On our wedding night, my husband changed!

The one-horned mandrill changed his appearance. He was dressed in white, with a peaceful and delicate face, and now looked like a gentleman, but his eyes were reserved and complicated.

Jiang Xinrui and the others never expected that the one-horned mandrill would look like this. It's not that he was judging people by their appearance, but it was really surprising. He was completely different from what people thought.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Xinrui seemed to understand that Yuan Jingmei would be tempted. The one-horned mandrill gave people a very peaceful feeling, making people feel comfortable and at ease when they saw it.

This is really surprising. After all, the one-horned mandrill is transformed from the spirit of the dead. If it weren't for the fact that the resentment cannot be calmed, how could it have such an obsession?

But the one-horned mandrill in front of me has turned into this appearance, which is really surprising.

No matter what others thought at this moment, Yuan Jingmei looked at the image that had been engraved in her heart, her eyes were extremely sour, and her heart was complicated and uneasy. She suddenly realized that maybe the two of them really were better off not seeing each other.

She was better off not knowing some truths. After all, if she didn't know, she would still be able to remember one kind. It was just an obsession that she didn't like, had no heart, and was cultivated. But now it was different. She heard some of his words. .

And she was also dead. She could feel her body getting lighter and lighter. That was when her life began to fade away. The last bit of her life was gone. She was almost gone too. She didn't even have the strength to take revenge, and she didn't know if she should. He should be sought for revenge.

After all, she is still stupid, right?

"Am I really going to die this time? I feel different. If you hadn't met me, or if you hadn't been on a whim that day and didn't let me go, and I was killed by you, these things wouldn't have happened, so in the end it's still I blame you, since you want to be a bad person, then you should be bad to the end, and you should keep some kindness in whatever you do, and harm others and yourself."

Yuan Jingmei touched the hem of the one-horned mandrill's clothes. It was the person she once imagined she could hug. Now even touching the hem of the clothes feels heavy to her.

After saying this, Yuan Jingmei slowly closed her eyes. She no longer wanted to hear or see, and her body turned into ashes little by little.

She was already dead, but she was a one-horned mandrill who managed to stay alive with her own cultivation. From time to time, she would eat people to keep her body alive, making people look full of life and popularity.

But no matter how much she disguises herself, she can't hide that Yuan Jingmei is already dead. Her body has long since rotted away, and the main support inside is also disappearing little by little. The body will naturally disappear with it. She is now just a shell.

Without strong magic power, Yuan Jingmei would not be able to live like a normal person for a few days.

While watching Yuan Jingmei disappear little by little, the One-horned Mandrill said nothing. No matter how many regrets or obsessions he had just expressed, he never expected to see Yuan Jingmei disappear in front of him like this.

Even the most important thing is Yuan Jingmei's words, every word is like a knife piercing the one-horned mandrill's heart.

He thought he was helping her. If it weren't for him, her life would be miserable. He thought those people wanted to harm her, but he didn't want everything to be different in her world. He even thought she was stupid. He couldn't understand anything. Now it seemed that he was the one who couldn't understand anything. He should also be the stupid one.

It was a waste of all those years of my life, unable to understand anything.

The one-horned mandrill held Yuan Jingmei's disappearing ashes little by little, with a mocking look in his eyes, which was directed at himself.