My soul can rest on the way of heaven

Other old ghosts were also locked up at home by family members and pondered.

It was supposed to be a happy holiday, but it turned out to be a hard time.

Of course, not every old ghost is so miserable, and the old sword god senior Li Chungang does not have such troubles.

At this time, he had just finished watching the concert of the goddess of the city, and then came to the white man's house, sipping wine and eating food happily, and he was a little happy: "Sure enough, the food of the white house is the most delicious, it can be called the best taste in the world!" It's a pity that such a delicacy is so delicious, the old guys can't eat any of them, haha..."

Remembering what happened to those old guys, he gloated.

Their concert tickets were booked together, the seats were connected, and as a result, when the concert was held, the surroundings were empty, and he instantly understood that it must be the group of guys who were detained by the family and were being trained.

At the thought of this, he laughed so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

It is cool to spend money in normal times, and now retribution is coming.

"It's still the most comfortable to live alone!" The old sword god drank a glass of wine again, cup after glass, looking happy, but he couldn't hide the gloom in his eyes.

This group of old ghosts at least has a home to go back to, and a family to scold, but what about him?

I'm still alone!

On this day of reunion, he remembered the cyan figure again, and fell into his arms with a mournful expression...

My heart couldn't help but tingle slightly.

"Yes, I will rescue you soon, wait for me..." the old sword god muttered.

Now he has cultivated into a ghost immortal, which can be called a god and demon. Although it was still far from the innate god and demon, he believed that he would reach it at least one day, because he was the sword god Li Chungang!

As for cause and effect?

Why is his sword god afraid of cause and effect?

The old sword god drank three more cups, and his mood was relaxed.

At this moment, he saw a small black and white cute thing next to him slowly squirming towards him.

Lying on the table like a child, looking at him with his big head raised, mainly looking at the wine in his hand, sucking his nose fiercely, fluttering and fluttering.

The old sword god asked, "You want to drink too?" "

The panda nodded vigorously, revealing a cute smile.

"Children can't drink, go play!" The old sword god hid the wine in his arms, this is his treasured wine, he is usually reluctant to drink it, but today he took it out and drank a small cup.

The panda was dissatisfied and held up the sign: I am older than you, I am your grandfather Xiong, grandson!

Old Sword God: "..."

"But you have become a Buddha, and a Buddha cannot drink wine drops!" An excuse.

The panda body bloomed with a strong Buddha's solemn appearance, and raised the sign: Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha sits on his head! So Buddha can drink wine and eat meat!

"Who said this, that responsible?" The old sword god protected the wine and said.

The panda did not hesitate to hold up the sign: "Come to Buddha!"

As long as there is a chance, this person will not stop calling the Buddha black!

"Okay, I'll let you taste it, no more!" The old sword god reluctantly took out the wine and poured it for it.

The panda was happy and held up the sign: Donor, you are a good person, Buddha will bless you!

Smelling the wine in the bowl, the panda was intoxicated.

..................

At this time, there is another person who tastes loneliness.

He is Ye Yicheng, who is known as the first goddess of ten thousand worlds.

He just came back from the performance, looked at the lively people and ghosts outside, listened to their laughter, felt unprecedented emptiness, loneliness and cold, kept pouring wine and drinking, half-drunk and half-awake laughed: "The excitement is someone else's, loneliness is always your own..."

Watching others in pairs, even if there is a day of reunion between yin and yang, and he and his lover are under a blue sky, they dare not know each other every day, and they feel extremely miserable.

Next to him is a book "The Legend of Wukong", which is often picked up by him and flipped through, and it is already about to rot.

Because he feels that the love between the Tang monk and the little white dragon in the book is written about him and that her.

And he is the little white dragon, disguised every day.

I wonder if "she", as a Tang monk, has already recognized him?

"I shouldn't have recognized it, otherwise she would have disliked it!" Ye Yicheng smiled bitterly, because sometimes even he disliked himself, obviously a big old man, but disguised as a woman to please men, who can understand the torment in his heart?

At this moment, Lai Mengmeng appeared.

Looking at Ye Yicheng's drunken appearance, he rushed over very worriedly, took the wine in his hand, and picked him up: "Yingcheng, don't drink anymore, you have drunk enough..."

"Don't stop me, I still want to drink, I still want to continue to drink, if I don't drink, my heart is uncomfortable..." Ye Yicheng wanted to grab the wine.

"You really can't drink anymore, look at what you look like now?" Lai Mengmeng blamed.

"There's just a person left, what else? Anyway, living is also suffering, simply drink to death! "

"How can you beat yourself up?"

"I don't want to do this either, but I..." Ye Yicheng shook his head bitterly: "Mengmeng, you won't understand my suffering..."

"Why don't I understand? Actually, I always understood! Lai Mengmeng said faintly: "Yi Guo, how long are you going to hide from me?" "

Ye Yicheng snorted, and the alcohol in his whole body dispersed.

Pretending to be ignorant, he asked: "Mengmeng, what do you say?" Why are you calling my brother's name, do you miss him again? "

"Don't pretend, you are Ye Yiguo, you are also Ye Yicheng, you are the same person at all!" Lai Mengmeng tightly grabbed Ye Yicheng's hand and looked directly into Ye Yicheng's eyes.

"What are you talking nonsense, how come my brother and I are the same person?" Ye Yicheng's gaze dodged, not daring to look at Lai Mengmeng's eyes.

"Ying Guo, you really don't pretend, the appearance can change, but the temperature of your palm can't deceive people, I always remember." Lai Mengmeng continued to grasp his hand and gave him a firm look.

There was no way to hide, Ye Yicheng said bitterly: "Mengmeng, you... When was it discovered? "

"Just a few decades ago, when you grabbed my hand for the first time, I started to suspect. After that, I have been carefully observing and found that your brothers and sisters have never appeared at the same time, which is very abnormal. After that, I inquired about your news in the opera house, and there was very little news about Ye Yiguo, as if it came out of nowhere. After that, I have been observing you and found that although you are a woman, many habits are still different from women, but someone helps you cover up and fool the past... All things considered, it is more and more certain that you are Ye Yiguo. Lai Mengmeng was a little proud.

Ye Yicheng's heart was full of horror.

Unexpectedly, the disguise that he thought was seamless was actually seen by Meng Meng a long time ago.

This news made his mind empty, and he instantly lost the ability to think.

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