Spiritualist sweet wife

Ziteng's thin and sexy lips slightly closed into a straight line. In his eagle Falcon like deep black eyes, two dark and deep lights like Obsidian beads were projected.

After a pause, he sat back by the bed and held the warm, cold hand with his backhand:

"Right or wrong, never is the man who has the final say!"

"Is it right that we help Gu Cheng but want to hurt Liu anyao?"

Her warm eyes were a little red. Although she only knew about things until now, she could not help bursts of dull pain just imagining that a beautiful girl with a beautiful smile had suffered such humiliating and torture.

People say it's none of their business, but I don't know if she has been a psychic for a long time. She has more and more contact with them from another world. It seems that she can feel the same feelings about them.

Every time she learned the stories of those souls, she would be sad, as if these things had happened to her.

Zi Teng paused slightly:

"Nothing must be right! Nothing must be wrong!

You just need to remember that it's enough to obey your heart and don't do anything you regret! "

Obey your heart?

She looked at Zi Teng warmly, but she didn't know what choice her heart would make in this matter.

Seeing the warmth and silence, Zi Teng seemed to see through her mind and then said:

"If you don't know what you really think, try to ask yourself!

If I let you watch Gu Cheng die now, can you do it? "

After saying a word, Zi Teng immediately released his warm hand and slowly stood up. His slender and straight back stood by the bed, perfectly like a God.

"You're tired. Take a rest. I'll call you later!"

Then he turned and left the room.

Warm looking at the direction where Zi Teng's back disappeared, he pondered over and over what Zi Teng had said in his mind. In his dim eyes, there was a little light gradually.

She is really tired!

In fact, after waking up, I didn't rest at all, and then I saw the scene of Lin Feng and Gu Cheng, which was tangled by previous cognition. At the moment, I suddenly really felt that some eyelids were fighting.

Maybe she should have a good sleep!

Maybe when you wake up, everything will be different, and everything will have an answer!

……

"Hua Hua..."

The water seemed to collide with each other, gurgling past her.

The voice was so clear that it seemed to flow through her body, gently and warm her open eyes.

Although the light around was dim, it was not as dark as before and could not see anything.

Warm heart can not help but be surprised, quickly sat up and looked around.

Here

A spacious long river crosses in front of us. The river is covered with layers of curling black fog. A bridge made of black and cyan bricks and stones extends along the river to the other bank, but the river is shaking with bright red waves!

Where is this?

Warm found herself sitting in a small boat at this time. There was no one at the helm and nothing extra on the boat. She was the only one who swayed along the river and didn't know where to go.

"Where are you from? Where are you going?"

Suddenly, the voice that once appeared in her dream, regardless of men and women, began to ring in her ears. The warm subconscious turned around and looked for it, but found that there was nothing else except the river, the stone bridge and the red wolf.

"What do you want to remember? What do you want to forget?"

The sound was still ringing, as before, as if it came from all directions at the same time.

"On the other side of the yellow spring, return to Sichuan in three ways. The past dust is scattered, and there is no worry about dying!"

Hearing this sentence, a lot of memories and pictures suddenly appeared in my warm mind like a sea wolf, one by one, messy as if they were fragments.

"Who are you? Who the hell are you? Where is this?"

Those fragmentary memories made her head start to ache violently again, but the warmth still didn't give up. She bit her teeth and shouted a few words from between her teeth.

And the voice, which did not distinguish between men and women, still talked to himself, like asking for warmth, or telling himself, calmly repeated:

"Would you like some soup?"

Suddenly, the fragmentary memory fragments in the warm mind began to freeze.

That's a picture!

In the picture, she saw a thin figure, dressed in a black cloak to the ankle, standing at the end of a bridge, holding a teapot that seemed to be rusted, and pouring muddy liquid into a bowl in front of her hands.

And that bridge is the one across the river and extending to the other bank!

The river is still shrouded in thick and unbreakable black smoke, like poisonous snakes from hell, shaking their smooth and dexterous bodies, swimming and flying on the river, stretching out ferocious and bright red snake letters from time to time, mocking her wantonly on the river.

The boat rippled to the river unknowingly. It was warm. Inadvertently, it looked at the shaking red waves along the river, but it couldn't turn away any more.

That piece of red is actually a dense flower!

The perianth is like a needle, rolling outward and extending, with wrinkled edges. It is bright red like human blood, but you can only see the flowers, but you can't see the flowers and leaves.

They moved in clusters and clusters without wind. From a distance, they looked like a wave, shaking left and right.

Warm convinced that she had never seen this kind of flower before today, but she didn't know why. At this time, she could clearly call the name of this kind of flower——

At that time, flowers bloom, death calls, and seven emotions disperse on the yellow spring road.

This is the flower of the yellow spring on the Yellow Spring Road, manzhushahua! Also known as the other shore flower!

There are flowers blooming on the other bank, a river shrouded in black smoke, an endless river, a stone bridge piled with bluestones and extending to another world. Here is

Huangquan Road, santuchuan!

Warm stared a pair of eyes, looked around incredulously, and made sure she didn't read it wrong and missed any details.

But why did she come here?

To huangquan and santuchuan, does it mean that he has died? Does it mean that she wants to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup, forget the past and reincarnate?

But where is Meng Po? The master, who could not distinguish the voices of men and women, had been asking in her ear if she wanted to drink soup, was she Meng Po?

no incorrect!