The first goddess of pride

Around the heavy black coffin, there are white memorial wreaths, with words of remembrance written.Around the coffin, many people were still kneeling, crying and wiping away their tears.The whole funeral seemed particularly depressing and low-key.

And these, Li Xie didn't see it in his eyes, his eyes fell on the coffin in doubt, and then fell on the spirit card with the burning incense sticks, he wanted to make sure if this funeral was prepared for Dao Wuming of.

But in the next second, he was suddenly shocked by the name written on the spirit card.

His eyes widened in an instant, but he wished that he had never seen those words before...

"The wife of the palace, the spiritual seat of Dao Zhen'er..." He looked in shock at the engraved name of the person he had missed all his life, and suddenly there was a thunderbolt tremor in his heart, which made him push everyone away Pounced on the spiritual position.

"Hey! Who is this!" The people who were pushed away screamed and looked at Li Xie.

But after Li Xie confirmed the name on the spirit tablet, he suddenly let out a roar, copied the spirit card, threw it on the ground and smashed it into pieces!

impossible!This is absolutely impossible!

How is it possible, how is it possible that even the woman he loves the most in his life will die!

He absolutely doesn't believe it!

"Oh my god! Who are you! Why did you smash my wife's spiritual tablet!"

"Oh my god, who is this! My wife's bones are still alive! The coffin has never been taken away! How can you make trouble here!"

Suddenly, everyone around stood up and looked at Li Xie as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

But Li Xie couldn't hear or feel anything, and just walked from the spiritual seat to the coffin step by step.

His lips trembled slightly, but he tried hard to give himself a smile, "Impossible...absolutely impossible..."

He left for three years before returning to the mainland, why was waiting for him the death of the only person he cared about in his life...

He couldn't enter Dao Wuming's tomb, and he didn't even see the last side of his master.

But what made him feel even more piercing pain was now...

The only woman he has ever loved in his life, the one whom he still misses even though he hasn't seen him once in the past three years...

Obviously in his fantasy, he should be very happy to have children with Gong Que and love each other, but why did she die!

"Impossible!" Thinking, he looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, one hand fell on a corner of the coffin, with a little force, the heavy coffin lid flew out in an instant!

"what!"

For a moment, people in the entire mourning hall were turned on their backs, and the lid of the coffin just hit the servants who broke in to arrest them, knocking them down and groaning.

"Come here! Come here!" Some people in the mourning hall shouted even more desperately.

But Li Xie turned a deaf ear to it, and just approached the coffin step by step, trying to see the people inside...

A heart, a heart that was already stinging, gradually became heavier and more painful.When he mustered up the courage to look at the face of the girl in the coffin.he laughed.

Her face is still so beautiful, her skin is as white as fat, willow leaves and black eyebrows, bright eyes and white teeth, compared with the girl three years ago, she has more charm of a mature woman.

Her appearance is still as beautiful as a flower, and she is still wearing her favorite goose yellow gauze dress. There is still a satisfied smile on her face, so vivid, so vivid that people feel that she is still alive , she is not dead yet...