"Why are you awkward?" He caressed her cheek, "I just met you after death, and the scenery is no different from ordinary people."
"But I've been dead for three hundred years, so I'm not much older than you?"
He chuckled, "I can't say that. In the beautiful memory, I have stayed in your most beautiful year. Time has never changed you. You are still that... the girl who just passed her age."
"You still can talk." She hugged his waist happily, feeling happy in her heart, but soon, she thought of a question, "That day... What is the cemetery we saw?"
"As far as I guess, it's a painful memory buried by the scenery. I checked the history books. Three hundred years ago, the 132 members of the Xia family all died in the flood caused by the dragon." Speaking of this, he After a slight pause, he kissed the corner of her lips pitifully, and said softly: "Scenery once set up tombstones for these people in her own world. After too long, you gradually forgot the names of these people. The names on the tombstones also disappeared, and those dolls..."
"I see." She leaned on his chest and closed her eyes, "I also made those dolls. I set up tombstones for every dead person and made dolls, but then... I put them all together." forget."
"this is not your fault."
"If it's not my fault... then why am I the only one who has become a ghost now?" She sobbed, "My parents are gone, why can they be reincarnated, but I have to wander around this world as a ghost all the time Woolen cloth?"
He patted her on the back, sighed and said: "To be able to become a ghost, it must have unfulfilled wishes, or regret, or hatred..."
"Really?" She blinked, "But I don't know if I have any regrets, or hatred..."
"It's okay, it's a good thing for you to forget about it."
"But... what are you talking about that can help me regain my yang?"
"I begged the patriarch." He smiled and said, "That is my master's master. He said he would help me, as long as I can find the elixir that can help you recover your yang."
Her eyes became foggy again, "You just lost a hand because you were looking for this thing?"
"Scenery, I found it." He said: "In the past, none of the people who entered the abyss could come out alive, but I just lost a hand. If we can be together without hindrance, we will get married, and you like children, then we will have another child."
"Can I really... Can I return the sun?"
"Of course." He lowered his head and smiled, and kissed her again, "If the scenery can't return to the sun, then I'll be a ghost to accompany you."
"I don't want it!" She grabbed his hand, "I want you to live, live well."
"We will live together." Pressing her back closer to his body, he whispered in her ear, "I promise you."
Mo Qing was injured. After all, he couldn't stay on the cold snow mountain for too long. After one night, Taoist Zhiwei went up the mountain himself and told Mo Qing to go back.
Mo Qing was very reluctant, he wanted to speak, but Zhiwei knew what he was thinking, and said directly: "You know, Linglongchi's aura is good for her, and letting her stay here is good for her. "
"Mo Qing, you should go back and recuperate first." Feng Feng smiled, "Come see me again when you recover from your injury."