Love rival bows down to me [Quick Transmigration]

.It's a pity that every farewell is too fast, so fast that I don't have time to react," Ying Xiaoyu kissed Xu Zhixian's forehead lightly, and continued, "So you have to wait this time.Wait till I say goodbye to you. "

"You said before that you supported me to do what I like, even if that thing is dangerous, you will support me. And I think you can understand this time."

"Wait for me, I will definitely save you and come back. I will do what I say." Ying Xiaoyu promised, the long knife beside him sensed the master's burst of emotion, and trembled, "After all, Ying Xiaoyu still wants to Asking for a 20th birthday present from you."

"And when you come back, I have to discuss things clearly. Who is Ying Huansheng?" Ying Xiaoyu clung to the hand of the person on the bed, and laughed to himself.

Ying Xiaoyu closed the door, turned around and found that Ying Huansheng was already standing at the door holding the white porcelain jar of wine.

Perhaps Ying Huansheng overheard those words more or less, but Ying Xiaoyu still stared at her frankly.

"Have you finished what you want to say?" Ying Huan asked.

"Um……"

Ying Huansheng directly opened the door and strode in.

"Hey, you—" She completely ignored Ying Xiaoyu's astonished expression.

Holding the small wine jar, she quietly traced the outline of Xu Zhixian's facial features without saying a word.

Probably having seen enough, Ying Huansheng sat on the edge of the couch without a single wrinkle, and gently stroked Xu Zhixian's forehead hair.

Then, when the lid of the wine jar was lifted, the clear aroma of wine overflowed instantly.Wine, indeed, is good wine.

Ying Huansheng raised his head and took a sip of sake, but he didn't swallow it, but put it in his mouth, and passed it to Xu Zhixian with his lips.

The bitterness and slightly salty taste of tears covered the wine very abruptly, spreading on Ying Huansheng's tongue.

Xu Zhixian is now just a shell that has lost its soul, and will not even have a subconscious reaction.

She is like a cold container, forced to accept this sip of wine.

Ying Huansheng's heart seemed to have been hit hard, and a dull pain spread in her chest, shaking her whole body in pain. Her fingers pinching the edge of the wine jar trembled slightly.

This kind of pain is like the labor pain that women will experience every month, which makes her want to curl up and cry softly.

So she leaned over again, staring deeply at Xu Zhixian's sleeping face.

Immediately bent over, the sip of the warm wine was completely dispelled between the lips and teeth of the two who were close to each other.

"As I said, I will always be by your side. This promise will always count."

Ying Huansheng whispered close to her ear, and said the eight-character promise for five seconds.

These five seconds are so important, traveling through three worlds and maintaining the relationship between the two from beginning to end.

……

Ying Huansheng walked out with his head down, a slight redness remained around his eye sockets, Ying Xiaoyu noticed it, but didn't reveal it.

"When will you go to the underworld?" Ying asked with a smile.

Unintentionally, she caught a glimpse of wet marks on Ying Huansheng's lips, and bit down on the last word very hard, and her hand holding the knife couldn't help tightening.

It took a long time to endure the anger welling up in my heart.

At such a time, Xu Zhixian was lying on the bed uncertain of life and death, unconscious, and Ying Huansheng even wanted to take advantage of the danger.

Is she human?Does she have a heart?Does she deserve Xu Zhixian's liking?Ying Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and thought.

"After the third watch, when the moonlight is clear, drink the wine in the jar." Ying Huansheng handed the jar of wine to Ying Xiaoyu, interrupting Ying Xiaoyu's turbulent thoughts.

With the Fan of Mountains and Rivers spread out, she reappeared as the guardian Zuo who could see thousands of miles of mountains and rivers at a glance.

Six years of planning, eight years of dormancy, even if the chessboard is in disarray, the sky persecutes her, people coerce her, and even ghosts want to stop her.

But she will still persist, grit her teeth, and persist in swallowing blood.

"Where are you going?!" Ying Xiaoyu yelled at her receding figure!

"Go and deal with the follow-up matters." Ying Huan replied in a calm voice, the city is now in ruins, and there are countless things piled up on the desk that need to be dealt with urgently.

The surviving people need to be resettled, the damaged city gates and houses need to be repaired, and the unpredictable next crisis, as well as the actual situation of the underworld, all need to be investigated.

The... story of Huai Ying is probably not that simple, is it?

The concubine who was punished by posting officials 400 years ago is the same person as the proprietress of the hotel today.

Ying Huansheng stood on the top of the wall and looked into the distance.The answer will be revealed soon...

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In the middle of the night, there was a cool breeze, and the ghastly cold air subdued the skin of the two of them, and almost invaded the bone marrow.

Ying Xiaoyu ordered Bianzhi and Bianye to guard the door and not allow anyone to come in, as it would hurt the bodies of the three people who were out of consciousness.

Ying Huansheng felt that a sip of wine was much, much bitterer than the one in the afternoon.

She looked at Ying Xiaoyu's face with her eyes tightly closed, then looked at Ying Huansheng reluctantly, and then slowly closed her eyes.

The wine formed a hot current in the abdomen, spreading to the limbs and bones.A few seconds later, another gust of cold air rose from Tianling Gai, and the two of them shivered.

Both of them had a thin layer of frost on their eyebrows and hair, and their lips were extremely pale.

After a few minutes, both of them became motionless, as if they had become two sculptures.

When she opened her eyes again, Ying Xiaoyu saw a boundless thick darkness in front of her, which made her whole body feel cold.

Ying Huansheng handed out a pair of iron blue Kui ox masks to Ying Xiaoyu, and he put on a white jade "Bai Ze" mask. There was a long and thick single horn on the top of the mask. There is a bit of sacredness in the vagueness.

Ying Xiaoyu looked at the mask in his hand over and over again. The strange beast looked fierce and cruel, and there were two blunt marks of severed horns on his forehead...

The corner of Ying Xiaoyu's mouth twitched, and he said to himself unhappily: "Just keep the good-looking ones for myself, and let me use the ugly ones to scare people."

Ying Huansheng glanced at her from the corner of the eye, and said coldly, "Put it on, don't talk too much."

"Follow me." Although the two of them had already stepped on the ghost road leading to the gate of ghosts, they were surrounded by wandering ghosts.

But there is no guarantee that he will not be recognized by the messengers of the underworld.

Ying Huansheng engraved a formation on the mask that conceals the aura of the living soul. The living soul is different from the dead soul.The mask is drawn according to the appearance of ancient beasts, and it also has a deterrent effect on ordinary evil spirits, which can save a lot of trouble.

These ghosts, because of the different ways of death in life, the appearance of their souls after death is also very different.

Some stood upside down and walked on their heads, probably jumped to their death from the city wall; some stuck out their tongues and had bulging eyes, probably hanged ghosts; ;There are also belly ulcers and internal organs leaking out, probably poisoned to death by the enemy during his lifetime...

In addition, there were some more tragic deaths. Ying Xiaoyu couldn't bear to look at her eyes, and the nausea surged up from her stomach, so she simply closed her eyes and followed her along with Ying Huansheng's sleeve.

Ying Huansheng followed the crowd to the gate of hell, and the messengers from the underworld would order these dead souls to hand in the entrance fee for the gate of hell.

But the two of them are living souls entering the underworld, where can someone burn paper money for them?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-08-2617:37:10~2020-08-2823:55:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Jimo Qingming;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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The messenger before the gate of hell was pale, and his figure was as thin as a piece of crisp paper.

He stretched out his blue and white palm, and didn't say a word to the two of them, but just gestured with his eyes to pay the ticket fee.

Ying Huansheng took out six pieces of paper money and stuffed them into the envoy's palm. The envoy got the money and gave way to the two.

After passing the ghost gate is Huangquan Road.

Ying Xiaoyu asked Ying Huansheng in a low voice: "Where did you find the money?"

"It's stolen," Ying Huan replied, "or will it be conjured up for you for no reason?" She glanced at Ying Xiaoyu, and the white jade mask was shining brightly.

"Stole it?" Ying Xiaoyu said "tsk", "Unexpectedly, Ying Huansheng, you are such a person!"

"You'd better talk less." Looking around, many ghosts are staring at the two of them, Ying Huan said in a low voice: "Even if you talk, don't be surprised."

In front of them was a man in a black robe, who was out of place among the ghosts. His figure was very similar to the piper they were chasing before.

Ying Huansheng frowned and wanted to see him take a closer look, but unexpectedly saw him quickly disappear into the crowd.

Ying Huansheng closed her jade fan quickly, raised the hem of her robe and chased after him; Ying Xiao didn't understand why, but she knew nothing about the situation in the underworld, so she could only follow Ying Huansheng closely so as not to get lost.

Both sides of Huangquan Road are full of poignant and eye-catching red manjusawa, and the red smoke is entwined with only flowers but no leaves.

The Bianhua curses people not to meet each other from generation to generation.Ying's cheers passed by quickly, and he didn't want to take a closer look.

The man in black seemed to be aware that he stopped at the end of Huangquan Road and waited for the two of them.

"Who are you?" Ying Xiaoyu drew out a long knife and pointed it at him.

Before the man in black turned around, Jie Jie's laughter trembled: "Little girl, you are still too young." - Ying Xiaoyu's murderous aura has already attracted a group of ghosts to gather around.

There were a few faces in the crowd that were very familiar, they had seen them in the city.There are drivers carrying sedan chairs, maids in the prefect's mansion, and aunts who sell bean curds on the street...

There are also young soldiers, his eyes are empty, looking at them dully.

Ying Xiaoyu's hand holding the knife tightened, and he shot at the man in black regardless.She broke through a gust of wind and put the long knife on the shoulder of the man in black. The cold murderous aura caused the exposed hair of the man in black to fly.