A Tibetan reincarnation

Chapter 639 Life and death several times, dreams come back several times!
"Five children—"

On the stone bed, Su Mo sat up, shouting, his eyes were dark.Immediately, the shadow of the nine-tailed civet cat in his eyes gradually faded away.That cat was like a ghost.

Su Mo lay upright on the bed again.

Ye Wuhui frowned, thought for a while, and then stretched out his hand, a little purple glow appeared on his fingertips, and directly touched Su Mo's brow.

That was Ye Wuhui's soul-suppressing method.

However, she didn't know if it would be useful to Su Mo now, she could only try.

I don't know if Su Mo is going through a peaceful period, or if Ye Wuhui's technique is working.Su Mo lay on the stone bed, his breathing gradually became even.

Although the red and white lights on his body were still appearing alternately, his reaction was no longer intense, and he no longer shouted.

Ye Wuhui looked at Su Mo and walked out of the stone house.

At this moment, she looked around at the slightly empty cave, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

In fact, there are many fairy grasses and strange fruits in the flower garden of the entire Houdong.Among them, there are several fairy grasses that have the effect of calming the soul.Those are rare treasures.

If they were used to refine elixir, it might not be able to relieve Su Mo's pain.

It's a pity that Ye Wuhui, like Guan Xiong, Little White Pig, and Heiyu Shenhong, cannot enter the flower garden at all.As long as she came to the flower garden, she would be pushed away by an inexplicable force.

The current Ye Wuhui is a divine soul, and he dare not forcefully break through.Otherwise, once her soul flies away, no one will be able to recover.

"Alas!" Ye Wuhui sighed again, and said to himself, "Su Mo, when are you coming back? If you are here, maybe you can save him."

Ye Wuhui missed Su Mo very much, but he didn't expect that the monk in white in front of him was actually Su Mo.

However, Su Mo has been reborn.

In the end, there was no other way, Ye Wuhui could only fetch a bowl of ancient well water and bring it back to the stone house.At this time, Su Mo was still lying on the stone bed, exactly the same as before.

If Su Mo could wake up, Ye Wuhui decided to give him some water.

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Bless God!Goodbye!
At this moment, in Su Mo's dream, it was a beautiful time.

Boundless Tianzhou, Guteng City of Tianmu Grassland.Su Mo's world is crowded with people, but Su Mo can see no one's face clearly.

He could only hear Zan Lisheng singing praises, the sound could be heard in heaven and earth.

This is the day they got married.

Xiao Luo and Wu'er, both dressed in red, bowed hand in hand.

Thousands of years of waiting, thousands of years of reincarnation.

From Sea Desolation to Shura, from Shura to Tianzhou.They are finally together.

That was Xiao Luo and Wu'er's long-cherished wish of reincarnation.

Xiao Luo's hand was slender and powerful, very warm; Wu'er's heart was as gentle as water, rippling.Such a dream filled Su Mo's heart with joy.

Even if it is a dream!Once dream.

Whether Xiao Luo is a human or a demon, whether everything he does is right or wrong, all of that has nothing to do with Wu'er's love.

Wu'er loves Xiao Luo without any reason.

Everything is that simple.

Heaven and earth bow down, no regrets and no complaints.

The applause was thunderous, like the sea!
At that moment, there were tears in Wu'er's eyes; there were also tears in Su Mo's eyes.Because, he knew that Wu'er had waited too long, too long, too bitter and too tired.

This wedding is the best gift.

However, the next moment they got married, blood flowed into rivers.The red clothes on their bodies seemed to be the color dyed by blood.However, that moment of happiness may resolve the pain of a lifetime.

"Five children! Five children!" Su Mo murmured softly.

Huh—wow—

Su Mo's dream began to jump.

His spirit also began to fluctuate.

Inside the stone house, Ye Wuhui saw Su Mo's closed eyes start to tremble.

Dreamland.

Su Mo saw that Xiao Luo was completely surrounded by thousands of red flames.In the void, there are two coffins standing side by side.The third coffin rolled up endless red flames.

God's coffin flames!

Xiao Luo fell into the flames and couldn't extricate himself.

"Xiao Luo—"

In the void, there was an exclamation.

Su Mo's heart twitched.

Back then, the Tianmu Grassland and the Taihuang Seven Star Kings completely fell in the First World War.Therefore, among all the people present at that time, the only one who really cared about Xiao Luo was Wu'er.

There are thousands of murderous intentions, and you are silent.

Su Mo would never forget that heart-piercing cry even after reincarnation.

boom--

Thousands of plum blossoms rush to the fire like moths.

However, it instantly turned into green smoke.Mei Hua Wu'er couldn't get close to Xiao Luo's body at all.The power of the divine coffin surged, and Wu'er spat out a mouthful of blood.

The wedding dress was stained with blood, and Wu'er smiled sadly.

In no time, she formed a seal of life and death.In an instant, a pendant under her neck showed its green glow.That is the last essence of the Tianzhou Wood Clan.

All of a sudden, the green awn protects him.

call--

The real body of the plum blossom spirit rushed into the sea of ​​flames without hesitation.

"Wu'er—" Su Mo looked at everything in the dream, his heart pierced like a knife.That scene has appeared countless times in his memory.

The divine coffin turned into a sea of ​​flames, engulfing Xiao Luo.

The power of the divine coffin can burn the world, how can the plum blossom spirit resist?

Regardless of the magic fairy, the love is as deep as the same.

Love, nothing wrong.

Xiao Luo amazes the Three Realms, indeed there are thousands of cute things.It's just that the Plum Blossom Fairy fell in love with a man who was abandoned by fate!

The flame of the divine coffin ruins everything.

Meihua Wu'er went straight to Xiao Luo, and the green glow on her body had dissipated.

"Wu'er—" Xiao Luo radiated a black light, and caught Wu'er.However, the prestige of the divine coffin has already exhausted everything in Wu'er.

On the red clothes, the plum blossoms are scattered, the residual fragrance is still there, and the blood hits the skirt of the clothes.

Su Mo knew that it was Wu'er's last soul.

Once, Wu'er risked death for him.

Xiao Luo burst into tears and hugged Wu'er.The devil's tears do not fall easily; the hands of the devil are trembling slightly.

"Why, Wu'er? He can't kill me!"

Wu'er smiled softly, but it was sad.

"Xiao Luo... I am your bride—"

"Thank you for this wedding!"

"Whether right or wrong, I love you!" Wu'er smiled brightly, she has her own happiness.

"Xiao Luo, now I just want to die in your arms—"

"Wu'er—" Xiao Luo knew that everything was irreversible, so he choked up and couldn't speak.But at this time, Su Mo's perspective turned into Xiao Luo.Wu'er was lying in his arms.

Su Mo's hands were trembling slightly.

"Five children—"

Su Mo felt that he had completely returned to the past.

He saw Wuer die in his arms again.It was like opening a wound from the past.

Who doesn't want to hold his hand until his temples are stained with frost?Who wouldn't want to pay the child's heart forever?
The spirit of the plum blossom, the three souls died out and turned into a clean dust.

No, this is a dream!

This is the dream of the past!
Su Mo desperately tried to calm himself down.However, Wu'er's hand gradually became cold.Dream, this is a dream!Su Mo kept admonishing himself.

On the stone bed, Su Mo's body was trembling uncontrollably.

in a dream.

Gradually, Su Mo felt that Wu'er's hand was getting warmer.

However, Wu'er has long since disappeared.

But at this time, Su Mo was holding the hand of a woman in black.

Mu Jinghong!
"Senior Sister Mu!" Surprised in Su Mo's heart, he couldn't help calling out.

"Huh?" Mu Jinghong frowned slightly, and said shyly, "What? My hands are not as good as Wu'er?"

"No! No!" Su Mo quickly denied.

"Hehe, what's the matter? Xiao Luo, my hand is not as good as Senior Sister Mu's?" At this moment, Meihua Wu'er's voice echoed around.

"No!" Su Mo didn't know how to answer.

A blue shadow, dressed in black.

Meihua Wu'er and Mu Jinghong appeared in Su Mo's mind at the same time.They laugh when they are angry, and when they are sad and happy.Sometimes the two are separated, and sometimes they are one.

They seemed to be mocking Su Mo.

Su Mo felt himself in pain.He was Xiao Luo for a while, and Su Mo for a while.

How many times of life and death, how many times of dreams!
meow -

A civet cat's howl echoed endlessly in Su Mo's mind.

In the past and present, there was chaos.

(End of this chapter)