Fast Transmigration: Save Him

Why does this sound so like Zhou Yichen?

Qing nine wonder, now can only wait for that person quickly son this red cover to lift, let her see in front of this person look like.

The man sighed heavily. His long fingers pinched the corner of the hood and pulled it hard. The red hood fell to the ground. Qing Jiu saw the man clearly.

Isn't this Zhou Yichen? However, he is a little more haggard than Zhou Yichen.

"Look, Qing Jiu, do you like the layout? I'm all in your favor, isn't that good? By the way, you can't speak yet. Yes, the Taoist said, "you can't speak until July 49." He was incoherent and grinned for a long time. Qing Jiu didn't hear the laughter, but he saw that his eyes were red.

Is this man going to cry? From his words, Qing Jiu can roughly infer that the man's sweetheart died. He found a Taoist priest, didn't know what magic he used, and then called his soul back.

"Dong Dong Dong." A knock on the door broke the strange atmosphere in the room.

The man's original tender eyes immediately like ice, Qing Jiu seems to see a trace of killing in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" He stood up, turned his back to Qing Jiu, and asked harshly.

"Master, husband... The second and second ladies said that the guests were waiting for master in the hall! Master... "The servant girl stammered. She just came into the house three days ago to wait on her. I heard that the master had been moody since the death of the eldest lady. Once, a servant accidentally cleaned the eldest lady's room and was killed by the master.

Today, if the second lady hadn't accompanied her, she would never have dared to come here.

"Go away! Can't she handle such a small matter herself? Go away He said in an angry voice, because Qing Jiu was in the room, his voice was much lower, but it still made people clearly feel his anger.

"Cheng Qing, the guests are waiting for you!" Yang Xuanyun couldn't help talking.

"Go away! Don't let me say it again! The maid outside the door, take your master Fu Chengqing no longer had much patience. He held his hand tightly and his joints were white.

"Fu Chengqing! Are you crazy! You can't come back from death! Three years, three years! It's like you're possessed. Do you really believe the words of that warlock? Is Qing Jiu the one he revived? What kind of monster is sitting in your room now! Why don't you wake up! She's dead long ago! How can she leave at ease when you are like this? Don't you promise that she will live well? " Yang Xuanyun kneels outside the door and cries hysterically. She doesn't want to let Qing Jiu come alive, but she has life and death. How can human power turn it around.

"Second lady, let's go." The servant girl knew that the master was angry. If she didn't leave, she was afraid that her life would be ruined. She quickly reached out and pulled Yang Xuanyun out.

"Let me go! Fu Chengqing, wake up... "

It took a while for the door to be really quiet.

Fu Chengqing drooped his head dispiritedly, reached out and pinched his nose, squeezed out a smile, and turned to Qing Jiu.

"You're scared, aren't you? Don't be afraid. I'm here. " Fu Chengqing squatted in front of Qing Jiu and held her cold hand with a frown.

"Why is it so cold?" Fu Chengqing bowed his head and breathed into the palm of Qing Jiu's hands, trying to make them warm up.

"I don't believe in the way of heaven. I only believe in myself, Qing Jiu. You know, it took me three years to find a Taoist. He said that there was a way to revive you. He said that your soul was floating all the time and it was easy to call you back." Fu Chengqing put his face on the palm of Qing Jiu's hand and looked up at her expressionless face, showing a satisfied smile.

Qing nine suddenly had a strange feeling, that is a familiar feeling.

"Do you remember me? The Taoist said that you may not remember me, but it doesn't matter. I just remember. Remember, my name is Fu Chengqing. " He laughed to tears and raised his hand to wipe it carelessly.

Fu Chengqing?

Qing Jiu's brain suddenly flashed countless pictures, are in front of this man's face.

"The Taoist priest also said that we all have bad karma from generation to generation. I don't believe this. We are clearly blessed." Fu Chengqing rarely shows his childish appearance and stares at Qing Jiu's face all the time.

"It's like a dream. I'm afraid that you will disappear in the blink of an eye." Fu Chengqing said cautiously, clenching Qing Jiu's hand, his leg squatting numb also didn't notice at all.

He wanted to look at her like this. For this moment, he had been waiting for three years.

Qing Jiu can't describe her mood now. She doesn't seem to know who she is.

She recalled her previous dreams. They had the same face, the same voice, but different identities.

Qing nine feel in front of a blur, two lines of tears from the eyes.

"You, why are you crying? I'm sorry. Did I make you cry again? " Fu Chengqing was at a loss. She took out a white handkerchief from her arms and gently helped her wipe away the tears on her face.

"Qing Jiu, when you're ready, I'll take you to play, OK?" Fu Chengqing folded her handkerchief and put it back in her arms. She sat down beside her and took her into her arms.

A light sandalwood floated into Qing Jiu's nose, which was a kind of reassuring taste.

"What's more, I planted a lot of flowers in the backyard. When they bloom next spring, I'll take you to see them; There's one thing I want to apologize for. I don't know what you like to eat. When you're ready, can you tell me yourself? I will remember them all. " Fu Chengqing murmured to himself, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. The peach blossom eyes were as tender as water.

"Anyway, we still have a lifetime..."

Suddenly, a white light flashed, and a crack appeared in the room. Then Qing Jiu felt that Fu Chengqing had disappeared.

"How are you, Qing Jiu?" Zhou Yichen jumps in from the crack and sees Qing Jiu in the bright red wedding dress. He is slightly stunned. There is a feeling that he is not at the right time.

"Come and help me, why are you still standing! I can't move! " As soon as Qing Jiuyi opened his mouth, he could speak!

"Oh, here I am." Zhou Yichen came back to Qing Jiu and saw that there seemed to be a boundary around her.

Zhou Yichen raised the chopping sword and waved it gently to the border. The border broke.

Qing nine feel the body seems to get rid of the shackles, gasped for breath, one hand on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes.

"How are you? Let's go out first Zhou Yichen always feels that there is something bad around him. He reaches for Qing Jiu's arm and goes out quickly before the crack disappears.

Before he left, he saw the character hanging on the wall. Isn't that his handwriting?

Back from the crack, they fell directly into the snow.

"Cough, cough, cough." Qing Jiu fell face down, his mouth full of snow, almost choked.

Zhou Yichen fell directly on his back on the snow. He was still worried about the picture he saw just now.

Qing Jiu sat up and coughed a few times. Then he looked at Zhou Yichen thoughtfully, but he had seen it carefully. He didn't think he had seen it before.

"What are you looking at?" Zhou Yichen was embarrassed by Qing Jiu, and he tilted his head to one side awkwardly.

"Zhou Yichen, did you just enter the dreamland? Ah, what is your dreamland? " Qing Jiu moved to Zhou Yichen and asked curiously.

Zhou Yichen recalled Qing Jiu in the dreamland. He flashed a blush on his face. He just turned around and said, "no, nothing."

"It's nothing. Your face is red." Qing Jiu curled his mouth and pretended to be displeased. "Stingy, you've seen me, so I can't know what you are?" She snorted and turned around, with Zhou Yichen's back to his back.

"In my dreamland, I see me, the girl I like." Zhou also Chen some awkward of say, the corner of the mouth rises.

"The girl you like? Why have you never said that? Who is it Qing Jiu's curiosity was picked up again.

"You don't know." Zhou Yichen didn't want to say more. He stood up and patted the snow on his body. "The rattan is in front of him." He stepped forward.

Qing nine in the heart a little not taste, bit to bite a lip, stand up, follow in week also Chen behind.

"Jealous?" Xiao Bai asked.

"Of course not. In this world, he and I are not qualified to talk about love. " Qing Jiu took a breath, walked a few steps quickly, followed Zhou Yichen, and walked side by side with him.

They carry the safety of the world on their shoulders. They were not born to live for themselves.

"There seems to be no road ahead." Zhou Yichen stopped and looked up at the front.

"That means Li Teng is down there! In this way, I... "Qing Jiu wanted to say that with her own whip, she remembered that she couldn't summon her at all.

"I'll see first. You wait here." Zhou Yichen didn't know why she wanted to say nothing, but his intuition told him that it was better for him to go and have a look first.

He walked slowly to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Dozens of feet away from him, there was a vine full of emerald green leaves.

His heart beat a few times in the chest, as if to say: "this is rattan."

Even the sword in his hand trembled slightly.

"Qing Jiu, come here." Zhou Yichen took out a rope from his baggage and tied one end of the rope to his waist.

"You take this end. I'll go down and take the rattan." Zhou Yichen put the other end of the rope into Qing Jiu's hand, and then handed her the chopping sword.

"Well." Qing Jiu took the rope, and then put the chopping sword on the ground. It was like knowing what to do, and it was firmly in the snow.

Qing Jiu's heart is very happy. I think it's because many of the dead have left just now.

She knelt on the ground and tied the other end of the rope to the chopping sword, indicating that Zhou Yichen could go down.

Zhou Yichen nodded, and slowly approached Li Teng.

It should be more than a foot long, with light blue light and green leaves.

Zhou Yichen felt that the distance was almost over. He called out to Qing Jiu, and then extended his hand to Li Teng.

His hand was bounced back when it touched the pale blue light.

Zhou Yichen frowned and stretched out his hand again. This time, he directly grasped the dark brown vine.

Was it to make sure that this was its owner?

At this time, Zhou Yichen didn't want to do more thinking. He pulled his right hand hard, and the rattan was pulled out. In an instant, it became a small section, lying in his palm.

"Qing Jiu, pull me up! I got it! " Zhou Yichen called.

Down the mountain.

Xue Lin sat by the river, with a stick in his hand, patting the water with or without a stroke.

Suddenly there was a cry of sadness in his woods, and then a heavy sense of oppression came towards him.

All the dead on the mountain have come down.

Xue Lin threw his stick into the water and looked back.

The woods quieted down for a moment, and all the dead were gone.