Chapter 43 The little fairy is dead

"Hahaha, how do you feel? The flame of death in my demon world feels good, right? When your aura is exhausted and you become a mummified corpse, I will clean you up." The voice of a monster came from the void.

Longxi struggled to smash his dry lips, and there was no sweat all over his body. His whole body seemed to be a piece of streaky pork on a red-hot iron plate, squeaking with oil smoke.

Just when everyone was helpless, a beautiful woman appeared out of thin air. A long moon-colored skirt and light veil covered most of her face. Only a pair of dark eyes were exposed. She held a glowing sword in her hand and easily split the black fog that trapped Longxi. At this moment, Longxi was like coke. His whole body was dark, his skin was cracked, and there was no movement on the ground.

The mysterious woman snorted coldly, with a flick of her fingers, and a glow shot into the void. There was a scream inside. The air twisted, and the surroundings were quiet.

The mysterious woman looked at Longxi and sighed, as if she were listening to Yang Yingying, who was crying on the ground, and as if she was listening to herself. She said quietly, "He is dead. Don't bury him within seven days. Maybe there will be a turning point. God's will, God's will!"

After the mysterious woman finished speaking, she turned into a glow and disappeared, but Shangguan Waner of the big ** seemed to have a dream. Suddenly, a excited spirit sat up from ** and said to herself, "What's wrong with Longxi?"

He Xuan woke up more than half of his alcohol, stumbled out of the stall, knelt down in front of the coke-like Longxi, and cried, "Brother, I hurt you. I shouldn't have drunk here. I, He Xuan, swear, I will never find a woman again in my life. I must avenge you!" Yang Yingying wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stood up, "Don't cry, everyone is dead. Let's transport his body back to the Taoist temple. Just now, the fairy said not to be buried for seven days, and maybe there will be a turning point!"

Xia Xiaoqian grabbed Yang Yingying's shoulder so hard that he was about to tear her clothes. He shook his head crazily and cried, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, it's not true!"

Yang Yingying sighed, "I know you have always liked Longxi, but you have never said it. Don't be sad. There is still a chance for us to stick to it. Come on, let's find a way to carry him back!"

Yang Yingying carefully hugged Longxi's neck. He Xuan hugged Longxi's waist. Xia Xiaoqian lifted Longxi's legs. The three of them carried Longxi back to the Taoist temple step by step.

The dull police finally realized that the fantasy blockbuster-like scene made them hallucinations. If it hadn't been for the dark traces on the ground, which proved that something strange had happened here just now, they would have deceived themselves. This must have been a dream.

Zhang Huan, who opened the door, looked at Longxi like coke, as if he had been struck by lightning. He helped Yang Yingying and others send Longxi back to the room. He stared at the sky with the bright moon and said to himself, "Are you heaven? Why are you so unfair?"

Wang Changxing heard the news, carefully checked Long Xi's injury, asked what had happened, and sighed, "Two little girls, what you have to do now is to stabilize your mood and do what you should do. Since there are still seven days left, we are patiently waiting for the miracle to happen, and we must block the news. Don't let people outside know that the little fairy was seriously injured. I will announce the little fairy's retreat and suspend business!"

Yang Yingying took a deep breath, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and took Xia Xiaoqian's hand and said, "Longxi will be fine. From now on, I will sleep here at night and accompany him!"

"Ye-huh, I'll hold the quilt, and I'll stay with him!" Xia Xiaoqian nodded firmly, as if Longxi really just fell asleep!

He Xuan pointed to the door, "I'll sleep outside. Let's guard Longxi together!"

"Since ancient times, heaven and earth have been divided into yin and yang, the living are yang, the dead are yin, men are yang, women are yin, the sky is yang, and the earth is yin. Yin and yang are separated from each other and cannot be replaced. Since you are against the dragon, everything can be changed. Since you fly to the sky, yin and yang can be connected. Fly against the dragon, go to the yin and yang, and change life and death.

This is a paragraph said by Longxi standing on Huangquan Road and Jinlong Xianjun. Damn it, they are so familiar with it and still play dumb riddles. Didn't you see that I have become a soul? Longxi scolded angrily and changed his life. How to change it? It can't be reincarnated like Bajie. Damn it, it's a rich second generation, and the second generation of officials are fine. If it's okay. Throw a poor loser. I won't die unjustly. I haven't kissed Yingying's Mi (Mi). Well, I haven't soaked in Xia Xiaoqian well. I haven't confirmed that Xia Xiaoqi has it yet. Am I dead like this? I don't want to die. Long Xi shouted feebly in his heart~~~~~ Long Xi follows you in a muddle-headed. The dark Huangquan Road walked a long distance and finally came to an open flat ground. Longxi looked at the scene in front of him. There was no trace of sunlight in the dark sky. The bridge made of thick iron cables with arms looked rusty, and no one could be seen around the empty surroundings. Only the black fog floated around, faintly. Yoyo can hear some painful shouts!

Opposite the bridge is a gray ancient city, and the dark word "d hell" on the tall gate exudes cold dead air. There is a simple stall under the gate, on which there are many bowls full of water. An old woman with gray hair and a kind face sat there. Longxi secretly said that this hell was also so considerate. He knew that the new ghost was thirsty at the intersection and prepared herbal tea. Well, no, this heart seems to be the legendary Meng Po. I don't want to drink this soup. Many young men and women outside think her soup is the best medicine. After drinking it, you can forget everything. Well, you can consider getting some back. Sell it at a good price!

Longxi hesitated for a moment and stepped on the Naihe Bridge. The dark clouds in the sky seemed to be lower, and the water of the moat began to roar. When Longxi took the second step, suddenly, a monster with three dog heads poked out of the roaring river. One of the dog's heads said, "Ky, you are not a soul. How dare you come to my hell. I'm the fire dog god of hell. I'm going to arrest your soul now and send it to King Qin Guang for trial!"

Long Xi sneered angrily and said, "It's not the soul, your sister's. What did you do in hell? I got me down before I died!"

"Don't shout. What's the big deal? Aren't you going to die? Anyway, you're still going to die in a hundred years. What's the difference?" The second dog's head said angrily.

"Oh, what you said seems to make sense, but I don't want to die yet. I still have a lot of things to do. What about my girl and my Taoist temple?" Longxi howled pitifully.