101 The Temptation of the Fiance

What?

The hands of the jacket were so fierce that they did not dare to touch the soul of Xinyi. What did she hear just now? This incredible thing was actually said by Xinyi herself, and she... still couldn't believe it.

"I died of dystocia. At the end of that time, you have been living in Daihuaju, because your memory is getting more and more confused. Li Xi doesn't trust you and wants to take care of you with me.

The jacket was stunned and looked at Xinyi. Looking at her lips moving, her mind was blank.

"And after I died, your spirit fell into chaos. Li Xi took you back to the demon clan. He accompanied you, hoping that one day you could be free from the poison, but he couldn't explain anything."

If this kind of ridiculous thing comes out of Yan Lixi's mouth, Luo Ya will definitely not believe it:

She poisoned Xinyi and forced Yan Lixi back to the demon clan; Yan Lixi searched hard to kill his wife and enemy and became a killing tool for the demon master; Nan Gezi told Yan Lixi that the fireworks were the same person and the person who killed Xinyi in those years--

The above are all illusions caused by memory confusion and loss after the poisoning of the jacket.

It's not true!

"Li Xihui's demon clan is not to avenge me, but to accompany you and take care of you. In his heart, you have always been very important. Xinyi smiled like a flower in the wind. "Maybe Li Xi will never marry a second wife in his life, but you are the only one who really accompanies him through his life."

The last tear of the jacket disappeared into the sun with Xinyi's graceful figure. Her hands fluttered in the purple smoke, and only her last words echoed into a wonderful music in the wild geese:

"Fat down, live well, and be with the person you love the most."

"Xinyi! Don't go! Xinyi!"

The jacket fell to the ground crying. The red skirt is like a red leaf falling from a shower. Why? It turns out that there is no hatred, no revenge, and no need for atonement.

It's just an illusion. Self-punishment. Cowardly escape.

But... Xinyi's last words... Do you want to let her accompany Yan Lixi?

Others don't know, but they are very clear about it. I have been immersed in poison for many years. Although my body has not been poisoned, my soul has been poisoned the deepest.

She can't allow her lost self to return to him.

She has been refining poison all her life. I never thought that such a day would be desperate for detoxification.

Only Yao Ling was still standing quietly beside her, rarely quiet and calm, without saying a word. The palm of her hand was slightly close, thinking that she had sent her soul back.

"Thank you." The jacket raised the back of his hand to wipe the tears, but the tears were already dry.

"Don't be busy saying thank you. I'm not done what I want to help you."

The palm of the distant spirit opened the magic array again, and the blue light rotated and hit the falling jacket like an engraving: "Light and shadow * purification cycle."

A wisp of spring-like spiritual light is injected into the body of the jacket. She only feels ridiculous. There is really salvation in the world that can be obtained without sacrifice, and there is really forgiveness that can be obtained without praying.

She finally understood the reason why so many people were willing to follow the sixth son to the end of the world. As for the reason why Yao Ling wants to save her now, there is no need to ask again.

Yao Ling's face became more and more blurred in the eyes of the jacket. Tired. Really tired. The tranquility came like night, and her deep eyelids were opened. The farther the world is from her, the closer the future is to her.

"Li Xi..."

She fell asleep with a smile. The words flowing on the lips are like a dream.

The blue light disappears with the magic array in the palm of the distant spirit. She exhaled and was used to using limited spiritual power. This kind of spring-like soul power was really a little uncomfortable. There is no obvious boundary between soul magic and fairy art. The effects can be separated or superimposed. The power is different, but the principle is the same.

Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the evening breeze is blowing gently. Yao Ling walked to the window and looked out with his hands on his head.

Xiao Fengchuan is walking here listless.

"Hey - you - good - slow - ah -" Yao Ling shouted at Fengchuan. She looked at Fengchuan's impatient expression with a smile and scolded him as a fool in her heart.

"You stand and play cool. I'm going to clean up the bloody people in the yard. I'm tired to death! Why don't you come down and beat me on the shoulder?"

Yao Ling laughed and said, "It's beautiful~~~ Oh, by the way, don't forget to take care of your own organ before you come up, haha~~"

Nan Gezi put away the body of the jacket and put it into the virtual sand fantasy to continue the long purification cycle. He quietly walked behind the distant spirit, and the sunset shone on his white frost-like eye cloth, and the warmth of alienation.

Everything is a strategy. The domestic servants and chores in the corpse yard, as well as Wumei, Xuanmei and Fengchuan, who just fought with Luo Ya, are just the organs that Nan Gezi deliberately placed in order to cushion the desire to kill Luo Ya.

"Ah - how beautiful it is." Yaoling stretched his arms to the evening wind, and the sunset came, and the refreshing sunlight penetrated the translucent palms of Yaoling, as transparent as crystal. Oh, it turns out that she is still in a state of soul. She almost forgot to return her soul!

"Brother Nange, I'd better return my soul first and then watch the scenery with you!" Yaoling was so scared that she stuck out her tongue. Nan Gezi just reminded her that the time she left the soul should not exceed three hours at a time. If I continue to wander like this, I really don't know what will happen.

The summer night is quiet. Yao Ling curled up on Hibiscus, yawned a few times in a row, and fought with his eyelids.

It's better when you are in a soul state. As long as the power of the soul is undiminished, you will not feel tired and hungry at all. It's not like now, it's like cotton all over.

Yao Ling rubbed on the pillow, Meimei said twice, and she was about to fall asleep. With a "bang", the door was pushed open by someone.

Yao Ling suddenly woke up and quickly sat up. He opened his wide and hazy sleepy eyes and opened the bed tent. He saw a man with a bare upper body and wet and messy hair swaying in with a pillow in his arms.

A distant spirit sighed. She is too lazy to be surprised now. Who else can break into the girl's room in the middle of the night so lawless and shameless?

"I said you--"

"Ah, I'm so sleepy. Good night!"

Before he finished speaking, he felt a refreshing smell of soap horns and rushed into the bed. When he came to his senses, Xiao Fengchuan had already lie on all fours and occupied most of the bed, snoring loudly!

It's a lie... This is the second time to rob a remote bed, which is a hundred times more than last time!

"Get up! How can you fall asleep so fast?" Yao Ling waved his fist and beat a big drum on Xiao Fengchuan's chest. "You even robbed the sickbed of the injured. It's unforgivable!"

Fengchuan's closed eyes suddenly raised his eyelids. The moment the clear eyes shined on Yao Ling's heart, Yao Ling knew that she was finished.

Xiao Fengchuan held Yao Ling in his arms. The action was domineering and gentle. The hot temperature on his chest almost burned the thin clothes into ashes.

It was just melted by him ruthlessly in an instant. There was a blank in Yaoling's mind. She seemed to be floating on the endless dark sea and couldn't find the way forward at all. Fengchuan clung to her beating heart, but like a floating lamp, which makes her want to chase this only light and warmth, indulge in it, and fall in love with it...

Yao Ling quietly closed his eyes. For some reason, every time he was close to him, he just wanted to be so quiet and gentle. He didn't want to fool around with him or think about those complicated and chaotic past.

Although she listened to what Xiao Fengchuan said when she was in a coma, she remembered them in her heart and would never forget them, but...

"Far away?"

Fengchuan picked up Yao Ling's face and rubbed his thumb on her cheek.

The distant spirit suddenly woke up. Now, it's really not the time to be greedy for him!

"Why don't you go back to your room to sleep!" Yao Ling kicked Xiao Fengchuan again. Xiao Fengchuan shouted, "Little aunt, don't do such strenuous exercise, okay? The bed! The bed is going to collapse! With such a big noise, the person sleeping next door will misunderstand... You kicked my toes, ah ah ah, it hurts!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Yao Ling sat up straight and raised his pillow to fight. "Why don't you get out of here?"

"Wow, why are you so fierce..." Fengchuan pitifully hugged his knees and shrank to the corner of the bed. "You don't even want me to send me to bed to sleep with you?" Besides, you have promised to marry me. What's the matter with sleeping with me..."

"Bung--" Yao Ling hit a pillow on Fengchuan's head. Looking at his grinning and painful expression, Yao Ling quickly hid the pillow behind him.

I forgot... I really forgot... This pillow is a porcelain pillow, a porcelain pillow! If ordinary people had been hit by so much force, they would have died long ago!

"Who, who promised you... I was still in a coma at that time, and I couldn't say no when I heard it. You are cheating!"

Yao Ling quickly took advantage of Xiao Fengchuan's punishment before he asked for his crime. By the way, is his head all right? No bleeding? It's not so easy for a person with cultivation to get hit on the head. However, he was completely unprepared just now, and now his head seems to be swollen with a big bag.

"It hurts... I have a headache... Ah... Ah..." Fengchuan's face turned pale, held his head with one hand and fell down. Well... What a bad acting. At first glance, it's just pretending, and I want to lie again.

Yao Ling held the pillow and pedaled his shoes and walked away: "Play slowly. I'll find a place to sleep."

"Oh, no, don't go!" Fengchuan turned around and took Yao Ling's hand. If you have been cheated a hundred times, you should be smart once. Yao Ling said with white eyes, "What, it's all right now?"

It seems reasonable for Yao Ling to smash people. She thought she was cleverly cheated by Fengchuan. How could she know that this time, Fengchuan deliberately stopped teasing her and stopped it.

Yaoling turned around and looked at Fengchuan through the ethereal bed tent of the white veil. This close and untouchable smile is exactly the same as the one that has appeared in the distant mind countless times.

Fengchuan suddenly let go of his distant hand. The feeling of being empty in an instant made Yao Ling understand that she had been holding his hand just now.

Fengchuan stepped back, kept smiling, and opened his hands: "Yaoyao, come back to sleep."

Sweet. Sour. Struggle. Yao Ling's hand hidden in her sleeve clenched into a fist, and she couldn't refuse his open arms to her at all, as if it were her whole world.

Control...control...control again! She won't accept him Xiao Fengchuan to this extent**!