy eyes: "You... answer the question first."

Anya smiled, "You answer me first, and I will answer you."

Tang Song: "..."

"What if I tell you and you play tricks?" Anya said with a wider smile.

"Do you think I'm you?" Tang Song glanced at her, but wondered if there was something wrong with her words. Could it be as she thought, Anya... Isn't it Anya?

Thinking about the problem, Tang Song's whole mind became complicated. In her opinion, the woman in front of her is so good, how could she like a woman and herself?

'With one heart and one mind, never leave each other. '

These eight characters are so beautiful to the ears of Tang and Song Dynasties, and every word is the expectation of women in this world.

But she heard these words from the mouth of the woman in front of her.

He spoke so earnestly and listened so sincerely.

Looking at the woman in front of her with a smile on her lips, Tang Song just watched and watched, his eyes became hot unconsciously.

As if ever with her.

Enjoy the moon with wine, study medical skills, and practice medicine.

We have traveled many places with each other and saved many people.

Stay in an elegant and chic bamboo house, climb over the bitterly cold snow-capped mountains, there is a hot spring pool full of crabapple flowers, and a big white pear tree with a stone chessboard under the tree.

In spring, when the breeze blows, the white pear petals slowly fall, and two figures under the tree sit quietly on both sides of the chessboard.

The corners of their mouths were all smiling, one holding a black chess piece and the other holding a white chess piece.

Those past memories suddenly appeared in the memory of Tang and Song Dynasty, and it was so clear to see, especially the face, just looking at it became blurred, and the eyes blinked, and the beautiful face flashed across Two lines of tears.

At first, Anya just saw her in a daze, but she shed tears in a blink of an eye, holding Tang Song's face in both hands, and said softly: "Tang Song, what's wrong?"

Tang Song raised his eyebrows and looked at Anya, his eyes were flushed, and his face was at a loss.

When did these pictures happen?

If it was a dream, it would be too real, right?

Dream……

Anya's palm was icy cold, which made Tang Song gradually calm down. Looking at Anya, he wiped away the tears from his eyes without a trace, and said a little funny: "Instead of asking who you are, why not ask myself, who is it?"

The woman's expression was all seen in Anya's eyes. She stared blankly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Sang Xie said that the memories of Tang and Song Dynasties were sealed, but Anya didn't know what kind of seal it was.

Moreover, the memory seal cannot be unsealed at will. If the consciousness is not strong enough, the release of the seal will make the person demented or insane.

Anya didn't dare to think deeply, because the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became.

I always feel that behind Tang Song, there is an invisible black hand controlling her destiny, and this seal must be an ironclad proof.

It's just that Anya can't figure it out, what is the purpose of this seal?

Following Tang Song's words, Anya replied with a smile: "You are you, not anyone."

"Really? I have had a dream since I was a child. The dream is very long. In the dream, all I see are fragments, like a whole puzzle. I only own a few pieces, and I can't see the beginning. I don’t even know the ending.” Tang Song’s eyes shone with a clear and fascinating light, and he continued: “I remember I told you that the dynasties in my dream were Qin Dynasty and Tang Dynasty, so I like these two dynasties, But I didn't finish..."

Anya nodded slightly in response.

"Although I didn't dream about the ending, I knew in my heart...it's not that I don't have it, but I don't want to dream about this ending...I only choose the scenes I like to dream. But every time I wake up, I will be in a trance for a long time. I don’t know why, but there is no one in the dream.” Tang Song slowed down for a long time, and then smiled again: “And I dreamed this dream again in that tomb, this time it was different from the past, I finally... the dream Met someone..."

Anya stared slightly.

"I can't see her appearance, I can only see her back and hear her voice, these... are somewhat similar to you." Tang Song looked at Anya, narrowing his eyes slightly: "But just now, my mind Those pictures reappeared in the video, and this time... I can see that person clearly, it's really... it's you."

Anya: "..."

"But, the person sitting opposite you is not me." Tang Song frowned, and said with some amusement: "That's why I want to ask, who are you? And who am I?"

Anya's long hair let loose on her shoulders, she lowered her head and did not want Tang Song to see her expression, the brilliance in her eyes surged, she was so helpless, sad and unwilling.

Tang Song only felt her head was buzzing, and she even had too many questions that she couldn't figure out clearly. She wanted to ask, but would this person in front of her answer her?

"An Ya, can you answer these questions?" Tang Song looked at Anya and asked with a straightened expression.

It was already dark at this time, and the lights in the room were not turned on, so Tang Song couldn't see what Anya looked like at this time.

Just looking at her with her head down, her shoulders shrugging slightly.

Tang Song watched, then raised his hand to cover her cheek, slightly taken aback.

A transparent liquid as cold as her body temperature passed between her fingers.

……

Tang Song was stunned, and followed Anya's red eyes. He held her cheeks at a loss, and said worriedly: "You... what's the matter? Are you uncomfortable? Don't carry it!"

The woman in front of her didn't respond for a long time, but her body was trembling slightly.

"Anya!"

Tang Song was so worried, suddenly An Ya turned her hand over and hugged her tightly at the same time.

……

She hugged her so tightly that Tang Song couldn't breathe.

At this time, Tang Song only thought about one thing, did Anya get sick again?

Anya had been enduring the torment in her heart all the time. At this moment, she could no longer control herself. Before Tang Song could react, she held the woman's face and kissed it deeply.

……

Tang Song was completely dumbfounded.

The nose is filled with the elegant aroma of pear blossoms, and the lips and teeth are full of the salty sweetness of tears...

She didn't know what happened to Anya, let alone why she was crying?

Because of what I said just now, or is it because she is just like him, that's why she feels the same when she dreams about those things?

Tang Song's mind was in chaos, and he wanted to push her away to ask what happened, but found that he couldn't refuse Anya's closeness in his heart, as if there was a strong desire hidden in his heart.She hoped that Anya would hold her like this forever, even at this moment, she had waited for too long...

Following Anya's light and shallow movements, Tang Song's chin slightly lifted, and he closed his eyes, unable to see anything, only feeling Anya sticking to her neck, kissing her lightly and slowly.

The cold palm ran across Tang Song's back, the butterfly bone, all the way up...Holding the back of her head, fingers inserted into her hair.

Anya kissed very slowly, slowly caressing Tang Song's neck like dripping water, and then to her ear, loving her like a treasure, pampering her.

Tang Song's breathing became more and more difficult, and he suddenly opened his eyes, forcefully pulled back the senses that were about to be lost, and restrained himself in a low voice: "You want to deny it again..."

After hearing these words, Anya, especially the last word "Lai" with a slight trembling sound, her breathing suddenly stagnated, and the kissing movement also stopped.

"You are always like this..." Tang Song's breathing gradually became tight, but she was always reserved, trying to suppress it, and said calmly: "Just listen to me and don't answer, so I can only think wildly, how... how to concentrate ?”

Anya pursed her lips, took a deep breath to adjust the unsmooth breath, put her head on Tang Song's shoulder, raised her hand to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and said lightly: "There are too many things, I don't know how to answer you, I have to Let’s talk about why, it’s fate.”

Tang Song: "..."

"However, in my opinion, there is no destiny in this world. 'Fate' is just a word for beautification of cause and effect. If the cause and effect are not good, it is another word 'evil'." Anya straightened up, looked at Tang Song, and brushed Tang Song's hand with her palm. The strands of hair flowed down her arm, took her hand and held it in her hand, "It's not that I want to deny it. It's just... I don't know how to tell you. If I say it, the cause and effect between you and me have already been set , are you trustworthy?"

Seeing her seriousness, Tang Song was a little surprised and said, "You mean... those dreams of mine weren't dreams, they really happened?"

Anya looked at her, and finally nodded without denying it, but her eyes were filled with halo.

"Then why your appearance hasn't changed at all, and I..." Tang Song said, but noticed Anya's expression, and was startled.

An answer that she couldn't even think of appeared in her mind, and that was her previous life, not Anya.

Tang Song's heart was full of ups and downs, all mixed together: "You... have been waiting for me?"

Anya heard Tang Song's implication, looked at her helpless and worried expression, and nodded her head without denying it.

Tang Song: "..."

Anya: "But are you afraid of me?"

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid, but Tang and Song couldn't imagine this fact.

If the dream was real, how long did the woman in front of her live?

Did it start from the Qin Dynasty, or the Tang Dynasty... or earlier?

It seems to have unraveled the layers of fog that Tang and Song Dynasties could not see through.No wonder she knows so many histories that are not in textbooks. It turns out that all of these are personal experiences, not the helplessness of "this is fate" revealed in her eyes. It is not that she is ruthless, but that she has already seen through the world , reincarnation.

Just thinking about it, Tang Song laughed at himself, how could she deserve to be with such a person?

Thinking of this, Tang Song raised his eyebrows to look at her, and asked again: "Then who am I? You know me, so you treat me like this?"

Every time she experienced life and death, she would appear in time, and the loss in her eyes was restored, so it was because of these.But now that I think about it, Tang Song somehow felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, suppressing himself bit by bit.

Anya shook her head, and said softly: "I didn't realize it when I saw you for the first time... It was your handprint that made me suspicious, and it was your blood that confirmed it."

Speaking of this, Anya's eyes were very complicated.

"Zombie, host..." These four words suddenly appeared in Tang Song's mind, especially the host, she learned from the conversation between a man and a woman in the dream.

And that sick woman is the one who played chess with Anya.

Is it my previous life?

how can that be!

But if the woman in front of me really lived that long, what is impossible?

But he remembered the ending of that dream, the trembling back of the woman in Tsing Yi.

Yes, she died...

Anya paused slightly, and looked at Tang Song. How could she know these two words?

Just about to ask, Tang Song suddenly broke free from her hand.His expression also became very pale, and he took several steps back, leaning against the back of the sofa.

Tang Song's movements were a little uncoordinated, but she didn't care about these things, because the more she thought about those things, the more uncomfortable she felt.

"Tang Song?" Anya leaned over and asked concerned: "What's wrong with you? How do you know the host, who told you?"

"I didn't do anything, and no one told me. Someone told her in the dream." Tang Song's tone was very light, and he didn't look at Anya, and suddenly sneered: "The person you want to focus on is her, not it's me."

Anya's dark eyes dimmed.