"Look at what's in the wooden box."

Qin Xi held her head, and although she was not crying loudly, she was trembling and did not move. He then unmoved the wooden box and whispered: "Zhenzhen, there are many paintings inside, and there is also a letter signed by Xu Rui."

When he saw her turn to look, he opened the envelope. Xu Rui's handwriting was as square and steady as the impression he left on Jimeng.

The letter briefly mentioned some things about the Emperor of Southern Wilderness. In order to write a storybook, Yao Gu pretended to be a meditator and stayed in the bedroom. After successfully escaping, she added fuel to the veil and wrote the storybook into a chapter and left it to the storytellers and gentlemen to play it out. Who would have thought that the Emperor of Southern Wilderness was furious and killed and blood flowed into a river. The storybook was banned and could not be circulated again.

Xu Rui couldn't help but have the meaning of Li Li in the letter. Emperor Nanhuang was like this, and he couldn't imagine how Ji Mengluo would look like when he returned to his hands. Therefore, he finally gradually accepted that she was with Linghu Yu, and at least every time he saw her, she was smiling.

But the good times didn't last long. When Zi Meng gave birth, Linghu Yu suddenly went crazy, as if he wanted to try Gu Lian to live. The letter read: "Every time I feel moved, I stab myself with a knife, and blood spreads all over the mattress."

The blood on Jimeng's body is all from Linghu Yu. The soul hiding cunningly until she gave birth, she was not able to release her thoughts to stop her. Si Nu's childbirth was already difficult, but she was about to die when she encountered this mutation.

Linghu Yu finally activated Gu Lian to give birth, grinding Jimeng's huge thoughts into needles bit by bit, and putting them into the fetal sea of ​​consciousness. Soon, he gave all his cultivation to the child. He did this thing to kill Jimeng with his own hands, and he did it very meticulously and focused, without any mistakes.

Just as he was about to put his soul into the last step, Xu Rui, as he had told him before, held the sword tightly, and once he found something wrong, he would behead him immediately.

Linghu Yu did not devote himself to the soul as his husband expected. He just did a move that he would do every day, gently pressing his forehead against Jimeng's bloody forehead. His voice was very light, but very steady: "We protect Zhenzhen very well, don't worry. I won't burn paper or erect monuments, I will go with you."

The divine power of Shengu Weiling was exhausted. He picked up Jimeng, who could not speak or move, left the stone house, and met the Emperor of Nanhuang.

The last bit of spiritual energy left him ignited the fire-starting talisman. Jimeng's body was quickly burned to ashes. He also died as he wished under the thunder of the Southern Emperor's heavenly thunder, shattered into a piece of blue gray, and entangled with her.

From then on, he will never be controlled by his husband and will fulfill his promise to go with him.

The child who devoted all the hopes of his parents was quietly taken away by Xu Rui. He left a letter in Ju Ling and handed it to her in the future, so that she could fully understand the past and write down her own doubts and speculations.

Every time Linghu Yu mentioned the controller of the soul contract, there was only the word "sir". Even under the protection of the dream, there was no way to indicate the true body of the man. Xu Rui guessed that the person who started should be his master, and only the master of the Taishang meridian could have such skills. Linghu Yu had been in one or two meridians. Then, the master was either the master of the big meridian or the master of the two meridians, and there was no one else.

The Taishang Vein is a huge immortal sect that is above the immortal sect. The master of the Great Vein and the Master of the Two Vein are the peaks above the monks. Without any evidence, Xu Rui can do nothing. The affairs of Linghu Yu and the favorite concubine are spreading in a mess in the world. This lingering and bloody old past can only sleep in the jade and letters, waiting for the discovery in the future.

Xu Rui kept his promise and Jimeng, and did not trap the child in Ju Ling Yutian. He would take her around the wilderness and see different scenery.

Qin Xi felt Linghu Zhenzhen trembled so hard that she couldn't help but lower her head and gently held her face. She cried as if she was about to breathe. She had never seen anyone cry like this, her face was full of water droplets.

"Sister Sister, don't cry, let's take a look at the painting."

He rolled up his sleeves to wipe her tears, then he bounced his fingertips, and a gentle wind blew up all the remaining papers in the wooden box, spreading them out in front of him. The mountains and ink were dyed, and the sky and the earth were left blank. The paintings on it were all about Middle Earth and water. Zhimeng and Linghu Yu traveled hand in hand.

"They have been in the same place." Qin Xi wiped her wet eyelashes, "I have never been separated."

The Emperor Nanhuang who was waiting outside the house heard the movement and said anxiously: "Can I see it?"

Qin Xi said calmly: "I'm afraid it's not what Your Majesty wants to see."

The door of the house was pulled open by the wind, and Emperor Nanhuang rushed in, and the immortal Zhe Dan followed behind. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the paintings in the house being held up by the wind.

"Is this a divine object deep in the valley to be a tomb?" The immortal Zhedan pulled up a stone house the size of a nail from the wooden box, and was both surprised and moved, "It turns out that Ji Meng has been to the illusion that was a thousand years ago."

Qin Xiqi said: "An illusion? Isn't it really a thousand years ago?"

"It's true and false. The deep valley is the ling, but it only gives the scene a thousand years ago, but it will not retain any cause and effect. That is to say, there is only one person in the world." The immortal Zhedan touched the small stone house in his palm. "This is a thing created by an ancient god named Ling. I heard that it was an extremely withdrawn god, but it seems that the divine power of the divine object has been exhausted and cannot be used anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emperor Nanhuang took his palm away from the jade and almost staggered back several steps. His face suddenly turned pale, his eyes also turned pale, and only a black pupil was standing up. Obviously, the demonic appearance appeared slightly under the agitation of his mind.

"How could this be..." he murmured, "Ji Meng was not forced by Linghu Yu... I was making her restless... I killed her?"

Qin Xi said slowly: "Linghu Yu is determined to die, and Your Majesty has fulfilled him."

Emperor Nanhuang stared at Yi Yu in front of him, remembering the long pursuit more than fifty years ago. He had the obsession with the determination to save Jimeng, but it turned out that he was a big mistake.

In front of him, the beautiful figure covered with black fog seemed to appear, standing on the deep and gorgeous corridor of the Huangdi Palace, like a flower blooming in the deep palace, waiting for his care and care. He always thought he had given her what he wanted, and he was angry that she refused again and again.

She never wanted it, so it was, so it was.

Everyone felt that the powerful demonic power began to accumulate, and circles of dark demonic clouds as black as giant dragons appeared and disappeared - no! The Southern Huang Emperor was trembling and he was really going to completely appear in the demonic appearance!

The immortal Zhe Dan spoke quickly: "Your Majesty, calm down. Everything is the past."

It is the past, but it is an unexpected past.

Emperor Nanhuang sighed to the sky, and several lines of tears rolled down his pale cheeks. No wonder she never came to her dreams. He even claimed to be protecting her, but in fact he was a sharp blade that persecuted her.

He didn't wipe the tears and turned around in a daze: "From the beginning to the end, it was all my fault."

He jumped up and suddenly turned into an immense and mysterious snake, roaring towards the sky until he could no longer see it. The shrill roar was still echoing in the clouds.

The immortal Zhe Dan sighed, turned around and looked around the ink paintings floating in the air, gradually showing a look of almost comfort, and said softly: "This is the painting of Jimeng, is it her beloved person? Have they been to Middle Earth?"

No, these must be the Middle Earth scenery described by Linghu Yu and her. Although they did not go there, they made a painting after making dreams, and the soul seemed to have been there.

Seeing thousands of mountains and walking thousands of waters, they are always together.

Linghu Zhenzhen finally stopped crying and whispered: "My mother has been to many places with her father and has fulfilled her wish."

The wind roared happily outside the window, pulling the wooden window squeaking, and the flower trees were blown down with heavy snow on the petals. The immortal Jiedan smiled happily, and tears flashed in his eyes: "Good! What a handsome wind! What a handsome wind!"

Xu Rui's letter was blown into his palm by the wind. He looked at it with tears for a moment and said lightly: "He is still like this, and he is committed to everything."

Linghu Zhenzhen asked, "Immortal Zhedan, uncle... Xu Rui is also Sishi?"

The immortal Zhe Dan shook his head: "He is a descendant of the ancient gentleman country. He has beenhaved properly and promised as heavy as a thousand gold medals from beginning to end."

He put the letter back into the envelope and asked Decihe: "Can you tell me about their affairs outside?"

That was a short but ups and downs.

Linghu Zhenzhen said it for a long time, and perhaps she had expected the ending to be tragic. The immortal Zhe Dan did not show any sadness, but only sighed for a moment: "I have never heard of this magical magic of the soul sage. I guess it was created by that gentleman. This person is so beautiful."

It is natural to be the master of the first and second meridians of the Supreme One and Two meridians. No matter which one of them is an immortal saint, it is no different from disaster.

Qin Xi rubbed his painful forehead and hadn't slept for many days. His brain might be tired and stiff. He really couldn't guess who the Immortal Saint was.

Seeing that it was getting late, the immortal Zhedan enthusiastically kept the guests: "It's getting late, why don't you stay in Juling Yutian for a few more days, and there are so many guest rooms."

Linghu Zhenzhen said lightly: "Can I live in my mother's house?"

"Of course, Ji Mengruo is here, I hope to get closer to my children." The immortal Zhe Dan is quite kind and kind.

Qin Xi looked at Linghu Zhenzhen's red eyes and asked gently: "Don't you need junior brother to accompany you?"

She said "um" and looked at the ink painting that had already been gathered on the table. She felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility in her heart, as if there was a sun in her belly, and the endless warmth washed everything, and her voice became extremely soft: "I want to be with them today."
Chapter completed!