Chapter 2 The Boss and the Coward

It was raining heavily outside that day, and a layer of white rain and mist splashed over the rubble and the green crops, like a misty white gauze.

Dusk fell and darkness fell in the distance. The young man came back with a hoe and pushed open the fence. Small puddles accumulated under the eaves. He hung his soaked bamboo hat and coir raincoat on the earthen wall and wiped away the moisture. Her forehead hair is wet, her pink cheeks are the color of water after work, and her eyes are as clean as washing with water.

There was only a dim oil lamp burning in the room. He saw his wife standing by the window watching the rain. Mr. Gu was dressed as "Gu Yi". He had the same face and body, but his temperament and posture were the same as before. Great changes have taken place.

Master Gu Jun's noble soul was raised in gold and jade in his previous life. Even if he is wearing a cheap and shabby green dress, his meticulously combed silk ink hair is simply tied up with a pear branch, his eyes are straight and his lips are red, they are like the bright moon. , extraordinary bearing.

After amnesia, the little sweetheart always felt ashamed when facing such a wife, and he often couldn't understand what she was thinking when she was silent.

But when his sad gaze inadvertently glanced at her belly, he had a sweet and shy look on his face.

He thought to himself: There should be some movement after these days.

He thought that he was "farming" every night and was busier than an ox.

"Ah Yi, I'm back."

Master Gu Jun turned his face, his dark eyes fell on him, staring at him for a long time, and then lowered his head.

"Master Gu Jun, my name."

Because it was raining outside, the water was covered with fog, and there was only a dim oil lamp in the corner of the house. She stood by the window, half of her face darkened by the light, as if she had a Buddha's face and a demonic coldness.

The little sweetheart was slightly surprised: "Wife, isn't my wife's name Gu Yi?"

She walked towards him: "Gu Yi is called by others, Junshi is my real name."

The wooden door behind Jiaofu was shaken by a gust of wind, and a chill rushed into the soles of his feet. Under the violent swaying of the fire, the shadows under her feet were twisting and rampant like an uncontrollable demon.

He finally felt something was wrong.

In the flickering light, he shrank uneasily: "Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

Gu Junlin paused. Her pupils were very dark, but her lips were pale. She was standing by the window just now, the cold wind was blowing on her face, her hair was stained with rain and mist, and her whole person had a kind of indifference that was so beautiful that it was cold to the bone.

"Because there is no time... Remember this name. If there is an afterlife, don't find the wrong person."

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit his abdomen, and he finally realized something. With disbelief and pain in his eyes, he grabbed her wrist tightly and slid to his knees.

"Why, why?"

She did not explain, but gently touched his tearful eyelids with a pair of cold hands, wiping them gently and meticulously, as if comforting and offering a memorial, but her eyes were always as calm as the cool moonlight.

He fell into a pool of blood with a blank look in his eyes, and even to his death he didn't understand why she wanted to kill him...

——

Master Gu Jun stood up and everything returned to that day.

Snap...

The window lattice and the loosely closed wood door made a clanking sound due to the strong wind outside. The sky was dark and it was pouring rain outside.

Creaking - the man who had been dead for more than two hundred years came back to life again. After returning home, he hung his bamboo hat and raincoat under the eaves. Seeing that there were no lights in the house, he thought his wife was resting, so he pushed the door in without knowing anything. Progress gradually overlaps with her vague memories...

So what if we do it all over again?

Her choice never changes.

Gu Junshi sat beside the bed with his eyes downcast and an indifferent smile. The cold and wet wind from the open door blew the blue curtain beside the bed. The little lady was preparing to find a fire and light a lamp outside when she suddenly felt a silhouette approaching from behind. She just turned her head.

, a snowy cold light flashed past.

puff--

"Why, why?" He fell to the ground, his raised eyes were as dull as a marionette's, and met Gu Junshi's downturned, playful and foggy eyes.

"I also want to know why..."

——

When he opened his eyes again, Gu Junshi found that he had been put back on again.

It was like she was trapped in a closed loop with no way out.

Sure enough, everything must be related to this little sweetheart of unknown origin, otherwise why would it be this day?

This time, she opened the door in advance. Fufeng leaned against the door and looked at the little husband returning from the muddy country road in the rain. The rain was too heavy and the sky was dark. He did not see his wife under the thatched eaves.

After inserting the gate into the fenced yard, he quickly took off his soaked rain gear.

He was wearing a thin Tsing Yi, with a waist as thin as a girl, and a plump figure. When he saw her waiting by the door, a sudden joy appeared on his face. He had a delicate face made of flawless jade, and his eyes were like stars.

.

"My wife——"

A cold edge cut through his delicate white neck, and scarlet spurted out.

Disbelief and sorrow flashed across his increasingly gray eyes.

——

How many times has this happened?

When Gu Junshi returned to this day again, the repeated scripts had made her numb.

She tried many ways to prevent the time from going back, but to no avail.

So this time she was not in a hurry to take action. She recalled that she had re-cultivated the immortal way again and again before, but found that every time she made corrections and changes, she was still unable to break through the void and ascend. It seemed that she was always missing the most crucial step.

She had spent more than a thousand years in repetitive and boring years. Finally, she guessed that there was something wrong with the "Dao Wu Jue" she had practiced at the beginning, so she found the blood-stained baggage again this time and found the book.

This time, she read it especially carefully, reading it word by word, and finally saw a line of small words that had been ignored at the corner of the page.

——Those who practice the art of love must first fall in love, overcome tribulations and fly to the gate of heaven, and then they can attain enlightenment.

When he saw this line of words, Gu Junshi was silent for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold back his cold lips and cursed ungracefully.

Grass!

To dare to fall in love with this stupid cultivation thing, you have to fall in love and kill the enlightened person when you are about to ascend?

Because she has been obsessed with ascension for thousands of years, Gu Junshi is determined to win it. Knowing the reason why she has been unsuccessful in ascension, she begins to think about the fact that she has been an ambitious businessman in her past life, but she is not good at relationships, so what should she do?

In love?

——

"No, don't-"

Liujiang Fusheng sat up from the bed, the fright in his eyes still lingering, and his chest kept rising and falling.

He frantically touched his whole body and found that he was not dead.

He was startled.

After all, it’s back again!

His whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and he covered his face with his delicate and delicate hands. The corners of his long, dark eyes were red, and he looked like he was crying but not crying, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He didn't know whether to cry or laugh at this time. He couldn't remember how many times he had been killed by that ruthless woman. His whole body had been stabbed. At first, he was unwilling to give in and wanted to ask her why, why she wanted to do this to her.

He is so cruel.

But in the end, he was in so much pain and despair that he was filled with hatred and wanted to kill her!

He once swore that if he was given another chance to be reborn, he would definitely kill her first, but it was a pity that he only had the memory of being killed in the previous life before he died in each life.

But this time, he was not dead yet, but he recovered his memory in advance...

He put down his hand, biting his nails nervously with his white teeth, his breathing quickened with excitement and trembling... Kill her, kill her, this time, he will never die in her hands again...

"Husband." A female voice as cold as a spring sounded softly in his ears.

Liujiang Fusheng's delicate body trembled instinctively, but a chill shot up from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
Chapter completed!