No one in Qingqiu sent to be enshrined, she knew that once the fox fairy was expelled from Qingqiu, he would live in a bleak and desolate life, and no one would care about it.
It rained heavily that night, and the lantern that Qingyue was holding was wetted by the rain long ago, and her dress was tightly attached to her body. The cold rain flowed down her black hair to her face, and she couldn't open her eyes.
She went crazy and broke the door. She fell a few times all the way, her arms were full of black greens, and finally rushed to the mass graves full of bones before the night fell completely.
The desolate evening breeze swirled around the open fields. Above the dead branches, black crows screamed ominously. Those decayed corpses were shone by thunder, revealing pale bones.
Terrifying—
Even if she lived for hundreds of years, she had never seen such a scene.
At that time, her legs were so weak that she could hardly walk. She knelt on the ground and climbed forward desperately. Regardless of the stench and fear, she opened one corpse after another.
There are too many corpses in the mass graves, and as long as it has been raining, she has been looking for it for a long time. Her clothes and skirts have long been contaminated with unknown things, and her hair is messy like a madman, and the branch crows "Ah, Ah—"the person called out all night, when the sky broke, she finally found the Lingruo.
Qingyue cried with joy.
After that, her body became completely stiff, and she tremblingly lifted the tattered mat wrapped around her body, Lingruo's pale little face was painful, but the clear sky after the rain did not reflect in her eyes, she went with her eyes open. , Boss with a bulging belly.
She died without waiting for the beloved man to turn her head back.
Even the hopeful child went with her.
She lay on her corpse, which had been stiff and cold for a long time, crying, and a sorrowful whimper spread out for several miles.
Occasionally a few tourists who had to pass by were also frightened by her miserable despair, like a female ghost, and fled.
Later, Qingyue cremated Lingruo's body and rushed to the Qingqiu Mountain with her ashes, where she knelt for three days and three nights with nowhere to enter.
She regretted it very much. If she had been a little bit cruel and didn't let her go when Lingruo begged her, perhaps nowadays, Lingruo is still a lofty fox fairy, loved by all the elders of the clan.
Then there is no end to the tragic death, and he is troubled by all the mundane things.
Su Kui later learned that Qingyue's only wish in exchange for giving away his soul was to stop Lingruo from repeating the same mistakes and to be burdened by love|love.
Such a fresh and refined desire can be said to be unprecedented in her past experience.
Qingyue didn't ask Su Kui to kill Yun Feimo to avenge Lingruo, but she knew in her heart that everything was just Lingruo's willing moths to fight the fire. This was the case with men in the world. She herself couldn't really understand it.
Can't blame others.
In the next life, she only hopes that Lingruo can be well and never meet the man who ruined her life.
As for the rest, let it go—
Seeing that Lingruo's 100-year-old birthday was approaching, and the plot was about to begin, Su Kui was filled with sorrow.
The rain outside the window was still fading, and she stared blankly at the door of the old house in Huaxiang opposite, the two red lanterns that were seriously faded and were blown by the wind in a daze.
The days passed for too long, and she became lazy, but after a while, she yawned and kept yawning, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.
So, she simply obeyed her own mind, dangling about the embroidered shoes, and swaying back to the one that had just left, still with the remaining warmth.