The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

Qinzheng Hall.

After Xiao Chenyan finished handling the government affairs, he felt a little tired. He was resting on his forehead, but fell asleep unconsciously.

Bai Sui gently served the tea to the side and motioned for everyone to leave first.

In a daze, Xiao Chenyan fell into a dream again.

He saw himself in his dream, or rather, Cang Ming.

At this moment, he had a feeling that this was not the first time he had seen this 'himself', but when had he met him before?

Why couldn't he remember it at all?

Almost without hesitation, the bloody spear condensed in Xiao Chenyan's hand and pierced the sky in front of him.

The next moment, severe pain surged from Xiao Chenyan's chest.

It felt like a big hole had been opened in his heart.

Cang Ming looked at him with an indifferent expression, neither happy nor angry. He ignored the bloody spear that penetrated his chest and walked towards him.

"I have killed myself thousands of times, but I cannot forget myself and cannot achieve enlightenment."

He raised his hand and hovered his fingers over the big hole in Xiao Chenyan's heart.

"I am you, you are me, you are the way of life, and this way has been accomplished."

"You will become me and become my way..."

Cang Ming's hand was about to touch Xiao Chenyan's chest. A red thread grabbed Xiao Chenyan's hand, and at the same time pulled Cang Ming's hand away.

Cang Ming tilted his head and stared at the red line on his wrist, seemingly puzzled.

The handsome face that looked exactly like Xiao Chenyan's made waves gently, and the next moment, Xiao Chenyan disappeared.

Only Cangming remained.

He looked at the red thread quietly, his golden and jade-like face showed no emotion at all, and his eyes were as deep as the sea.

He murmured softly: "Arosha Tian."

Every word, the tone is obviously lingering, as if calling for a true love, but the eyes are ruthless and not charming at all.

"It's really you."

My calamity.

My chance.

In Qinzheng Hall, Xiao Chenyan opened his eyes. He rubbed his eyebrows and wondered how he fell asleep.

It seemed like I had a dream before, but what was in the dream?

He couldn't remember clearly again.

Suddenly, Xiao Chenyan's eyes glazed over, why was it 'again'?

When was the last time you woke up from a dream and forgot it?

While he was thinking, he smelled a familiar aroma and looked up to see Qing Wu appearing next to him, frowning and staring at him.

"What happened to you just now?" Qing Wu moved her wrist, "The thread of cause and effect between us has moved."

Xiao Chenyan's eyes moved slightly, "I fell asleep."

Qing Wu looked him up and down doubtfully, stretched out her hand to pinch his face, and touched his forehead. Everything was normal until she tried to open Xiao Chenyan's mouth and check his teeth.

Xiao Chenyan pulled off her ghost claws and said solemnly: "Where do you choose the animals?"

"If the animals are as good-looking as you, why don't I choose thousands of them?" Qing Nu teased, then she started to hold his face and looked at him: "It's weird, I don't see anything wrong with it, either. No bad luck."

"What do you think?"

Xiao Chenyan thought for a moment, "There is something unusual. I seem to have a dream, but I forget it when I wake up. And this is probably not the first time."

Qing Wu lost her smile for an instant and said seriously: "When was the last time? Why didn't you tell me? Xiao Chenyan, when did you become so unconscious?"

Men know that they are wrong and do not make excuses.

"I was careless..."

Qing Wu was not unreasonable this time. She sat in his arms and said seriously: "You are so cunning and cunning. It is not normal for you to be careless."

As she spoke, she moved closer to him, touching her forehead with his.

"Shou Yantai, please relax, I'm coming in..."

Xiao Chenyan: "..." I always thought this sounded a bit strange.

He knew that Qingwu wanted to enter his soul to find out.

He never put his guard up against her.

Close your eyes and let Qing Wu do whatever she wants.

Qingwu's lips touched his lips gently, and as their lips and teeth connected, Qingwu's soul power penetrated into his body, and penetrated into the depths of Xiao Chenyan's soul with the scent of iris.

For the gods and ghosts, the soul is far more important than the body.

The soul is both the most powerful and the most fragile.

Qing Wu's soul power searched every corner of Xiao Chenyan's soul, trying to find any clues, but found nothing unusual.

It was as if she and Xiao Chenyan were really frightened.

And in the deepest corner of Xiao Chenyan's soul, even Qingwu's soul power could not search, it was like the 'dream' that Xiao Chenyan could never remember. That space still existed.

Cang Ming stood quietly among them.

After Xiao Chenyan's consciousness left, he seemed to have fallen asleep, but the moment Qingwu's soul power entered, he opened his eyes.

Cang Ming's expression remained unchanged until...a strange touch appeared on his lips.

He smelled the scent of iris, stained with cold snow.

The aroma enveloped him airtightly.

Cang Ming blinked slightly, and a stunningly beautiful face appeared in front of his eyes.

Cang Ming looked at the other person's features carefully, but he was not surprised. He never cared about foreign objects.

He had seen this face before.

It was only then that she had just been born from the netherworld.

From the moment she opened her eyes in the Netherworld, Cang Ming saw her. He was the first to catch a glimpse of her whole face across the sky and between heaven and earth.

From then on, he felt something.

His doom has come.

If you can cross it, you will achieve enlightenment.

If you can't, you will become a demon.

He had tried thousands of times to avoid this disaster, but it was inevitable.

Cang Ming raised his hand, trying to dispel the scent of iris that shrouded his soul, and also tried to wipe away the weird and unfamiliar touch on his lips.

Until the woman's muttering rang out in the fragrance of flowers and echoed in his soul.

"I couldn't find it..."

"Inkstone, your soul smells so good, I want to take a bite."

The voice said, and then actually did it.

Cang Ming felt a slight pain on his lip, as if he had been bitten by something.

He frowned slightly, and the moment he raised his hand, the pain and touch on his lips and even the fragrance around him receded like the tide, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never appeared before.

Did it really never appear?

Cang Ming raised his hand and wiped his lips lightly, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, thinking deeply.

"My way is to be supreme and forget one's feelings."

"The word "love" should be robbed on you. Do you want to forget you?"