The wall is perfect

In the lounge, Meng Shiping was struggling in a chaotic nightmare.

First, the joy of flying up to the clouds, followed by endless falling.

Mu Langqing held her up to the sky, and then smashed her severely.

She is suffering, she is unwilling to her...

"enough."

Meng Shiping heard a cold voice.

"this is not your fault."

"who is it?"

Suddenly a girl appeared in front of him.

She was wearing a short skirt and had a thin oval face, which looked exactly like her!

Meng Shiping was shocked: "Who are you? How can you look so similar to me?"

Girl: "I am you. To be precise, I am you after reincarnation."

Meng Shiping's mind was confused, "Are you me? Reincarnation? I'm dead...?"

"You forgot, but I remembered everything."

"Because the husband insisted on taking concubines, so he chose to hang himself in their happy life," the modern version of Meng Shiping showed anger on his weak face, "But do you know how difficult it is for a person who commits suicide to reincarnate underground?!"

Meng Shiping: "..." She felt absurdly accused by herself.

"During the hundreds of years I was queuing underground, I was never idle. I worked odd jobs everywhere and saved a lot of money to invest in such a good tire today. Why did you come out out of nowhere for no reason?"

Meng Shiping's face was full of absurdity, "Aren't you just me?"

"I am you, and I am not you. Let me tell you, your tragedy is not entirely due to being unkind."

The modern version of Meng Shiping said: "It's all the fault of the feudal society."

Meng Shiping: "?"

"In ancient times, women's social status was low, and they were not engaged in production. They were completely dependent on men. If he wanted to praise you, you were a treasure. If he didn't care about you, you would be treated as grass. It’s hard to jump out and look at the problem.”

"Sit down and let me explain to you carefully."

Meng Shiping sat down obediently.

"Mu Langqing wants to marry a concubine, you feel bad, you think he lied to you, don't you?"

Meng Shiping nodded, tears fell drop by drop.

"He is your only support. If he lied to you, you feel that you can't live, don't you?"

Meng Shiping sobbed. If Du Cheng could understand her words, then the "herself" in front of her was completely one with her.

The modern version of Meng Shiping saw the ancient version of herself crying and crying, and couldn't help but sigh, the reincarnation in the underworld is really unreliable, why can't reincarnation change her crying habit?

"But modern society is different," she said to 'myself', "if he changes his mind and falls in love with someone else, I will break up with him, and if he gets married, I will divorce him."

Meng Shiping raised his red eyes, "But...but since you already know you'll reach that point, why do you want to get stuck in it?"

"People will die one day, so don't they live?"

"I will still love someone seriously, but this time I won't let anyone destroy my ability to love again."

"I'm going to get hurt and hurt, and I'm going to get back up."

She touched the tears on Meng Shiping's face, and laughed at herself: "You didn't shed a single tear in the underworld."

Meng Shiping retorted, "You still cried for him."

She laughed, "So what, how do you know I'm not enjoying it? How do you know he didn't shed more tears for me?"

She pinched Meng Shiping's nose, "Do you want to try the feeling of controlling love?"

The moment Meng Shiping answered 'yes', hundreds of years of memories flooded into his body instantly.

Helped Meng Po in the underworld, helped direct traffic on Huangquan Road, and wiped the hook and lock for black and white impermanence.

Memories of beating workers in the underworld slowly filled my mind.

Meng Shiping felt that he had been sublimated in an instant.

Modern memories are also brought back together.

She met Makino in a car accident. It started with character and fell into talent. Her love with Makino is completely different from her marriage with Mu Langqing.

What Makino would do for her, Mu Langqing would never do.

Mu Langqing was always so lofty from the beginning to the end, his love for her was just like what 'she' said, it was pity and charity, what he gave, she received, he was full of sincerity and gratitude.

And Meng Shiping and Muye, even if they are separated and reunited, they have never experienced the pain of falling into the abyss like her. 'Her' crying, 'her' laughing, are all because of 'her' herself, 'her' I love myself very much.

Maybe 'she' was right.

It's not my fault.

It is the fault of feudal society!

"I'll give you a week to enjoy the feeling of freedom."

Meng Shiping in Muye's arms opened her eyes. Seeing Muye's flustered expression, she suddenly thought: "She" is no longer her. Will Muye still be Mu Langqing?

"Shiping, don't scare me." Muye tried to caress Meng Shiping's face with trembling hands, but Meng Shiping blocked his hand. Meng Shiping pushed him away, left his embrace, and sat far away from Muye. She said lightly: "We are not Already broke up?"

The air in the box was filled with a thick atmosphere of socialism.

Thank you: It should be said or not, at least, it should not be, it is not suitable to put slogans on the ancient wall.

Du Cheng, who was about to reveal his original shape, opened his eyes amidst a suffocating sense of oppression, but met a pair of familiar golden pupils.

And there are only two words written in the golden pupils - cannibalism.

Ah, no, eating monsters.

"Wo..." Du Cheng opened his mouth and found that his mouth was full, and immediately took the initiative to control his body. The scarlet letters on his face gradually faded, and his body quickly returned to human form. He burped slowly. , Looking up and spitting bubbles, I had a great time playing with myself.

Xie Tiandi: Ji Dada's face is so ugly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

"Hahaha," Xie Tiandi smoothed things over, "What a positive slogan, it suits him very well. I suggest that all the monsters in our bureau have a tattoo on their bodies, so as to keep pace with the times and absorb the power of revolution."

Ji Manzhai glanced at him.

Xie Tiandi's laughter stopped abruptly.

Thank you: I can't laugh.jpg.

Du Cheng was bubbling happily, his eyes completely narrowed.

Meng Shiping drank the wine first.

As soon as the lid of the foreign wine bottle on the shelf was opened with a "bang", the strong aroma rushed to the face, and Du Cheng's eyes were straightened at that time.

Meng Shiping only took a sip, and the spicy taste was unbearable.

Du Cheng only took a sip and went to the top.

good stuff!

Much better than water!

Fantastic drink.

Rice washing water is next.

Du Cheng was fascinated, and poured all the white and red bottles out of the dozen bottles of foreign wine on the shelf into his stomach.

At the end of the drink, he seemed to have entered a mysterious world.

He was lying in the warm spring water, the water washed over his body one after another, a boat was slowly swaying by, clusters of bright red flowers swayed gently with the wind, the special fragrance was intoxicating, snow-white butterflies surrounded him Flying past in front of him, a little bit of white powder fell, he sneezed lightly, the powder shattered his eyes.

Du Cheng really wanted to never wake up from that wonderful scene like a dream.

"Wow——" a handful of cold water splashed on his face, pulling him back from the wonderful dream in an instant. Du Cheng opened his mouth, licked the water stains around his lips, and stammered, "More, more... ..."

Thirsty, not enough to drink.

Xie Tiandi held the cup in his hand, thinking that he should untie his belt.

That little bit of water elicited Du Cheng's thirst like a primer. He opened his eyes and saw the golden pupils again. He subconsciously reached out and grabbed Ji Manzhai's suit.

There was a sound like breathing in.

Du Cheng stuck out his tongue, "Pour me some water."

Ji Manzhai: "Let go."

Du Cheng raised his tone, "Pour me water!"

Pretty domineering.

Xie Tiandi: ...Little monster, it's you who don't want to live.

Ji Manzhai's expression turned cold, and he said to Xie Tian, ​​"Go out."

Xie Tiandi tasted the meaning of infinite chill from these two short words, and went out without saying a word, closing the door intimately.

I just don't know if this door is of any use to Ji Manzhai.

In the room, Du Cheng was still tugging at Ji Manzhai's collar, because Ji Manzhai hadn't poured water for him, so he gradually forgot about it, and just stared at Ji Manzhai's pupils.

golden eyes.

so beautiful.

After the hat was removed, the mediocre facial features in front of him suddenly changed, and they matched those golden eyes, a beauty that could not exist in the world.

Du Cheng was dumbfounded.

With two fingers as swords, point directly at the brow of the little monster with the power of thunder.

"You are so pretty."

【"You are so pretty."

The immature goblin who opened her wits was overjoyed, and opened her mouth to be innocent and unruly. What he should reprimand was just a smile. 】

Gang Feng suddenly stopped between his eyebrows, spread out like a blade in the air, and shattered the glass beside him with a "bang".

The little monster was ignorant and didn't know what kind of danger he escaped just now. He wrinkled his nose, let go of Ji Manzhai's collar with both hands, and murmured, "I'm so thirsty."

Ji Manzhai stood still, grabbed Du Cheng's collar with his backhand, and looked at Du Cheng's face carefully.

All that remained in his memory was a blurry face, a clear bright red, and peach blossoms all over the sky.

And his name.

Qu Shang.

For the rest, he doesn't remember anything.

He didn't remember who he was, where he came from, where he was going, everything was like an instinct engraved in his body.

His time is running out.

The effect of the seal on him is getting smaller and smaller, and if this continues, he will definitely become a disaster in the world.

The little monster was so thirsty that he crawled out from under Ji Manzhai's arms, closed his eyes and staggered towards the bathroom.

Before drinking the toilet water, Du Cheng was carried out of the bathroom by Ji Manzhai.

"I……"

The thirsty word was not uttered, and his lips were attracted by the approaching water glass. Du Cheng immersed himself in drinking water, and after drinking a glass, "I want more."

Ji Manzhai held Du Cheng's back collar with one hand. Du Cheng was drunk, but his face was still fair, but his eyes were squinted, he was smiling, and the dimples at the corners of his mouth were faintly visible.

He is not afraid of him.

Whether drunk or awake, there is no fear of him.

Ji Manzhai let go of his hand, Du Cheng fell into his arms, and Du Cheng heard an extremely gentle voice in a blur.

"The music?"