Little Mr. is one hundred years old

blood... all blood...

Most of the monk's white robe was already stained red with blood, but the blood did not belong to him, but belonged to the person lying in his arms at the moment.The monk's trembling hands wanted to press his wound to prevent the blood from escaping, but the blood continued to flow...

The man grabbed the monk's hand, his voice was too weak, and he still had his usual smile, but his tone was too domineering—"Xue Rang...you see...I died for you...you should remember ...I am..."

The monk's lips moved, but no sound came out.

"If...if there is...an afterlife, you...you...you want to..." In the end, the latter words were still not uttered, and the hand with distinct bones had already hung down...

The monk finally opened his mouth, spit out a few pale but helpless words: "Don't die..."

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Qing Huan woke up, he just fell asleep lying on ROSEPIE's table——

It's this kind of dream again...

Just like the dream that Ji Zhiqiu had when he bid farewell to himself that night, he also thought, could the person in that dream be Ji Zhiqiu's previous life, or previous lives... But what about the current dream?Although he couldn't see the face of the person in the dream clearly, he could clearly feel that there were two people.

There is a person who died because of himself, but the question is whether this is the effect or the cause?If it's the cause, then don't I have to repay this person... The question is, has this person met himself? ...

Over there, Gu Yuehua, who was paying the bill behind the counter, saw that Qing Huan's expression was not right, walked over, and sat down opposite him: "Cousin, what's wrong?"

Qing Huan came back to her senses: "No... just had a strange dream."

"Strange dream?" Gu Yuehua stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Qing Huan's eyes with his fingers: "What kind of dream would make you cry?"

"I'm crying..." Qing Huan looked at the water marks on Gu Yuehua's fingertips, and was also surprised.

Gu Yuehua smiled, and flipped through the textbooks spread out on the table: "Isn't it because the recent academic pressure has caused you to have nightmares?"

If it was before, Qing Huan would have refuted it long ago, but today he didn't—

"Just treat me as academically stressed."

Gu Yuehua patted his head: "Then cousin will make you a new dessert for free."

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, but what she grasped was another important point: "Is there really something... for free? It doesn't ask for anything in return..."

"Huh?" Gu Yuehua was puzzled.

Qing Huan shook her head: "It's nothing. You don't need to do it. I have something to go out for a while. I will put my books here first."

Gu Yuehua watched Qing Huan leave with his schoolbag on his back...He raised his hand to his lips, and stuck out his tongue to lick the water mark that had disappeared just now...Qing Jun's face was instantly covered with a little devilish color ...

He almost forgot that he is a demon, a demon who can do whatever he wants without any scruples.

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The night melted.

Qing Huan came to the door of "Wangchuan" again, but that door was closed tightly.While Qing Huan was there, she saw an acquaintance.

The man in white was standing there, he was looking up at the door plate, and the hood of the jumper was covering his head, so he couldn't see his face clearly, but Qing Huan recognized it at a glance——

"Heavy eggplant."

Zhong Qie turned his head, and when he saw Qing Huan, he was also a little depressed: "Qing Huan?"

Three minutes later, the two sat in the tea room of Bowen Arpels and drank tea.

"So this shop belongs to you." Zhong Ke picked up his teacup and said.

"No, the store is owned by Abao, so I can only count it as a part-time job?" Qing Huan laughed as she said that.

"Then your part-time job is pretty big." Zhong Qie pointed out that Abao, who is the owner of the shop, respects Qing Huan very much.

"I have a deep relationship with Abao, and I can talk to you when I have time." Qing Huan changed the subject: "By the way, why are you at the gate of Wangchuan?"

"I'm here to find Zi Wan." Zhong Qie took a sip of tea and said, "Zi Wan is the owner of that shop."

"I know, she told me her name, and I probably know her identity." Qing Huan said: "I didn't know that position could still be rotated."

"It turns out that there is no rotation, but I heard that something happened a long time ago. As compensation, this position has been rotated since then, and at a certain time, Zizai will also come to the world to find someone who will give her a rotation." people."

"Is it unlucky?" Qing Huan rolled her eyes: "I don't think there is anything good about the chosen one."

"You seem," Chongqie said with a smile, "you don't like Ziwan very much."

"She..." Qing Huan thought for a while and said, "She gives me a weird feeling, and I always feel that something is wrong..."

"Zizan is a bit weird..." Zhongjia said, "Since I saw her, she has been like that, smiling at everyone, but I can't see what she is thinking."

Qing Huan asked casually, "Have you known each other for a long time?"

"I've known him since I was promoted to Bai Wuchang."

"Sheng?" Qing Huan said: "Aren't you Bai Wuchang? Then what are you?"

"It turns out... I don't remember either." Zhongjia said, "It happened a long time ago. I used to work under Hei Wuchang, and there was no Bai Wuchang at that time."

"It turns out that you were trained by Hei Wuchang... It's really interesting, it turns out that there really is Hei Wuchang." Qing Huan supported her head and said, "Then why have I never seen Hei Wuchang? You, that black impermanence is really big, you don't need to do practical things..."

Chong Ke's expression turned serious, and he shook his head: "No, there is no black impermanence in the underground palace now."

"Ah?" Qing Huan asked in surprise, "Why? Didn't you just say that you came out of Hei Wuchang's hands?"

"Yeah..." Chongjia recalled: "You also know that I was punished for reincarnation, and when I returned to the underground palace, Heiwuchang was no longer there."

"He...resigned?"

"I don't know, there is no one in the underground palace to fill this position, as if there was never this position, and no one talks about him anymore."

"Who is this black impermanence, so mysterious..."

"I don't remember, I just vaguely remember..." Chong Ke said slowly, "He was a very...gentle person."

"Wen... soft?" Qing Huan Nahan said: "I heard the name, I thought it was a rough guy with a very dark face..."

Chong Ke shook his head: "No, he is very good-looking."

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows: "Didn't you say you don't remember?"

"But, I just know." Chong Ke frowned, not wanting to continue this topic: "By the way, why did you know Zi Pan?"

So, Qing Huan started talking about the first time she entered Wangchuan——

"... That's it. I've been dreaming about some weird things during this time, which seem to be related to my previous life... and it's not real. I'm really depressed, and I want to ask her if there is any way to make me stop to dream those dreams..."

"You mean," Chongjia said, "you drank Wangchuan Tang and then remembered your previous life?"

"Yes, but there are some vague fragments every time..." Qing Huan pursed her lips and said, "I really don't want to think about it anymore, it's all in the past anyway, and I don't want to get tangled up."

"This is not easy to handle." Chong Ke said, "Zi Min is not easy to talk to..."

Qing Huan felt a little melancholy when she heard it, "I just think, either don't think about it, or remember everything... Huh?"

Chong Ke looked at Qing Huan in confusion.

Qing Huan looked at him with bright eyes: "Chongjiao, can you help me look up my past life?"

"Your past life?"

"Didn't you check Bai Li for me before?"

"But your situation is quite special..." Zhongjia hesitated a bit, but looking at Qing Huan's earnest gaze, he still couldn't say no to refuse: "Okay, I will try, but I have to wait until I go back to check..."

Qing Huan was so happy that her brows and eyes were bent: "Thank you, Chong Ke..."