Midnight marriage: My husband is a ghost

Chapter 229 Transparent
Judge Lu saw that Ye Zhenzhen's complexion began to get worse and worse, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He didn't want to see this girl die in front of him like this, but since he had already made a choice There is no way to go back.

Even if he didn't want Ye Zhenzhen to go, Ye Zhenzhen might not agree to it.

The emotions in his heart fluctuated for a while, and then he couldn't look at Ye Zhenzhen. At this time, there was a dense mist on Ye Zhenzhen's body that was constantly drifting away from the soul. After seeing it, he felt very distressed in his heart, because he knew those who never What leaves Ye Zhenzhen's soul is her source of life, if it all disappears...

Seeing that it had already flown into the sky, the mist filled the air.

She seems to be a huge freehand painting, hanging down from the sky, making the bamboo sea seem hidden and appearing, and the spring water seems to be congealed or flowing.She wasn't one of those "fog-locked-mountain-mountain-locked" fogs that were breathless, or thin, tedious mist.She is wonderful in her indistinctness, giving people a sense of mystery; she is wonderful in her tranquility and elegance, giving people a fresh and natural feeling; she is wonderful in her whiteness and kindness, giving people a sense of mystery. With a warm feeling.

Ascending to the sky is like stepping on cotton, and one can see a vast scene of mist and clouds at a glance, which makes people feel free and easy.

Far and near cooking smoke, threaded, threaded, coiled, brisk, sluggish, thick gray, light blue, pale, gradually rises and fades in the quiet vitality.

A wisp of dust and smoke, smoky, thousands of miles of mist, haggard and withered.One dream in one's life, inside and outside the dream is like smoke, with the beauty of nothingness, the haze of poetry, the melancholy of poetry, a kind of hope, and the clarity of lotus.

A wisp of dust and smoke, smoky, thousands of miles of mist, haggard and withered.One dream in one's life, inside and outside the dream is like smoke, with the beauty of nothingness, the haze of poetry, the melancholy of poetry, a kind of hope, and the clarity of lotus.

It was all milky white mist, so deep, so thick, surging, tumbling, engulfing everything.

Gray mist enveloped the entire heaven, everything was decorated with a layer of white, and the glorious palace in the distance looked fluffy.The location of Nantianmen can already be vaguely seen.

The milky white mist overflowed in clusters, slowly spread over their ankles, scattered into a soft tulle, and enveloped the whole body flutteringly.

The milky white tulle is like a dream, like an illusion, like a poem, like a painting, it can't be waved away, it can't be torn apart, it can't be cut, it blocks the line of sight, and makes people feel like they are flying on the clouds and want to return.

The fog was clear and transparent.The breeze blows and pushes the fog, which sometimes moves, sometimes stagnates, sometimes condenses, and sometimes disperses.

The two of them stepped on the clouds, as if they were standing in the sea, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere.Ye Zhenzhen looked around with an ugly face, and saw that the Nantian Gate was shrouded in mist, hazy, like an ancient castle in a fairyland.

Only the shadow can be seen vaguely, but it still looks very majestic.The cloud they were in was floating in the fog, like an isolated island in the ocean, it flickered in the fog, and it was like a fairy mountain outside the sky.

The thick fog shrouded the whole world tightly.It seems to be lifted up, suspended in mid-air, as if entering a fairyland, producing all kinds of mysterious hallucinations... The fog disperses for a while, gathers for a while, rises slowly for a while, and rolls forward for a while.

The shadow of the fog seems to be leading me into the illusory fairyland. Ye Zhenzhen feels as if she is roaming in the heaven and the earth, and the white mist like a veil is constantly floating in front of her eyes, like smoke and dust, like a poem and a painting.

This scene is really very beautiful, so beautiful that she has been filled with emotion in her heart.

Fog is beautiful fog.She is like a classical girl, gently shaking a strand of Sujuan, attracting tourists' obsession.This kind of beauty is simply indescribable. Walking in the fog, everything is pleasing to the eye.

The mist surged from the hiding place, at first the mist was like a gauze, but also like cooking smoke, she gently stroked Ye Zhenzhen and Judge Lu, instantly drowning everything in front of her eyes.At this moment, looking down from the clouds is the vast white sea of ​​clouds, and looking up at the towering peaks, it is like a flat boat in the surging river. The mountains are floating in the clouds, and people are swimming in the painting.

The vast fog spreads everywhere, like clouds, weaving into layers of thin gauze, covering the sky, covering the ground, surrounding the houses, covering the trees, everything in front of you is blurry. Only a gray outline was revealed.They all seemed to be lifted up and suspended in mid-air, as if entering a fairyland, creating a mysterious feeling.

But at this moment, Judge Lu saw that Ye Zhenzhen's complexion was getting worse and worse. The two of them had already advanced a lot. He knew that Ye Zhenzhen should take a rest.

Looking at the Nantian Gate not very far ahead, Judge Lu said aloud: "Zhenzhen, why don't we take a break now, we will be there in a short time, keep going as you are now, as long as It will accelerate the consumption of the body."

Ye Zhenzhen was so tired that she couldn't even speak, so she could only nod slightly to express her agreement.

Painful and gloomy expressions had covered her cheeks at this moment, and the slight mist flowed continuously from her body, Ye Zhenzhen's soul at this moment was approaching a state close to transparency.

Ye Zhenzhen is now very aware of her physical condition, because Judge Lu once told her that if her body has completely turned into a transparent color, then her entire soul will start to dissipate until it collapses, and she will Will disappear from this world forever.

If the soul is transparent, if you continue to move forward, there is really no way out. Now if Ye Zhenzhen retreats, she can still exist in this world.

In Judge Lu's heart, the fallen snowflakes, like his frozen heart, withered and fell to the ground, fragmented.When the snow is filled with light dance, his sadness becomes unrestrained, and butterflies are everywhere, lonely, but fluttering.

There is a lot of confusion about the future.Just like no matter how bright a street lamp is in this dark night, it can't cut through the thick fog around.Whether to move forward or indulge in the present, she dared not decide.There was a breeze blowing, but it inadvertently knocked the pearls on the corners of the girl's eyes to the ground, and gorgeous flowers bloomed.

Tossing and turning to the end of the world, the youth is wasted, the night is lost, and the heart is tired and lazy.Living alone, I sing songs of melancholy, poems expressing wandering, words about separation and union, and sentences about deep feelings and shallow relationships.The moon is sparse and the shadows are desolate, drifting endlessly.The sea is hard to find the clouds and sails without a trace, and the mulberry fields are red with countless pity, and they are at a loss in the end.

Judge Lu knew that the girl in front of him might disappear forever in the world soon.

(End of this chapter)