Xianzun's daily life of chasing husband

He ran away as fast as he could, and disappeared without a trace, "Weird, weird."

Gu Zhao's familiarity with the underworld can be said to be very familiar, even more familiar than his own back garden. When you go out of the Emperor's Palace, turn left, pass the Sansheng Stone, the Bana Flower by the roadside, the bridge frame Santuchuan, and there is a Mengpo soup under the bridge. Xue Ranshi's excitement is speechless, only the spring breeze is on his face, just like people entering the river after the wind, and the feeling is like the sticky flakes after rain.

On the bridge of Naihe, a man with lush spring pine stands with his hands behind his back. His new soul has just died, and his three souls and seven souls have not gathered together, and there are still a few traces left in the world, so he is now very dazed and confused, and his memory is also messy. Past and present lives are mixed Together, a miasma.

He remembered the good ones, the bad ones, the happy ones, the sad ones, and remembered that Gu Zhao scolded him, beat him, humiliated him, and felt sorry for him.

But the result?

Xue Ran didn't want to think about it any more. If he thought about it too much, he would cut his broken heart out and do it again, because the bad was far more than the good. Xue Ran was alone and alone in the end.

"Ah Ran! Ah Ran!" Gu Zhao's voice.

Xue Ran avoided him instinctively. He was more afraid of Gu Zhao than he was longing for. The tingling pain from his spine warned him that the man was dangerous, and he had to stay away from him if he cherished himself.

Xue Ran hid under the bridge hole, a place he thought was very hidden.

Covering his mouth with his hands, holding his breath, he curled up his body to the smallest size, and listened anxiously to the movement on the bridge. The sound of footsteps gradually approached and then went away. Xue Ran just breathed a sigh of relief, but saw a pair of black boots reflected fundus.

"Ah!" Xue Ran screamed in shock, subconsciously pursed his lips again, his round eyes were wide open, tears flowed down his face uncontrollably, feeling uneasy.

Gu Zhao lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes trembling, "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

Xue Ran shook his head, not daring to crawl out from the corner, like a wild cat with a heavy defense.

"Don't be afraid, be good, come out." Gu Zhao coaxed with the gentlest voice in his life, "I won't hurt you, I have something to tell you."

"Ah Ran, look clearly, I am Gu Zhao, your Ah Zhao." Gu Zhao showed a kind and charming smile.

Xue Ran wiped away tears, "I know you are...Your Majesty..."

For some reason, in Xue Ran's memory, the name A Zhao is a forbidden word, a taboo, a thorn in the throat, and a thorn in the heart, while the word Your Majesty is a little more strange and alienating to Gu Zhao.

"Ah Ran, let's go home." Gu Zhao endured the pain in his heart and said with a sore nose.

Xue Ran's eyes were full of doubts and desolation, "Home? Which home? Where do I have a home?"

"Our home." Gu Zhao replied categorically, "I promised you that when I rule the world, I will allow you to be my home everywhere..."

"Your Majesty!" Xue Ran interrupted: "I don't take this kind of oath to lie to children at all. Moreover, it is not me that you should promise for life, but Liu Yanlin. I only have one heart, and I gave it to you before I was alive. You have spoiled me to pieces, and now that I am dead, do you want to take anything away from me when you chase me here? I have nothing but this soul."

"..."

"Your Majesty, I don't deserve the affection you play. It's too heavy for me. I love you. You might still hope for it when you're alive. It's like holding sand. You know it will leak at your fingertips, but you still race against time. , treasure it, now, please let me go, please go back alone."

Gu Zhao's heart trembled, his throat choked, and he said with a pitiful cry: "Ah Ran, I'm not joking, I'm sincere."

Xue Ran started sideways, with his right hand tightening his left arm, not letting his heart soften, not making compromises, not letting the short-term cowardice convince the unruly free and easy, the underworld is such a dirty and filthy place, Gu Zhao shouldn't come, he has his own Jiang Shan and Meiren, he found this place only on impulse, unable to accept the gloomy and depressing of the handy tool for a while, "I will get used to it..."

What human beings are best at is to get used to the cruelty and cleansing brought by the years in the long years.

"What did you say?"

Xue Ran smiled sadly: "Your sincerity, forgive me for not being able to bear it. Please go back, this life is over, come... um..."

The slippery tongue pried open his lips and teeth, Xue Ran felt his waist sink, and fell into Gu Zhao's arms. The other party held the back of his head, biting his lips like a beast, stirring his mouth , Inextricably linked under the passionate kiss, silky silver hangs from the mouth, and the sex is hot.

"You...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Gu Zhao didn't give Xue Ran a chance to speak at all, as long as the other party opened his mouth, he would forcefully kiss him. The long drive went straight in, and the kiss made Xue Ran's waist limp and legs weak, not to mention talking, even standing was struggling.

Gu Zhao licked his lips, satiated like a full stomach, he supported the limp Xue Ran, and said apologetic words without guilt, "I'm sorry, the situation is forced, I can't help it, Ah Ran, you can blame me and blame me, you first follow me Go back, please, I will explain to you slowly when we return to Yangjian."

In Xue Ran's incomplete impression, this was the first time that Gu Zhao gave in to him. He begged him to coax him, and he cried and kissed him. He said heart-wrenching words.

"..." Xue Ran wanted to refuse more resolutely, but after all, he still cared about Gu Zhao. Seeing the confused and pitiful opponent, Xue Ran was half-sentenced in his throat and half-sentenced in his heart. , but since he made up his mind that he didn't want to go back, he had to come up with a tricky question to make Gu Zhao give up.

Knowing that it is making things difficult, the other party will naturally leave.

"Your Majesty, you can let me go back, but I have one condition." Xue Ran glanced at the Santu River, "If the Santu River flows backwards and the flowers and leaves of Manzhushahua bloom together, I will go with you."

It was impossible to do these two things, and it was obviously difficult. Xue Ran thought that Gu Zhao would give up. After all, Gu Zhao didn't love him that much, or didn't love him at all, but Gu Zhao said, "Okay! Don't go back on your word!"

"Eh? What?!" Xue Ran was more surprised than Gu Zhao, "Did you hear my request clearly?"

Gu Zhao firmly said: "There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart."

Chapter 39

◎He can know the weight of these words in Xue Ran's heart. It is the touch of a wealthy country, and it is also a burden heavier than Mount Tai◎

Five days passed, there was no movement at Gu Zhao's side, the whole underworld was completely silent, no matter whether it was in Panhuan Village or in the ghost city, not a single ghost was seen.

Xue Ran has been cleaning the Emperor's Hall for five days. In the past few days, a few ghosts with hurried expressions occasionally ran into the Emperor's Hall. Since the day before yesterday, even the Emperor's Hall has been deserted, like an empty city.

"Where are the ghosts?" Xue Ran sat on the threshold, bored and lost, thinking that Gu Zhaoxu had gone back, and murmured, "Go back, only a lunatic would make unrealistic nonsense."

However, a gust of wind blew, and the lunatic reappeared briskly, with mud on his face, wounds on all ten fingers, and a slightly tired expression, but his eyes could not be concealed by the thick dark circles, "Ah Ran ,follow me."

He took his hand and led him to gallop, like two runaway horses, galloping on their battlefield.

Manzhushahua, the thrilling sea of ​​scarlet flowers, the unrestrained flames like blood in full swing, is the infinitely beautiful scenery on the banks of the Santu River, the weeping blood song of the flowers blooming for thousands of years in the netherworld, and the coquettish and poisonous fire that ferries the souls of the dead. According to the road.

Carrying the eternal curse, unrequited love, separation, loneliness, the beauty of Manzhushahua, pure, broken, decadent, and gorgeous, he can cross the soul on the other side, but he can never cross himself, but!If you can't cross yourself, how can you cross others?

Unless one day, the flowers and leaves grow side by side, growing together and dying together.

On this day, the advent of falsehood, not knowing the truth or falsehood, is enough to make people cry.

The whole sea of ​​bright red flowers, red like agate, green like emerald, red and green alternately, can depict the most dazzling colors in the world, each leaf, born on the delicate and bare flower stems of the other shore flower, bunched into a flower. A complete flower and leaf, although life and death are separated, the flower and leaf will meet each other eventually.

Is it blindfolded?Is it illusion?Is it a mirage?

Xue Ran was obsessed with his eyes, and his eyes were unconsciously covered with a layer of mist. Flowers are not flowers, and mist is not fog. It seems that the clouds are deep and the place is unknown.

"The Bianhua was cursed by the gods? How did you do it?" Xue Ran asked, but Gu Zhao grabbed his arm when he wanted to rush into the sea of ​​flowers.

The other party touched his nose and said with a silly smile: "Don't worry, let's go to Santuchuan."

It was only this time that Xue Ran could see clearly that Gu Zhao's ten fingers were covered with scars, many wounds were bleeding, and several scars were scabbed.

"your hands……"

"It's okay." Gu Zhao hurriedly hid his hands behind his back, a drop of cold sweat slipped guiltily, and urged: "Hurry up, hurry up, I can't wait to invite you to witness another miracle, and then take you home."

take you home...

Bringing you home again...

He knew the weight of these words in Xue Ran's heart, it was the touch of an incomparably rich country, and it was also a burden heavier than Mount Tai.

"Actually, you don't have to be like this." Xue Ran wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was held tightly by Gu Zhao, afraid that if he let go, the person he finally caught would disappear.

Gu Zhao said solemnly: "Ah Ran, I understand the fear in your heart, I swear in the name of Gu Zhao, I did not fool you, let alone pretend to be a joke, I will use practical actions to prove my sincerity to you, you can reject me , but please don't... push me away."

Xue Ran smiled wryly. In front of Gu Zhao, he was always willing to bow down, speechless and completely defeated.

The Santu River is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and tens of thousands of undead are deposited. They suffer from the icy cold and bitter pain in the river, and they fall forever with no way out. Forget the river, forget the anger, ignorance and hatred in the past life, in exchange for the peace of the next life, it doesn't know where it started, it doesn't