Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1 Fangjiao Fields, Lonely Souls and Wild Ghosts

The imperial capital, Songhe Cemetery in the south of the city.

Beside a stone tablet, there was a man lying with disheveled hair.

The man lay on his stomach and couldn't see his face clearly, the stele was covered with dried blood!
Ji Liunian glanced at the official document on the stone tablet: the ancient ancestor An Shiguo, the filial piety An Yaozu (established), the monument was erected three days ago.

Chang Huai explained: "Fifth Master, this is the tomb of the An family old man."

The man restrained Bing Po's gaze, brushed the dust off his sleeves, and said, "Let's go."

Chang Huai... looked at the half-dead man lying on the ground, hesitated to speak, and said, "Fifth Lord... this?"

Ji Liunian: "You know him?"

Chang Huai shook his head.

Ji Liunian said again: "Then what does it matter to you?"

Chang Huai...with black lines all over his face, this man seems to be still alive... Well, it really has nothing to do with him!

Ji Liunian ignored An Qiyue who was lying on the ground like a cold corpse, he raised his leg and was about to step over.

However, as soon as his feet stepped over the top of An Qiyue's head, he was grabbed by a strong force, and then his body lost his center of gravity, and fell on An Qiyue's body with a "bang".

In the light of the setting sun, An Qiyue's eyes trembled slightly, and her whole body twitched coldly.

At this moment, she felt only one word: pain.

Limbs and limbs, every inch of skin and every bone, her forehead was torn apart... All the nerves in her body were screaming, she was in pain.

An Qiyue was in so much pain that she wished she could die.

She hugged Ji Liunian's neck tightly with both hands, and suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.

An Qiyue raised her hand subconsciously to cover her forehead, and murmured, "Oh...it hurts..."

Ji Liunian...

The woman below her was disheveled, her face was covered with blood, she couldn't see clearly, she was in a mess, except for her eyes.

After a while, An Qiyue realized that there was a person on her body.

The four eyes meet each other, lightning and flint.

Ji Liunian: "Damn it!"

An Qiyue: "Fuck, pervert~wolf!"

Ji Liunian...

An Qiyue turned over and sat up, only to see her half-closed her eyes, and immediately circled around.

No, didn't she die during the mission?

The bomb exploded, and there were no dead bodies.

How did it appear in the cemetery?

As her eyes fell on the tombstone, An Qiyue's head was about to split apart, and the world spun, and then countless memory fragments poured into her head like a light, strange pictures, strange people, chaotic voices, Sweeping through the body like a tide.

An Qiyue clutched her hair and screamed in pain, and finally passed out.

*
In the middle of the night, An Qiyue woke up again.

In the wilderness of Fangjiao, where lonely souls and wild ghosts haunt, An Qiyue is like a wandering ghost stepping on the ground silently.

She has crossed!

She is reborn!

Reborn to the third year after her death, Imperial Capital!

The old man on the tombstone was the original owner's grandfather who loved him the most.

As for why she appeared here?

Was the blood on the tombstone really made by the original owner himself?
of course not!

An Qiyue quickly dodged into the two-meter-high fence wall, raised her neck slightly, and jumped out.

*
In the early morning of the next day, I settled down in a mansion, in the back garden of the villa.

An Zihan just came back from his morning exercise, when he saw An Qiyue fertilizing and watering the garden holding a watering can.

An Zihan was startled at first, then took a step forward and said with a gentle smile, "Little sister, where have you been these two days? It made me and mom very worried about you."

An Qiyue... Lengheng, yes, of course I have to worry about why she is not dead yet.

Two days ago, she fell from the balcony inexplicably and fell down the stairs, unconscious.

A day later, she appeared in the tomb in the suburbs, but she did not die.

An Zihan was still in fear!
An Qiyue pointed the watering can at An Zihan on purpose, and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, big sister. My hands are slippery, didn't I spray you?"

　PS: Mo Shang: The male god is rough, lying down, begging to flirt, begging to hook up...cough cough...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)