shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 879 It Wasn't The Red Rope For Him

Yan Song was stunned.

Bai Zhi'er looked sideways at him.

"Have you ever carefully looked at the wounds on your wife? Do you know that every morning when she wakes up, she will cut her flesh and let her blood drip on the altar dedicated to you."

"The reason why you feel stronger every day is because your wife feeds you with her own blood."

"Even your mother persuaded her to stop being obsessed with being obsessed, but she still believes that she can rely on this method to stay with you forever."

Yan Song stretched out his hand and gently held his wife's arm.

A drop of blood and tears fell from his eyes: "Ah Zhen..."

Bai Zhi'er looked at him: "Do you think that if she dies, you can be reunited in the underworld?"

"The rules of the underworld, once a person who sucks the blood of a mortal, for more than one year in the mortal world, will be regarded as a ghost and sent to Abi Hell!"

"At that time, not only will you not be able to reunite with her, but you will never see her again. From then on, you will be separated forever and ever in the three realms and six realms."

"Is this the result you insist on wanting?"

Yan Song was heartbroken, holding his wife's hand, and crying loudly.

He kept repeating: "Ah-Zhen...Ah-Zhen...I killed you."

Seeing him so pitiful, Bai Zhi'er thought of his wife's unswerving loyalty.

She sighed softly.

Bai Zhi'er turned around and said to Feng Fuce, "Give me the red rope."

Feng Fuce was taken aback: "Isn't that mine?"

Bai Zhi'er blinked her long eyelashes, confused: "I just let you here temporarily!"

Feng Fuce took out the red rope in a daze, and watched with his own eyes that Bai Zhi'er handed the two pieces he begged from Yuelao Temple to Yan Song.

The expression on his face was suddenly cold.

Not his red string...

Bai Zhi'er said to Yan Song: "If you repent, I will send you to the underworld to repent. During this period, you can communicate through the red rope."

"It's just that you can't talk, but if you miss her, or when she misses you, the red rope will be slightly hot, and you can feel each other."

The most important thing is that on this red rope, there is a little mana she put into it.

If Grandpa Yan Wang felt it, for her sake, he would be lenient with Yan Song.

Yan Song nodded, with blood and tears streaming down his face, showing unspeakable sadness and reluctance.

"I'll go with you." He said hoarsely.

Yan Song gently stroked his wife's face with his hand.

"Jane, I'm leaving."

Bai Zhi'er couldn't bear to watch this parting scene.

She sighed: "A good person will do it to the end, I will send you to her dream, please say goodbye properly."

After finishing speaking, Bai Zhi'er's fingertips blazed brightly, and with a light swipe, Yan Song fell into Yan He's dream.

Yan He's originally frowning brows relaxed in an instant.

She should have seen her husband in the dream, and tears of joy rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Bai Zhi'er took Feng Fuce to the door and waited.

At this time, the moon and stars are sparse, and the long night is vast.

The two of them sat and stood, looking at the starry sky from a distance under the porch.

"You said, to be a god, do you have to be merciless or ruthless?"

Feng Fuce replied lightly: "Divide things, divide people."

Bai Zhi'er heard something wrong with his tone, and looked at Feng Fuce with wide eyes.

I saw that the latter was not happy about something, and his whole body exuded the coldness that strangers should not get close to.

"What's the matter, what's wrong with you?" Bai Zhi'er asked proactively.

Feng Fuce looked at her for a while.

All of a sudden, he said: "So the red rope in Yuelao Temple wasn't for the two of us?"

　Feng Fuce: Fake, all are fake, the wife is fake, the husband and wife relationship is fake, the red string is also fake, Bai Zhier, I am sad
　　Bai Zhi'er: Then do you want a hug?

　　Feng Fuce: Yes (rushes over and hugs his wife)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)