Become the Overlord’s Runaway Little Wife

In the silent snowfield, looking around, there is only a depressive and hopeless white that can't be seen.

A line of lonely footprints stretched slowly, the world was silent, everything was quiet, and I don’t know how long I had been walking, this person finally stopped, she squatted in front of a hidden snow cave, looked at the sleeping snow rabbit inside, stretched out A plain white hand, because of walking in the snow for too long, the color of the fingers are pale and a little transparent.

The index finger lightly touched the sky above Snow Rabbit. With her movements, a little purple that was almost invisible flowed out of Snow Rabbit’s body. The man quickly took out the warm jade bottle that had been holding him in his arms, and then Collect this little bit of remnant soul in.

The world is a circle, and time is a circle. Nothing will completely disappear. They just exist in this world in a different form. The dead will turn into dirt, and the dead soul will also turn into such a grain. The dust of freedom awaits the illusory destiny that follows.

Maybe letting go is good.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do it.

Maybe it was looking for thousands of years, maybe it was looking for thousands of years, she really couldn't remember how long she had been looking for, the hopeless days passed for a long time, even people became muddled, and the journey of searching for the remnant soul ended. The next step was to condense the remnant soul, and the boring and lonely days passed one after another. Finally, she saw the person she had been thinking about and obsessed with day and night.

Zi Ling looked like an adult as soon as she was born. She pressed her lips to look at herself, her eyes full of curiosity and scrutiny.

The other party's eyes were so pure and clean that she didn't even dare to look at her more, so she could only lower her head without complacency to hide the embarrassment that was about to cry.

She thought about it a thousand times, but the other party didn't think so much. At this time, Zi Ling had only one thought in her heart, that is, the person opposite is so pretty.

...

She taught her to speak, she taught her to read, she taught her how to deal with humans. They lived in a village, with beautiful mountains and rivers, and the folk customs were simple. The most important thing is that there is a lot of aura here, and there are many spirits raised in the nearby mountains. , These spirits do not eat people, and occasionally walk around the market pretending to be human beings.

One day, when Zi Ling went to the market, he encountered a ginseng essence with a lot of lies. The ginseng was so bold and courageous. He got a bunch of fake medicines to deceive the villagers. Zi Ling was very angry. As soon as his instinct came up, he would The ginseng essence beat her back to her original shape, and then dragged her to the side of the mountain, threatening to stew her.

Ginseng Jing was so frightened that he yelled: "No! You are Zi Ling, I am a good demon, if you eat me, you won't be a fairy!"

Zi Ling tilted his head slightly and didn't understand the words of ginseng essence, "Why should I become a fairy? Isn't it good for me now?"

Ginseng Jing was also stunned. She had travelled thousands of miles from Changbai Mountain. She had heard that there was a real fairy here who wanted to come to be soaked in fairy spirit. The fairy spirit on this person is quite strong. It seems that she is the follower Zi next to the legendary fairy outside. Lingering, why, following the gods, she didn't even plan to practice?

The ginseng essence jumped three feet high, and the tone was full of condemnation, "How can you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, can't be so aggressive! Then are you worthy of the immortal taking care of you!"

Next, an even more irritating scene appeared. Zi Ling squatted down and looked at the original ginseng essence seriously, "Don’t get excited, I still have a question to ask you, who is the fairy you are talking about? what?"

Ginseng Extract: "..."

This purple spirit seems to be mentally retarded...

In the evening, when she returned home, before she even entered, the door opened by herself. The woman in linen clothes came out and smiled softly at her, "What did you buy today?"

"I didn't buy anything, but I ran into a little monster."

Telling what happened during the day, she tilted her head and looked at her, "Ginseng Jing said you are a fairy, are you?"

The fingertips of the opposite person stiffened slightly, but she would not lie to herself, so she soon saw her nodding.

"The gods all live in the sky, why are you here?"

Although she didn't know where the gods lived, she just knew that gods wouldn't live in a wilderness mountain village like her.

"because……"

Her voice became sour, and Qi Zhen didn’t know how to answer. She didn’t want to lie, she didn’t want to conceal any more, and she didn’t want to live so tired anymore. She lowered her eyes slightly bitterly, she raised her head and smiled faintly. Laughed, "because, I did something wrong."

Zi Ling was very curious. There was a stone bench in the yard. She pulled Qi Zhen and sat on the stone bench, and then made a pretense that she wanted to listen to the story.

"What have you done? Did you rush for the common people like in the script?"

She stared into Zi Ling's eyes, and after a while, Zi Ling's expression slowly changed. She couldn't bear such deep eyes, and didn't like Qi Zhen looking at herself so complicated. Every time at this time, she would feel very weird in her heart, and she especially wanted to leave here.

But when she leaves here, where can she go, she doesn’t know anyone. Although the villagers don’t hate her, they don’t like her because she is very powerful and can always help them solve their problems. It is the kind that humans can’t solve. The problem.

Heterogeneous will always be rejected, even if what Zi Ling does is good.

Since the day she opened her eyes, Qi Zhen has been by her side. Although she doesn't like to talk, she is always in a daze and sleeps for a long time, but she still stays with her anyway.

Moving uncomfortably, Zi Ling stood up, pushed the door and returned to the room, "If you don't want to say it, I don't have to know."

It's not that I don't want to say.

I don't know how to say it.

There will be a day when the Meng Po soup will expire, not to mention that she has never drunk Meng Po soup. Sooner or later, she will remember it. Then, where will she go.

At midnight, Qi Zhen stood in her room, looking at the lonely moon hanging in the sky, pacing to Ziling's room, sitting next to the sleeping woman, Qi Zhen lowered her eyes slightly.

She knows that she is not qualified to excuse, nor is she qualified to extravagantly, even now every second of getting along is a humiliation to the person on the bed.

She always knew, but... She just couldn't let go, what should I do.

As Qi Zhen’s life, when she was twelve years old, her family was framed and all 36 people were put to death. Her father, two brothers, and her pregnant sister were sentenced to death right in front of her. Her mother was defiled by the drunk jailer. From then on, her mother went crazy. Before the emperor ordered her to be cut off, she hit and died on the wall of the prison herself.

People live like a beast, this is just a fluttering sentence, how much blood and tears it contains, only those who have experienced it can know.

She spent a lot of effort to escape from the big jail and lingered for three years. Finally, their family reversed the case because the old emperor had died.

Only then did she understand one thing. The fate of others struggling is nothing but a plaything in the eyes of those in power. They overturned their hands and looked like gods who could judge the life and death of the people. In fact, they were just worse. It's a dirty beast.

The old emperor is dead, but the enemy is not dead. She bears the deep hatred of the family and returns to the capital. Without the right, she is nothing. Without the emperor's trust, she can't shake the ministers like old monsters.

Today the emperor likes what she finds for him, what the emperor likes to listen to, she will say anything, but still not enough, she is isolated and helpless, still a woman, the emperor can not truly trust her, what should she do? ?

The ghost is obsessed with the heart, she is talking about it.

She couldn't leave behind thirty-six lives, so she chose to abandon another life.

It seems to be worth it, thirty-six to one, really worth it, right?

If it's worth it, why does she always grab her skin and flesh with her five fingers in the dead of night, wishing to tear off the skin of her body, and look at the **** inside, what disgusting and terrifying object is? Woolen cloth.

Love is an unattainable luxury for Qi Zhen. It is something she doesn't deserve. She approached Zi Ling from the beginning to take advantage of her. She believes that she can poke mercilessly like countless times before. The next cut, and then was stained with other people's blood, and retreated all over.

But the truth is, she can't.

After all, the emperor trusted her and handed over all the power to her. She avenged her family and completely eradicated the people who had harmed her family or caused her family to fall into trouble. It only took two months. .

The so-called tree fell and the humiliation scattered, the capital changed overnight, the prime minister covered the sky with only one hand, and the scenery was infinite. People who watched the wind prepared gifts to visit the prime minister, but no one was seen. At this time, the palace said With the screams of embarrassment, the emperor who had been on the throne for a few years finally died tragically in the hands of the prime minister whom he supported.

This time it was not just the capital, but the country was in chaos. When people finally remembered and went to find the prime minister, they couldn't find her.

And in a hidden cave on the outskirts of the capital, in the remaining marks of the formation, a woman lay beside a dead bone with blood on the ground. She was covered with wounds cut out with a knife, but it was not enough.

She slapped herself with a knife, and she muttered in her heart, "Not enough, not enough...too little..."

The flesh and bones fell a little bit, and when a person was dying, the pain would become vague. When there was a cry, the dagger fell to the ground, and she could no longer hold the knife.

She exhausted her last strength and wanted to hug the dry bones beside her. She had clearly reached the edge of the dry bones, but she did not have the next move.

Keeping this kind of action, with those hollow and desperate eyes open, her chest stopped breathing.

And her gaze was still on the dry bone that she didn't dare to touch anymore.

I'm so unwilling...

After closing his eyes, the emotions of the year seemed to occupy his mind again. After a long time of relaxation, Qi Zhen opened his eyes again.

She came silently, and walked silently, and shortly after she left, the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.