She also saw from a distance that the girl’s parents disliked the child as a baby girl, and secretly threw her into the mountains in the cold winter and let her fend for herself.
She followed quietly, the little poor baby was really like a cat, even the cry was small, her face turned purple from freezing, and her cry became weaker and weaker, and she almost froze to death in this snowy winter. . It was Min Rou who secretly wrapped her in a cotton coat, and she finally managed to reach Mo Yan.
She sometimes wondered why Qin Yue, as a fairy, would have a relationship with Mo Yan. The two had a huge difference in status and a world apart.
Now that she ended up in this way, I don't know whether it is to blame Qin Yue for being too foolish, or to blame Mo Yan for knowing that it will harm Qin Yue, and still insisting on going his own way.
**** This kind of thing, she has always been impenetrable, if she can penetrate, how can she struggle in this world of red dust for more than two hundred years.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile. This is also a causal cycle, right? Perhaps Qin Yue should have died that day, it was her self-assertion that made her alive. So, in the New Year eighteen years later, Qinyue was drowned alive before her eyes.
Born in the cold winter and died in the twelfth lunar month.
Min Rou pushed Qin Yue's cold and stiff body to the shore, and she climbed up and sat down, resting her head on her lap, looking at her dazed by the cold, purple face.
She was kind by nature, even if she became a ghost, she never liked killing and death.
She prefers the lively and popular Yangjian. Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she carried her palace lantern, which never left her hand, and walked from the streets of Luoyang to the end of the street. It's a pity, there are always people who can see her and find a Taoist priest to arrest her.
In fact, she has no intention of harming human beings, but people can't tolerate outliers.
She was silent for a long time, and the thoughts in her mind turned into a Buddha's name: "Amitabha..." Min Rou folded her hands together, her closed eyebrows were indescribably solemn and dignified.
It’s strange to say that she has been a ghost for more than two hundred years, and the obsession in her heart has become her devil, but she has no devilish energy in her body. The whole person is peaceful and cold, just like when she was alive, even between her eyes. Brought some Buddha light.
These are just Min Rou not knowing it, she only faintly felt that later, those Taoist warlocks who had real Taoism would not be sharp anymore when they saw her, and sometimes they would say a few words to her.
At this time, her body was torn apart by a strong force, and the touched parts were burned by a strong devilish energy. She didn't need to open her eyes to know who was here.
"What did you do to her?!"
The man who gritted his teeth had scarlet eyes, and he clung to the unresponsive Qin Yue in his arms, his palms violently violently, enough to see how hard he was. He glared at him, eyes full of distrust.
Min Rou was hot in the eye sockets pierced by his gaze. She hurriedly avoided her eyes, but her heart seemed to be pulled by countless strange hands. The empty, icy wind blew through it, cold from head to toe.
She didn't get up, but just sat so lightly, without much weight. After a long while, she slowly raised her eyes and looked up at the man she loved. The pale lips trembled slightly, "Mo Yan, what do you think I did?"
Mo Yan stared at her coldly, without answering, just asking every word, "She's dead! Why didn't you save her?"