domestic hell grinder

The person in front of him is five points similar to himself, the red eyes that were originally scary have returned to brown pupils, and the fangs have completely disappeared, but the appearance is still pale and fragile, looking crumbling.

"Brother," Yue Ye walked down the stairs slowly, struggling with every step, "Have I slept for a long time? I'm so tired."

Yue Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly: "I don't remember anything, do I?"

Yue Ye shook his head: "I remember sleeping for a long time and having nightmares."

"Very good." A slight smile appeared on Yue Ling's face, "It's fine if you don't remember."

Seeing his elder brother's eyes drifting towards the gate, Yue Ye frowned and said, "Where are you going? Don't go."

"Xiao Ye, be obedient, I will be back, but I have to pick up someone now."

"I almost can't remember who your friends are." Yue Ye lowered his eyes and thought for a while, "No, you don't have any particularly close friends, who are you going to pick up?"

"Now." Yue Ling said subconsciously.

"You'll be back, right? If not, I'm going too."

"You can not."

"Brother, you look so ugly." Yue Ye frowned.

A strong sense of uneasiness had been in Yue Ling's heart for a long time, and he said patiently, "If you are willing to stay here and wait for me to come back, I will also be very sad."

"then you go."

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Yin Zhao was waiting for Yue Ling to come over.Since he said that he will always pay attention to the movement of the underworld, he must know that his current situation is extremely embarrassing.Almost everyone was urging him to go to Samsara Dao as soon as possible, so as not to miss the time and cause irreparable losses.

Only he himself is still procrastinating.If such a thing happened earlier, Yin Zhao would be ecstatic, but now... reincarnation?Not suitable not suitable.

He would have his life again, but Yue Ling was still alone, for a long, long time.

With his temperament, he is used to rejecting people for thousands of miles, and there is no one except me who clings to him.Yin Zhao sighed heavily.

"Hey," Siyuan patted his forehead vigorously, "Reincarnation is a major event in life, why did you suddenly lose the chain? Hurry up."

Yin Zhao: "Does Yue Ling know about this?"

"Little brother, even if he knows you must go to reincarnation, now you are no longer a guilty ghost, I'm not bluffing you, if you really stay in the underworld, be careful that you won't even be able to reincarnate." Siyuan's tone Very anxious.

Yin Zhao suddenly felt a little cold, he clasped his hands and stroked his arms: "Siyuan, are you really unable to go out? See if something happened to Yue Ling, he said he would come to me at the right time .”

"What's the use of finding it?" Siyuan said earnestly, "If you don't see it, you still have to forget everything."

Yin Zhao bit his lips so bloodshot, he hesitated for a moment: "You mean Yue Ling is too lazy to come to see me? He will forget it anyway."

"I...you..." Siyuan was at a loss for words for a while, but Yin Zhao couldn't calm down, so Siyuan could only throw down harsh words to force him, "Yeah, Yue Ling was pitiful before." You are ill-fated, so you are taken care of everywhere, but after you reincarnated, you two are complete strangers, and it will take you another 20 years to grow into what you are now, Yue Ling has already forgotten you, okay?"

Yin Zhao stared at Siyuan silently, the light in his dark eyes was gone, but the reddish tip of his eyes was particularly eye-catching.

"Okay, I'm going to reincarnation now."

When Yue Ling came out, Li Li was already waiting in front of the villa: "My lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Yue Ling didn't stop: "What's wrong with him?"

When Li Li told the story in all detail, Yue Ling's eyes were only stained with a heavy shadow.

"Is Yin Zhao willing?"

"I don't want to," Li Li said decisively, "He has been dawdling, as if he was waiting for something, I guess he was waiting for you, my lord."

"He will wait for me. I said I would bring him back." There was a moment of tenderness in Yue Ling's eyes.

Li Li: "My lord, don't blame me for talking too much. I think Yin Zhao is different from other ghosts. He doesn't seem to be looking forward to reincarnation at all. He always thinks about how to escape and return to your lord. He came to ask me how to escape. After going out of the underworld, I also stopped him when he insisted on going down to the Bi'an River to change the seal, but he said that only by taking a gamble can he have a chance."

Every time Li Li's voice came into his ears, Yue Ling felt that something that had been hidden in his heart for a long time seemed to be crushed little by little, which made him sting unceasingly.

"I'll bring him back."

Li Li looked in surprise at the expression of Yue Ling, who had always been calm... He was clearly paranoid.

Before Siyuan turned around, he felt the coldness of the person behind him. He shook and stopped him quickly: "Yue Ling, what are you doing? If you go any further, you will be on the way of reincarnation."

Seeing that Yue Ling didn't give up on moving forward, Siyuan became even more anxious: "He's already gone in! Yue Ling, can you stop being self-willed? You're going to die."

Yue Ling stopped suddenly, and Siyuan thought his sanity had returned, so he breathed a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly, what Yue Ling said the next moment made him sweat again and again.

"Siyuan, help me stop the judge, and take it as my return gift for helping you get reinstated."

"Yue Ling, you—" Siyuan was extremely helpless, "Forget it, let me stop him for you."

"Crazy, crazy." Looking at Yue Ling's figure, Siyuan murmured in a complicated tone.

If you talk about what it feels like to step into the path of reincarnation, then Yin Zhao can only say that you don't feel it.He seemed to have fallen into the void with one foot, and he could not perceive anything, leaving only a blank space in the whole world.

Suddenly, as if a force was pulling him, he struggled a few times, but still fell heavily.

[The little boy carved in pink and jade was supposed to be lying in the arms of his parents and acting like a baby, but at this moment he is holding his head and crouching behind the closed door, his body is shaking because of unstoppable sobbing.

Since his mother hastily stuffed him into the room, he hasn't come in, only the sound of smashing and piercing crying kept coming into his ears.

That man is beating my mom again.The boy's red eye sockets gradually became a bit fierce.

After an unknown amount of time, his mother came in wearing a long shirt and trousers, the tears on her face had dried completely: "Take care, don't be afraid."

Yin Zhao hugged her tightly, and the crying finally stopped.

However, things are far from over.He could always inadvertently see the bruises revealed by his mother when she rolled up her sleeves, sometimes it was a new wound, sometimes it was an old scar.

When I was in junior high school, "Mom, can you divorce that person?"

"What do children know?"

In high school, "Mom, you have to divorce him."

"Prepare well for the college entrance examination. Don't worry about adults' affairs. Be careful to delay your studies."

After being admitted to university, "Mom, you—"

The mother forced a bank card over and said, "Here, there are many places where money is needed."

"I don't want his money, I've already found a part-time job."

"What's the use of spending daddy's money?"

"My dad is dead."

In his senior year, he went home full of joy. After all, he found a job with a good salary, so that he could completely get rid of his stepfather's financial dependence.However, before entering the door, they heard the annoying sound of fighting again.

"Bitch, you still want to kill someone, don't you?" Stepfather opened his red eyes, clutching his mother's hair tightly in his hands, "Replace vitamins with this crap, you're fucking poisoning your husband."

When looking at the bleeding mother, Yin Zhao felt a taut string in his mind break instantly.

He calmly threw the vase he picked up at random on the man's head, and calmly pushed his mother out of the door. He also called his aunt to pick her up.

The old and new hatreds poured out at this moment, and it was not until the man remained motionless that Yin Zhao finally stopped.

Yin Zhao called the police, and then seemed to be driven by something, he drove his mother's car out, but the steering wheel suddenly lost control, and the sense of despair lasted only for a moment, and his life ceased to exist. ]

When Yin Zhao fell out of the path of reincarnation, he felt pain all over his body.

On the other side of the underworld, the judge watched in shock as the page in the judge's book that had been burned just now came back.His tone was a bit cold: "Go and tell the King of Hell, that lunatic Yue Ling created an illusion, and lured Yin Zhao to go through the process of committing the crime again, and asked him to leave his name in the judge's book again, and forcibly interrupted him." The movement of reincarnation."

Only then did the judge realize that he had overestimated Yue Ling and underestimated Yin Zhao.

Siyuan, who was instructed to entangle the judge, was so surprised that he couldn't move at all. He just stared blankly at the slightly jealous judge.

God, it's a mess.

All of these are abnormal.

Yin Zhao faintly heard an ethereal and weak voice calling him back, and when he finally opened his eyes, he saw Yue Ling whose face was pale beyond recognition.

He remembered that he seemed to have experienced a terrible thing in the path of reincarnation, but at this moment he couldn't remember anything, and his memory was blank.

"I'm here to pick you up." Yue Ling's voice was slow and soft.

Yin Zhao stared at Yue Ling deeply, as if he wanted to see the bottom of his heart through his eyes.

Clasping Yue Ling's arms tightly with his fingertips, he lowered his head and bit Yue Ling's shoulder with his sharp teeth.

I can't tell what emotion it is, but I just want to bite him.

The sharp pain mixed with the hot blood, Yue Ling didn't intend to push away, and let him bite himself.