princess from the underworld

Chapter 673 text 684
When they passed the gate of life and death, the bull head and horse face were already waiting there. They saluted Ziyan respectfully, and the ghosts and ghosts all stared wide-eyed.

Zi Yan didn't want to be pretentious, so she nodded and walked in.

Passing by the familiar Huangquan Road, where the Manzhushahua is in full swing, Ziyan seems to hear someone singing:
"Looking at the falling flowers, the feeling is more sad;

Seeing the white crane go away, tears flowed even more.

stepping on thousands of mountains,
wade through thousands of waters,
Thousands of miles have joined hands with you.

When I have experienced love, hate, and sorrow,

you are no longer behind,

Know that in this life we ​​can't start all over again.

I can't hold your hands in my dream,
The promise of life and death is no longer possible.

I asked heaven, why did you leave?

The sky was speechless, and I burst into tears.

You once said not to break up,

Life is long, wind and rain are precarious, we are in the same boat,

Wandering around the world, myths are forged together.

I can't hold your hands in my dream,
Eachother no longer exists.

The fallen leaves drift by, in the lonely cold autumn,
I'm walking alone,

Your tears are still in my heart.

Think of your smile, your sorrow;
Think of your joys and sorrows.

across previous lives,
Beyond this world,
Day and night stay together forever.
Why do we have to know each other when we meet, it is better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes! "

"This is……"

"It's Rosa."

"Ah—it's her." The one who saw Xiaoyi rushed forward. The last time she saw her, Xiaoyi fell into the Sandu River, and that fool died for love too. Zi Yan never expected that she would sing such a sad song. The lyrics, that kind of voice is faint, sad and lingering in my heart, sad and lonely, it sounds uncomfortable and depressing.

"Why is she here?"

Xiaoyi's expression froze, and she shook her head helplessly, "Fate."

Ziyan didn't know what fate was, she wanted to ask further, but seeing Xiaoyi's melancholy and helpless expression, she didn't ask anymore, she didn't like to expose other people's scars.

When they arrived at the front not far from the Three Tu River, the Ferryman's boat was about to leave, but Ziyan and the others didn't rush, because there was a black figure on the bank of the Three Tu River, the kind of handsome face that only evildoers have. Looking at Ziyan with squinted eyes.

"Ming...Second brother..." Ziyan called strangely, Ming Zhaohua frowned, but quickly disappeared, holding a very out-of-date fan in his hand, even though it was very strange on the edge of the Three Tu River. In the cold, he was still shaking gracefully, the black gown was blown up, his long hair lightly picked up his moonlike face, he smiled and said to Ziyan: "You are back."

Ziyan's heart skipped a beat. When she heard these words, her heart felt like a volcano erupted. She looked at Ming Zhaohua and answered after a while: "I'm back."

Many times, a single sentence can contain countless complex emotions.

It's a pity that Ziyan didn't shed tears first, she was like a cold-blooded animal, she didn't laugh, she didn't cry with excitement, she didn't even seem to care at all.

Xiaoyi parted ways with her at Sanduhe, and Ziyan followed Ming Zhaohua to the Hades.

(End of this chapter)