The fortune-telling princess: Marry a thousand-year-old man

Stubborn.

He Guanyu said angrily: "My sister has already helped me pay off the debt of that life!"

Speaking of this, He Guanyu was heartbroken.

If this were not the case, why would Xiaoluer be conferred with natural spiritual power!

younger sister?

Confused, Congwu looked up at the face that he had hated for thousands of years, and asked cautiously: "...who is your sister?"

He Guanyu became angry when he saw this face, "Don't you know what you did?"

Congwu was confused, "The princess of Southern Xinjiang...is your sister?"

How is this possible?

They were enemies in their previous lives, how could they be brothers and sisters in this life?

No matter what his doubts were, He Guanyu stepped forward and grabbed Congwu's collar, saying: "I don't care why you still retain the memory of a thousand years ago, and I don't care how many sins you have suffered, but now, I am warning you, my sister Not that woman on the grassland, you'd better untie my sister's poison as soon as possible, otherwise, I will make your life worse than death."

Congwu Guang laughed regardless, "Haha...hahahaha...if it's not her, who else could it be? That face has been deeply engraved in my bone marrow. I can't forget it even if I want to."

At this moment, Cong Wu seemed to have put his own life and death behind him. He didn't even care when He Guanyu grabbed the collar on his chest, vowing to make the person he missed endure everything he had experienced!

He Guanyu said fiercely: "I told you, my sister is not the person you are looking for..."

Hearing this again, Cong Wu seemed to be going crazy, pushed He Guanyu's hand away, and said frantically: "Then tell me who she is? Who can she be, a woman with a face like that?"

He Guanyu couldn't bear it anymore, "You madman, are you so cruel to that woman?"

Finally hearing someone ask this question, Congwu laughed wildly, "Yes, I hate her. If it weren't for her, how could I die miserably? If it weren't for her, how could I be tortured in hell!"

He Guanyu snorted, "Then look what she has done for you!"

After saying this, He Guanyu took out a drop of blood from the black bird and threw it in the air.

When Goshawk was about to die, he took a piece of the woman's hair. At this moment, the hair had already been integrated into Congwu's bloodline.

As long as you get Congwu's blood, you can naturally see what the woman in the previous life did after Goshawk's death!

After the drop of blood stayed in the air for a moment, it slowly formed an image!

Cong Wu saw that the woman with the same appearance as Lu Wan Ning was digging a hole sadly in the heavy rain after Goshawk died.

This is the plan to bury the goshawk!

Congwu saw that the woman was crying while digging.

A rare heavy rain on the grassland.

It was as if the rain was intentional, meant to wash away the bloodshed caused by the war.

After the woman dug the pit, she carefully put the goshawk's body into the pit and said with tears in her eyes: "Don't go too far. My sister may come to find you soon."

Seeing this scene, Cong Wu was so heartbroken that it was difficult to breathe.

In that life, it was after hearing these words that he was reluctant to leave. He waited in that dark and boundless place for a long, long time, but did not wait for the person who was supposed to come.

Instead, the one who punished his soul came.

They tied his soul in chains, pulled him to the ground, and asked him to go back with them to receive the crime, but he was unwilling to wait for his sister.

Struggling desperately, even his body and head were separated, but he was unwilling to leave!

It was at that time that his grievances became more and more intense, until finally they were so heavy that even the black and white could not carry him, and he could only be allowed to wander on the other side of the River of Forgetfulness!

My thoughts returned and the picture continued.

After the woman buried the goshawk, she returned to the familiar grassland and buried her dead relatives one by one. She covered the wound in her abdomen and collapsed unable to hold on any longer.

Only then did Congwu realize that she was injured, and the injury was very serious.

Her abdomen was already bleeding, but Congwu didn't notice it when she was burying someone just now.

Seeing the woman lying in the heavy rain, her relatives had been buried, the woman showed a relieved expression.

His eyes gradually became hollow as he looked at the raindrops falling from the sky.

Congwu couldn't believe that her sister died at that time?

But why hasn't he met her?

"This is impossible. You lied to me. If she dies, there is no way I won't be able to see her!"

He had been waiting on that road for a long time and met many acquaintances, but he had never seen his sister.

He Guanyu glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and said coldly: "You'll find out if you keep reading."

Could anything else happen next?

Congwu forced himself to calm down and continued watching.

The scene in front of me changed again.

It was a particularly dark night. There was no grassland and no rain. It was replaced by an endless forest.

From what Wu saw on the screen, there was a woman wearing black clothes floating in the air.

She didn't seem to know that she was dead. She was extremely panicked when she saw that she was walking through the trees at will.

This is Goshawk's sister. Congwu knows it, but what is she doing? After a person dies, he should go where he should go.

Why does she seem aimless?

The screen turns.

This time the woman knew that she was dead and became much calmer.

However, for some reason, no ghosts or ghosts came to fetch her.

The woman just wandered around the world, and every time she met someone who was like her, she would ask the same questions.

"Have you ever seen a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old? He turned into a goshawk!"

Seeing the other party waving and shaking his head, she left in disappointment.

When she meets someone like her again, she will still ask the same questions.

"Have you ever seen a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old? He turned into a goshawk!"

The other party still shook his head.

The woman gradually became disappointed.

But she still didn't give up. When she met the same kind again, she would still ask the same question.

"Have you ever seen a little boy of twelve or thirteen years old? He turned into a goshawk!"

...

She didn't know how many people she asked this question until a long, long time later.

Gradually, she became numb.

Until she met someone of the same kind, but who knew a lot more than she did, who told her that maybe the person she was looking for had already been reincarnated countless times.

"After death, people are supposed to go to the place they should go. If they don't go to the place they should go, then something must have been taken away by people over there, and she can't find the way over there."

"If something important is really taken away by someone over there, no one will come to take care of it, because in their view, that person has already passed over there."

Hearing this, Congwu fell into deep thought, spread out a hand, and looked at the palm of his hand.

There, for countless years, there was a long hair!