After being sick and scum, welcome to the Shura field

Chapter 2 The boss and the sweetheart
It was raining heavily outside on this day, and a layer of white rain and mist splashed on the rubble and the green onion fields of the crops, like a misty white gauze.

As twilight fell and the distance was dark, the little girl came back from the fenced yard with a hoe on her shoulders. Small puddles formed under the eaves. He hung the wet bamboo hat and coir raincoat on the dirt wall and wiped the moisture away. Fluffy forehead hair, pink cheeks showing the color of water after work, a pair of eyes are clean and clear like washing.

There was only a dimly lit oil lamp in the room, and seeing his wife standing by the window watching the rain, Gu Junshi dressed himself as "Gu Yi", with the same face and body, but his temperament and posture were the same as before. Great changes have taken place.

Gu Junshi's noble soul, raised by gold and jade in his previous life, even if he is wearing a cheap and tattered blue cloth skirt, his silk and black hair is combed meticulously, tied up with a simple pear branch, his eyes are straight and his lips are shining, he is still like a bright moon , extraordinary bearing.

After amnesia, the little charming husband always feels ashamed when facing such a wife, and he often cannot understand what she is thinking when she is silent.

It's just that when his gloomy gaze inadvertently glanced at her belly, he had a sweet and shy expression on his face.

He thought to himself: There must be some movement these days.

He thought that he was "farming" every night and was as busy as a cow.

"Yi, I'm back."

Gu Junshi turned his face away, his dark and waveless eyes fell on him, stared at him for a long time, then lowered them again.

"Master Gu, my name."

Because it was raining outside, the water was foggy, and there was only a dim oil lamp in the corner of the house. She stood by the window, half of her face was exposed in the darkness, like a Buddha on one side and a devil on the other.

The little charming husband was slightly surprised: "Wife, isn't wife called Gu Yi?"

She walked towards him: "Gu Yi was called by someone else, Master Jun is my real name."

The wooden door behind the charming husband was shaken by a gust of wind, and a chill rushed into his feet. The flames flickered violently, and the shadow under her feet twisted like an uncontrollable demon.

He finally sensed something was wrong.

In the flickering light, he flinched a little uneasily: "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

Gu Junlin paused, her pupils were extremely black, but her lips were pale. She was standing by the window just now with the cold wind blowing on her face, and her hair was covered with rain and mist.

"Because there is no time...you remember this name, if there is an afterlife, don't find the wrong person."

Suddenly, severe abdominal pain hit him, and he finally realized something, his eyes were broken with disbelief and pain, he tightly grasped her wrist, and slid to his knees.

"Why, why?"

She didn't explain, she just used a pair of cold hands to caress his hateful and tearful eyelids, and wiped them gently and meticulously, as if comforting or paying homage, but her eyes were always calm like the cool moonlight.

His eyes were empty and he fell into a pool of blood. He didn't understand until the end of his life why she wanted to kill him...

-

Master Gu got up, and everything went back to that day.

pat...

The window lattices and the loosely closed chaimen rattled by the strong wind outside, the sky was dark, and it was raining heavily outside.

Creak—the man who had been dead for more than 200 years came back to life again. After returning home, he hung up the bamboo hat and coir raincoat under the eaves. When he saw that the house was not lit, he thought his wife was resting. Her vague memories gradually overlapped...

How about doing it all over again?

Her choices never change.

Gu Junshi sat by the bed with downcast eyes and smiled indifferently. The wet and cold wind from the door opened blew up the blue curtain blocking the bed. The little girl was outside looking for a fire to light a lamp when she suddenly felt a silhouette approaching behind her. She just turned her head , a snowy and cold light flashed past.

puff--

"Why, why?" He fell to the ground, his upturned eyes were dull like a slow puppet, and met Gu Junshi's pair of playful and misty eyes that were bent down.

"I also want to know why..."

-

Opening his eyes again, Gu Junshi found that he was wearing it again.

It's like she's stuck in a closed loop with no way out.

Sure enough, everything has something to do with this little girl of unknown origin, otherwise why would it be this day.

This time, she opened the door ahead of time, and Fufeng leaned against the door, looking at the little girl who came back from the rain from the muddy country road. The rain was too heavy and the sky was dark, so he didn't see his wife under the thatched eaves. After inserting the gate and entering the fenced yard, he hurriedly took off his soaked rain gear.

He was wearing a thin Tsing Yi, his waist was as thin as a woman's, and he was handsome and charming. When he saw her waiting by the door, his face showed a sudden joy. His face was exquisitely cast by flawless jade, and his eyes were like stars. .

"My wife—"

A cold edge pierced his delicate white neck, and scarlet spouted out.

Disbelief and sorrow flashed in his gradually gray eyes.

-

Is this the first time?

When Gu Junshi returned to this day again, the repeated scripts had already made her numb.

She tried many ways to prevent time from going back, but to no avail.

So this time she was not in a hurry to do it. She recalled that she had recultivated the immortal way again and again before, but found that every time she corrected and changed, she still couldn't step through the void and ascend, as if she was always missing the most critical thing.

She has spent more than a thousand years repeating the boring years, and finally she guessed that there should be something wrong with the "Dao Ruqing Jue" she practiced at the beginning, so she found the blood-stained burden again this time, and found the book.

This time, she read it carefully, word by word, and finally saw a line of small words that had been ignored at the corner of a page.

——A person who cultivates the ruthless formula must first fall in love, pass through the catastrophe and ascend to the gate of heaven before he can prove the Tao.

When seeing this line of words, Gu Junshi was silent for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back the corners of his cold mouth, and cursed inelegantly.

Grass!
Dare to love this doggy cultivation thing, and after it has to fall in love, it will count if it kills the proof when it is about to ascend?

Since she has been obsessed with the matter of ascension for thousands of years, Gu Junshi is determined to win it. Knowing the reason for her failure in ascension, she began to ponder. In love?

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"no, do not want--"

Liu Jiang Fusheng rolled over from the bed and got up, the palpitations in his eyes were still lingering, and his chest heaved non-stop.

He frantically touched his whole body and found that he was not dead.

He was taken aback.

Actually, actually came back again!

He was trembling uncontrollably, his bony hands covered his face, the corners of his slender black eyes were red, he seemed to be crying but not crying, and smiling but not smiling.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this moment. He couldn't remember how many times he was killed by that ruthless woman, and his whole body was pierced. He is so cruel.

But in the end, he was in too much pain and despair, and all he was left with was hatred and wanted to kill her!

He once swore that if he was given another chance to be reborn, he would definitely kill her first, but it's a pity that in each life, he only had the memory of being killed in the previous life before he died.

But this time, before he died, he recovered his memory ahead of time...

He put down his hand, his waxy white teeth bit his nails nervously, and his breathing became excited and trembling...Kill her, kill her, this time, he will never die in her hands again...

"Husband." The cold female voice whispered softly in my ear.

Liu Jiang Fusheng's delicate body trembled instinctively, but a chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

(End of this chapter)