Chapter 403： Reality (1)

Chapter 403 Reality (1)

Qin Qiu: "???"

Ye Yuxuan's expression is cramped? How is this expression?

Have you had facial expression convulsions for too long?

Qin Qiu said carefully: "You, have you recently taught?"

The soul is coming out, the next sentence is not God's creation.

Ye Yuxuan quietly bowed, but a pair of dark eyes, staring at the hospital.

"I know what her name is."

Qin Qiu’s reaction did not come back, "Who?"

Ye Yuxuan whispered softly, "Wei Wei, Bai Weiwei..."

These words, faintly biting in the lips, with a few traces of obsessive affection.

"I saw it, on the Sansei stone, her name is clearly written on it."

On the Sansheng Stone, the name of Ji Yongchuan and Bai Weiwei covered the whole stone and was dense.

They are all men in the dream, with their fingers, a stroke.

The word is flesh and blood, crazy and sad.

——

The **** red mist filled, and the cold ghosts entangled the entire bridge.

When the ghosts crossed the bridge, they were all trembled.

On the three stones, the **** strokes covered the whole piece of blue-gray stone.

After years, the stone almost turned brown.

Meng Po used a spoon to measure the weight of Meng Po Tang. "Not enough, you will line up."

This made all the queued ghosts angry and dissatisfied.

But Meng Po’s words made all the ghosts lose their voices.

"Meng Po Tang was taken away by the Ghost King, and my wife couldn't do anything. It can only be cooked day and night."

A new ghost is puzzled: "What do the ghost king need so much?"

Meng Po raised his old eyes and looked at the Forgotten River. "All of them said that they would not reincarnate, and they would not be able to reincarnate and forget the Sichuan River for a thousand years. They could exchange love for the infatuated ghosts."

In the **** river, a tall, long figure stands in the middle of the river.

The **** robes fluttered with the river.

Meng Po turned back. "But who can bear it, forget the torture of the Sichuan River for a thousand years."

Therefore, you can only drink Meng Po soup over and over again.

Just ask to forget the woman for a second and get a moment of peace.

"Little brother..."

In the river, she smiled brightly and lovelyly, reaching out to take his hand.

Ji Yongchuan stupidly reached out, but touched the cold river, her face was broken, leaving only the broken body.

He looked at it, the pain came from all kinds of limbs, and each bone was tormented by the river.

The river is like a mirror projector.

Keep showing her the best side.

Again in the most cruel way, broken in front of his eyes.

Ji Yongchuan did not know how many years he spent on the Forgotten River. He killed the ghost who feasted her.

Until today, the rivers of **** are red.

Then he used the bones of Hell, the grievances accumulated by all the ghosts, and the most terrible calling method, he could not call back the soul he wanted.

Later he continued to experiment with various methods.

Can't find her.

It should not be found.

He did not devour her soul in the past, and he would become a ghost king because he had enough ghosts to absorb.

So she has no soul to fly, her soul should still be right.

I did not see her reborn, did not see her over the bridge, did not see her drink Meng Po soup.

Constantly looking in the mirror of the world, those who are reincarnated.

Keep looking for your familiar backs in those new ghosts.

He was disappointed too many times, and it was time to despair.

Ji Yongchuan chose the most hopeless road.

Like those ghosts that are not used, they constantly soak the water of the river.

I heard that for a thousand years, I can exchange for a love.

Even if it is a hundred years old, as long as he can be together, he will be able to spend a lot of years in this river.

(End of this chapter)