The beautiful luthier and her dream lover

Lianchan is the baby name my mother gave her. How about Day Xingtang? I never expected that my father would even talk about this matter clearly with the girl.

The deafening thunder hit her three inches away, and when her ears and nose were bleeding in a trance, Zhou Xingtang still thought unconvinced: so what?Daddy belongs to Mommy, no one can take it away!If Yuan Shishi dares to show off her power, she will never allow her!

As soon as the thought passed, the sky was surging with wind and clouds, and a thunderbolt struck again.

Looking at the young girl running towards her in a daze, seeing the cold stare in her eyes shattered and turned into a nervous and panicked look, Zhou Xingtang's cold and hard heart was strangely moved, thinking , if A Niang is really still alive, how great would it be?

If A Niang is not around, she will guard Daddy for A Niang.

Daddy belonged to my mother alone, and my mother seemed to be weak and uncontested all her life, but in fact she was domineering to her father to the bottom of her heart. If her spirit in heaven knew? How sad would she be if Daddy found a substitute to empathize with her?

She can't make A Niang sad.

Zhou Xingtang stood there stubbornly, and the second thunderbolt almost hit her two inches away.

She looked up angrily.

As a child, is it wrong to protect the love of parents?

She doesn't agree!

The scene of bleeding from the seven orifices looked particularly horrifying. Seeing the third thunderbolt falling quickly, Qin Ji hugged him fearlessly, protecting Zhou Xingtang's head with an air of no resistance.

When the thunder struck, Yuan Shiqi yelled: "Sister——"

The back garden of the Chen family was smashed out of deep pits. The daughter of the Shi family was dumbfounded, and the scene she saw before repeated in her mind.

The thunder was billowing, hitting the girl accurately, Qin Ji snorted, her pretty face was snow-white, she tried her best to smile at Shang Zhou Xingtang's disbelieving eyes, and slowly closed those bleeding eyes.

"Sister!"

"fourteen!"

No matter how the Yuan family sisters rushed forward, they were still one step too late.

Zhou Jing hugged the person and dissipated like a gust of wind, his voice was cold and hoarse: "Go back, kneel down! Reflect on yourself!"

Zhou Xingtang stood there in a daze, her fingertips were still stained with blood, her throat was hoarse and ugly, and she cried in a low voice, "Ah, aunt?"

She saw it.

She saw it from Yuan Shishi's bleeding eyes!

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, A Niang returned to Zhou's house with the baby in her arms.

she saw...

Her knees were weak, and she knelt on the ground dejectedly. The dark clouds above her head dispersed, the thunder light disappeared, and the snow continued to fall from the sky.

"Really, really? It's my mother..." She vomited a mouthful of blood, regretting her mistakes.

If a son bullies his mother, he must be punished by heaven.

Daddy's words were still in her ears, she trembled, and fainted amidst the panic.

Kyushu's first gate.

Xuantian view.

Guanzhu Fanxing, who has lived for hundreds of years, still looks like a young man, even more energetic than a few decades ago.

He was dressed in a Taoist robe and raised his eyes to look into the distance.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

"Look at Ray."

Qingyu raised her head, wondering: "The sky is clear and clear, where is the thunder coming from?"

"There is thunder, there are three ways of thunder. One is to persuade the police, the second is to deter the police, and the third..." His eyes rolled with doubts, and he stroked his beard and said quietly: "The third is to open the spiritual eyes."

"Master, why? To open the spiritual eyes?"

Fan Xing withdrew her gaze and explained tirelessly: "The so-called opening of the spiritual eyes is to open the eyes of ordinary people to see spiritual things."

Daoist Qingyu let out an "ah": "This?...who was hacked?"

"Old friend."

A steady stream of original power poured into the girl's body, calling back the infinite vitality that burned like fire.

It stands to reason that he should have woken up earlier.

But Zhou Zhou's eyes were closed tightly, her consciousness was asleep, her complexion was ruddy, and her hair had grown to three inches.

There are no years in the mountains.Returning to the place where they had their first tryst in their previous life, she couldn't hold back and kissed the girl's eyelids: "It's rude to hold Chan, I can't see your identity clearly due to the limitations of mortal eyes, why do you have to suffer for her? ?

If a child does something wrong, he should be punished.You are still soft-hearted and reluctant? She suffers, but instead comes to torture my heart. "

The person in his arms showed no signs of waking up, and Zhou Jing sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll take you back to Yuan's house."

Three days have passed since the day of thunder and punishment.

The Yuan family was in a mess.

There are quite a few people who saw the lightning strike on the girl with their own eyes? Even if Yuan Shiqi and others dare not tell, the Yuan family's parents have already inquired about it.

Xie Wenyan frowned, regretting that Shisi had to go to the Chen family's plum appreciation banquet.She was restless, thinking of the suffering of her newly recognized daughter, her heart was so sad that she would die.

"Is there no news from the Zhou family?"

"No. Patriarch Xingtang knelt in the ancestral hall after waking up. Even though His Majesty came to see her in person, she disappeared without a trace. According to my son, Fourteen should be fine."

"Yes, mother, sister will be fine, brother Jing is here—"

"Master! Madame! The girl is back!"

Xie Wenyan and Yuan Ci got up at the same time and rushed out to greet them.

Zhou Jing stepped into Yuan's house with the girl in his arms, and naturally he didn't get any good looks.In the final analysis, from the perspective of the Yuan family, the reason why her boat became what it is now is to protect Xingtang.

Seeing her daughter falling asleep, Xie Wenyan asked anxiously, "When will I wake up on the [-]th?"

"It depends on when Zhou Zhou wants to wake up."

This? The words are mysterious, and I don't know if the Yuan family understands them.

It's just that the girl looked very good, and she couldn't see where she was injured. Xie Wenyan was very relieved. At this moment, she remembered the etiquette of the family and thanked her softly.

It was inconvenient to stay in Yuan's house for a long time, and Zhou Jing left soon.

Back at Zhou's house, she ignored her daughter who was kneeling in the ancestral hall. She opened the door, undressed and got on the couch. With her eyes closed, her consciousness came to the misty forest.

Every time she falls into a dream, she has to go through this foggy forest.

Things that used to be easy and easy, but now they are hindered.

Zhouzhou refused her to sleep.

Wanting to understand this, Zhou Jing tried twice more without giving up, and opened his eyes after a while.

What is Zhou Zhou dreaming about?But is it related to her previous life? Memory?Since it's related, why don't you want her to go in?

Yuan family, boudoir.

Qin Ji was stuck in a dream, almost masochistically looking at her benefactor and all kinds of love in her previous life.

Get acquainted, know each other, fall in love, hold hands for a lifetime, and love for a lifetime.

She finally saw in her dream the face holding her benefactor in Qinghantan. It was gentle and beautiful, with the lingering and lingering charm of women from the south of the Yangtze River, and the indescribable beauty of ink and wash paintings.

How about a girl? How about forbearance in the arms of a benefactor? Restraining panting, reserved, stubborn, unwilling to let the dirty medicine get on the body of the sweetheart.

She could see it clearly, and even empathize with it.

The past life? The present life merged into a thread in the dream, and the emotion in the chest resonated. The girl trapped in the cold pool was as soft as spring water and melted little by little, and Qin Ji's heart also melted.

She watched without blinking, envious, and slowly, she in this life replaced her in the previous life, walking down the path of the previous life step by step.

To be possessed, to be loved, to be cared for, to be respected, to be missed, to be held in the palm of the hand, and to be contained in the lips and teeth.

She lived Ning Lianzhou's life in a dream, and in the thick of love and desire, she quietly gave birth to confusion.

The confusion has been born, and the memory returns to the original point again.

She was just an orphan girl who came from Jiangnan to look for relatives and was accidentally sent to a high school compound.

Daytime scenery entered her heart like spring breeze and rain, knocked down the thick wall of her heart, made the fake show real, and changed from a contract couple to a loving couple.

The incarnation of confusion born of love. Desire. Looking at the woman rolling and panting on the bed, how about looking at her? Go into the depths of the girl, look at the passionate and suppressed desire in her eyes, look at her snow-white The sweat dripping down his back.

again and again.

It is a schizophrenia derived from jealousy and deep love.

The emotional barrier is deep, and the eyes cannot be separated from the picture of the water and fire.

Inside the gauze tent, the girl lying on the bed frowned slightly, Xie Wenyan sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, listening to her non-stop "benefactor" and "A Jing", in which the words were full of love and affection. Even a sentence.

It's heartbreaking to hear.

The bones are soft.

She never knew that her fourteen was not a wonderful person made of ice and snow, but flesh and blood made of water.

The inner room was filled with clean and clean mist, and the girl's eyes were dripping with tears, which wet the side of her pillow: "My benefactor...Ah Jing...don't..."

Don't touch other girls.

Don't treat her that well.

don't want……

don't want……

The tip of the tongue of the woman in the dream was pierced, trying to please her in every possible way.

The young girl transformed into a love disorder is pretty good. Seeing the past life, the irreversible charming, rushed forward to separate the entangled people, but it was useless.

In a moment, she regained her frosty and snowy indifference, staring at her like masochistic, the sea of ​​love gave birth to evil, and the sea of ​​evil surged up with the wind and waves as high as the city wall and threw her down fiercely.

Fall down, get up again.

Xie Wenyan looked in shock at the holy and clear water around her, and did not allow anyone to disturb her.

Outside the door, Yuan Shiqi and Yuan Jiuniang looked at each other nervously, and the Yuan family brothers retreated to the courtyard and remained silent.

Until a ray of light rose from Fourteen's boudoir to the sky and went straight into the sky, an obscure and mysterious bell resounded through the sky and the earth, and the ears and eyes were calm when I heard it, and in a moment, endless emotions were set off in my mind.

Desires and desires are intertwined, and in the next moment, they are completely eliminated.

Yuan Shiqi's eyes were straightened, she couldn't imagine the figure she saw in her mind just now, then, who is that, who is bullying her? !

She blushed, and secretly looked at Jiuniang who was the closest to her, but she saw Jiuniang looked dazed, her fingertips brushed her lower lip unconsciously...

"fourteen!"

With a cry, everyone in the Yuan family recovered from their embarrassment.

"Master, what did you see again?"

"One light."

"Light?"

Fan Xing raised his eyes and looked at the bright sky of Xingzi: "Someone has entered the Tao. The Tao is obstructed and long, and the Tao will be born with evil. Love will give birth to desire, and desire will give birth to confusion. The Tao of Shuiyu Star Lord will start again from now on."

"Love way."

Standing under the starry sky, Zhou Jing covered his heart, a sour and unspeakable emotion lingered and stirred.

Shuiyu entered the Taoist temple at the age of six. At the age of 13, he saw a bird rushing towards the rainy sky and peeped at the Tao. At the age of 16, he fell in love with a glance in a dream. He heard about the disaster in the Northwest and bet on the tragic death of tens of thousands of victims. Often unbelievable.

At the age of 23, he was promoted to Taoism.

He was born with the Tao, but he chose the most difficult way to cultivate to perfection.

If love fails, Dao falls.

In the previous life, Zhou Zhou did not enter the Tao until his death. In this life, he peeped into the Tao and entered the Tao in his dream. He still chose the difficult road.Zhou Jing couldn't explain the complicated feelings in her heart, but the unreasonable pity and sorrow made her eyes slowly turn red.

Zhou Zhou is talented and intelligent, the more talented it is, the harder it is for a person to achieve positive results in love, and Tianjiao is often tired of being clever.

Different from Changye, Changye is a natural born sage, born in Xinghe, and has been recognized by the heavens since the day of his birth.

She stepped out, and she was already outside the gate of the Yuan family.

"Zhou Zhou."

Qin Ji suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes were dark, the power of the thunder was concentrated in her eyes, and it would take at least another seven days to dissipate.

Waking up from the dream, she vaguely realized that she had stepped into a very mysterious realm, even if she was temporarily blind, she was not afraid.

"Auntie."

"fourteen?"

"Mother, the benefactor is outside."

Xie Wenyan only said that she was not conscious yet, and coaxed her gently: "Fourteen, the night is late..."

"She's outside, my heart told me." She murmured, "Mother, please come in, I'm hungry, I want her to feed me."

The author has something to say: The amount of information in this chapter is a bit large, please explain:

There were three thunderbolts, and the third one was to open the spiritual eyes, which opened Zhou Zhou's spiritual eyes, and also used this to break through the eyes of mortals and see her mother clearly.As soon as her spiritual eyes were opened, Zhou Zhou dreamed of experiencing all kinds of past lives again and again, peeping through love and desire. She was jealous of her past life, and she couldn't see the intimate intercourse and sex between herself and her benefactor in the previous life. This was her obsession.

Enter the Tao with emotion, emotion is the Tao, and it is also a robbery.Don't say that she is stupid to be jealous of herself, this is a necessary process on her love path.Love is unique and exclusive, and when it reaches the state of obsession, it can't even tolerate 'myself'.It's normal to be affectionate and sexual.Those who cultivate the Dao of Love are all ruthless people.

This is a very serious exploration of past and present lives, life after life, and the topic of love to death. Because of the star master status of the two heroines, it is a sweet article under the background of slightly fantasy. The length may not be short. After all, Zhou Zhou and A Jing In my last life, I wrote 48w, and I plan to finish writing this book in one go!

I was a little lethargic in the past two days, probably because I was more tired from the explosion of daily life, it’s okay, I’m rested again (refill~)

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!