Chapter 243

The moment I heard that.

Summer 13 Niang, at a loss.

To see your own afterlife?

Is this kind of thing possible in the world?

But Chu Lingxiao's next words, but let Xia thirteen niangs, eyes, full of incredible.

"If you want to see me, I will take you to see you. After that, the doubts in your heart will be solved one by one."

Really?

Can she really see her afterlife?

Immediately.

Xia Sanniang, that cold face, lost his mind, stood on the top of Mount Tai, silent for a long time.

She understood.

I have been a person who has been damned for hundreds of years, and I don't belong to this era at all. She, as well as those ancient celebrities and even the emperor's figures, can't live another life without the existence of this man in front of her.

But even if we know that Chu Lingxiao revived her, we can't believe that we can still see the next life.

But she in the afterlife.

Is it still me

Chu Lingxiao said lightly:

"are you ready?"

Xia Sanniang and Liu Ruying, in this matter, Chu Lingxiao also wants to know if he can find what he wants when two similar people appear in the same era.

Even though.

He has done it countless times

Suddenly.

Xia shisan Niang raised her head and nodded firmly.

"If there is an afterlife, I want to see it. I want to see what I am like in the afterlife."

"Well, come with me."

The voice just dropped.

Xia Sanniang's eyes suddenly turned, appearing on a dark, ancient road, surrounded by a deep, numerous wooden bridges, standing on a yellow river.

Look at all this.

Summer 13 Niang beautiful Mou shudders, in the heart slightly gives birth to a trace of fear, hurriedly looks to the front, when sees Chu Lingxiao is in front of oneself, cannot help but deeply relieved.

This is the road.

There seems to be no end at all.

The sound of stabbing water came from my ear. With a gloomy and horrible breath, I couldn't help but frighten Xia shisan's mother again and hurry up.

But just a few seconds after taking the fast step, she suddenly hit Chu Lingxiao. She blushed and lowered her head.

"Gong Young master, what is this place? "

Except for the chilling and strange sound of running water.

Only two people step by step, toward the front, step on the ground of the clattering sound.

Chu Lingxiao carries his hands on his back.

It seems that I have been here many times, with a calm look, and a light way:

"in the words of ordinary people, you can call this place the underground mansion. The bridge you see is the yellow spring bridge of reincarnation."

Summer 13 Niang heart a tight.

Stop talking.

This dark road is very long, but gradually there is a light in front of her. As Xia shisan Niang gets closer and closer, the light in front of her suddenly becomes extremely dazzling, which makes her eyes close.

She closed her eyes.

With her own feeling, she walked all the way forward. After half an hour of walking like this, suddenly she smelled a strong fragrance of flowers, and there were birds singing in her ear.

The next moment.

Xia Sanniang, open her eyes, but accidentally, she bumped into Chu Lingxiao's back. This time, Xia Sanniang bumped into Chu Lingxiao, her head hurt a little. Looking at Chu Lingxiao, she kneaded her head wrongly.

However.

At this time.

When she saw everything around her, Xia shisan's eyes were wide, her lips were thin and her face was inconceivable.

"This is..."

Everything around has changed,

houses, buildings, breath.

Although it is not as simple as the era she once lived in, but since her resurrection, I have read a lot of books about her era and the world hundreds of years later. Even though it is difficult to understand, it can be vaguely recognized that this is the world a hundred years ago,

here

Is it the world she lives in?

She should not have lived until now, but she was raised in this world, but now she comes here from the world a hundred years after her next life.

This moment.

Xia Sanniang's eyes are a little trance. Her face is full of trance and her heart is full of complexity. She looks at the ancient city full of gunsmoke below.

Murmured:

"what is my afterlife..."

Chu Lingxiao, with his hands on his back, stood on the cliff and looked at the world from afar.

His eyes had not been lost.

Only a little memory.

Only those who have experienced the vicissitudes of life know that it is a kind of quiet and cool sigh.

The cliff where he stands now.

It is Wangyue cliff.

And the world below.

The ancient capital of Jinling a hundred years ago!

"Go on, your next life. You should be thirteen now." Chu Lingxiao said lightly.

For Liu Ruying.

He once wanted to teach a set of emperor Dharma, but there were too few people like Liu Ruying, who wanted to be a mortal or an immortal.

Summer ten niangs in the heart suddenly some uneasy.

After all.

It's my afterlife!

In this world, who can see his afterlife

On the cliff.

In a flash, Chu Lingxiao took Liu Ruying to the gate of a tea house in the ancient capital of Jinling a hundred years ago.

They just showed up.

Then came.

He heard a harsh, sharp curse, full of acrimony and disdain.

"You dead girl, get out of here for my mother. The beggar on the street is not qualified to live in our tea house!"

I only saw a few expressionless big men, and pushed a thin, worn-out, patched little girl from the tea house to the street.

The little girl's face is dirty and her hair is a little messy, but she has a little aura in her eyes that no one else has.

The next moment.

I saw a middle-aged woman with a red silk handkerchief in her hand and a waist in her hands. She came out with her toes high and angry.

Go with it.

A piece of ancient Qin made of wood was thrown beside the little girl. The strings, which were not very firm, were broken directly.

However.

The middle-aged woman, however, looked at the little girl with disdain and disgust on her face. She waved and said:

"go away, we tea house, don't accept beggars, go away!"

And the little girl who fell on the ground, her face was full of pain. When she saw the broken string, her eyes were filled with tears of grievance, but she was biting her teeth. She was stubborn and didn't let herself cry.

She didn't understand.

Why I am an orphan in my life with only a broken xylophone.

It's clear that I've worked hard to sell money on the street.

But to the other side of the mouth.

It's from begging

The streets are crowded around.

Chu Lingxiao's face is expressionless, still standing there quietly.

And Xia shisan Niang, impatient, hurriedly walked over to help the little girl, but before her hand met each other, she was pushed away by the little girl's stubborn face.

"Get out of the way, you don't need to pity me!"

The next moment.

In countless people pointing, hissing eyes, the little girl holding the piece fell to the ground, broken the string of the xylophone, struggling to run away.