This benefactor is not too cold

Bai Zhi took a sip of the wine, and a hint of spicy rose from the chest.

It was ridiculous to think that maybe when the knot of the longevity lock was tied, this person would not be lost.

Bai Zhi was drunk, looked out of the window, it was already sunset and dusk, the fading sunset was intertwined with the falling snowflakes again, as if to say a grand farewell to each other, the dark traffic flow became blurry in the mist Brighten up.

The "Qi Zai" in his arms seemed to have sensed something, stepped on Bai Zhi's hand a few times, jumped down without a trace of nostalgia, and ran back to his nest with short legs.

Bai Zhi was stunned, feeling distressed that imported dog food was expensive, and the little white-eyed wolf I raised probably really didn't know how to write the word "protecting the master".

There was a strange fragrance in the air, like red plums blooming proudly in the cold winter, quiet and serene.

Bai Zhi's expression changed, and she looked at the person who appeared here without warning. What she could see was Ji Chen, the Lord of the Underworld who lived in the Netherworld all year round, but preferred to be dressed in white, thinking that she still didn't hide it.

A clear voice came, the sound line was as clean and cold as the snow water flowing down from the top of the snow mountain in March, without any emotion: "You didn't report the matter of the escape, and you encouraged everyone to lie to the owner later; Afterwards, you even stole the burning order without permission, are you guilty?"

Bai Zhi smiled carelessly, her mind was completely lost, and the anger and unwillingness that had been suppressed for a long time surged up: "Ah, I plead guilty, and I will punish you as you want, but how about adding one more..."

The two of them were already close together, before Bai Zhi could finish speaking, she lifted her eyes, reached out and clasped Ji Chen's wrist, pressed him against the wall, and bowed her head and kissed him without the slightest hesitation.

The fifteenth day of each month is the day when the Lord of the Underworld's mana is restricted, and it is only on this day that Bai Zhi can draw with him.

But it was only for a moment of indulgence, and Bai Zhi was slapped on the shoulder by Ji Chen who came back to his senses, and he also retreated.

After Bai Zhi was pushed away, he stood on the spot, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, and then chanted a few mantras, and suddenly there was fire around him, and the flames swallowed him bit by bit, Bai Zhi was bathed in the fire, his face became paler and paler, It is also becoming more and more transparent.

The nine karmic fires in the underworld are punishments for ghost messengers and dead souls that endanger the human world. Each of them is directly burned on the three souls and seven souls. Needless to say, it hurts, but the severe damage to the spirit body is even more unacceptable. Reversal, at the ninth level, the soul will be scattered, and everything will disappear.

Ji Chen watched from the side, and there was no intention of obstructing the whole process, Bai Zhi thought that he was indeed the ruthless and desireless Lord of the Underworld, with an indifferent expression on his face.

When the fire reached the seventh level, Ji Chen waved his sleeves to remove the karmic fire: "Sin does not lead to death."

The consciousness was burned by the fire, and some things became clearer. Bai Zhi's spiritual body was unstable, and she was a bit reluctant to stand, so she simply stretched her two legs and sat on the ground. Air and chill, that cold, like the new wind from the northernmost tip whistling over the icy snowfield, icy cold and biting.

He spent 200 years practicing the way of ghosts and became an envoy of Yangming, trying to stay with Jichen for a long time; but it took another 800 years to realize the reality: Jichen is just Jichen, not his Zhengze.

He was no longer the old-fashioned little guy who could turn red from ears to neck with just a casual joke or two, nor was he the stubborn little guy who was holding him tightly on the cliff and refused to let go no matter what.

There is no such a person in this world anymore, never again.

Bai Zhi suddenly lowered her head and smiled, took out a token-shaped object from her bosom, squinted her eyes for a while and threw it at Jichen: "I will return the Yangming Order to you, and you will return Zhengze." Give it to me, okay?"

Different from the careless movements, Bai Zhi lowered her eyelids and said in a very soft voice, "I miss him very much."

Ji Chen remained silent, just looking at Bai Zhi. For thousands of years, since he could remember, he had lived in the Netherworld. Occasionally, there would be ghosts who had lost their memory when passing by the Yellow Spring, numb and empty, but when those people Before the realm of reincarnation, but relying on instinct, hesitation, hope to see through, it is a kind of obsession carved into the bone, just to realize a few words "I would like to spend a hundred years with you, whoever dies at the age of 97, why wait for three years at the bridgehead "Promise of.

He couldn't understand human feelings, the kind of feelings that live toward death, don't ask the way back, and seem to burst out endless power at all times.Sometimes they live in panic and sometimes panic and fear. They worship the sky and the earth, offer sacrifices to gods and spirits, and deceive themselves and others with joy. So he thought that human beings are fragile.

But when they have someone in their hearts, someone they can't let go of, they will make actions that make Ji Chen unbelievable because of this indelible affection.

Zheng Ze's life is completely preserved in his memory, while Ji Chen is just like a passer-by, quietly watching the young monarch from birth to death, and the other person from the initial shock to the estrangement afterward. To the end of life and death.

Everything is divided into two poles, the extreme of love and the extreme of infatuation are the extremes of hate and anger. In the world, decades ago, in the eyes of Ji Chen, it was just a sleepless night, until the person in the dream appeared grandly in the Ten Mile Palace. Across the many steps, he asked with a smile: "It's so high up there, is it cold, do you want me to go up and warm your hands?"

Ji Chen was a little dazed, and then, Bai Zhi really stepped up the steps step by step. For souls without cultivation, the hundred-zhang steps in front of the Ten Mile Hall are like mountains of swords and seas of fire, and it is difficult to go up to the blue sky. Ji Chen watched Bai Zhi being beaten again and again. The strong wind that blew down mercilessly, and watched him pat the hem of his clothes and stand up and continue to walk up. After blowing down once, he stood up again, tirelessly, until death.

When he finally walked up, Ji Chen waved him lightly, then threw him down again, and said lightly: "Go to reincarnation, this seat is not Zheng Ze, and you shouldn't remember it anymore."

Normally, the souls of the dead would not come to see him when they entered Jiuyou and crossed the samsara. However, Jichen didn't know what was in his mind, so he let the messenger take him to the Ten Mile Hall. Tell yourself.

Bai Zhi just stood under the steps, looked at him, and then really went out.

The flowers on the other side beside the River of Forgetfulness bloomed and thanked, and when they thanked, they bloomed again. The flowers bloomed and the leaves fell, but they still continued to grow season after season.