Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

Ah...how could this be?

"Grandma, that's not You Guang, right..." He looked at Granny Meng beggingly like crazy: "That's not..."

But Po Meng just closed her eyes sadly and didn't speak.

"Grandmother, please save him..." Ghost Lantern collapsed on the ground, and kept rushing towards Wangchuan, but a crutch with a lamp handle was pressed on his waist, preventing him from taking half a step forward, "Grandma, please help He, I beg you..."

Gui Deng cried and twitched, "I can't live without him..."

"Ah—You Guang, you come back...how did this happen...I tried my best, what did I do wrong...I just want to be with him..."

"why treat me like this……"

The Bana flowers next to the River of Forgetfulness disappeared overnight, and the ghost lamp's endless tears burned into a sea of ​​flames, and that old-fashioned little old man who was prone to blushing and shy could no longer be called back.

His You Guang, all of him, was thrown into the River of Forgetfulness by the King of Ghosts just like a joke.

—I will kill her.

Ghost lamp In the darkness of eternal life, there is only one thought left.

"Pray to the heavens and the earth!" Yan Luo squeaked after painting his face dead white, only drawing a red circle on both sides of his cheeks.

Xu Yan held the red silk concentric knot, stood side by side with Yan Gui, and slowly bent down towards the gate of hell.

As he bowed his head, Xu Yan recalled a lot of past events, such as the immortal king in the Yingchun Tower who was changed into a wedding dress by a water ghost, such as Su Meng who put on his wedding dress in Jiri Lake, such as the simple confession on the Naihe Bridge, all kinds of pictures It turned out that maybe they really missed each other, so they always missed so many intersections.

The gate of ghosts is closed and the copper door is locked tightly, without waves or waves.

Xu Yan's chest was dark red.

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

No one can be the ghost king Gaotang, so he bowed to the cold ghost gate again.

There were low whispers from around, "Hey, do you feel suddenly much colder..."

"Look at my bones are turning purple."

"It's weird..."

Yan Luo sneezed and shouted again: "Husband and wife pay respects!"

Xu Yan turned around to face the ghost queen, and unconsciously moved the pearl shaking under the hijab with his hand.

He remembered that there was an extremely beautiful pear blossom between his eyebrows, hidden under the ten feet of soft red.

The bride he will never marry.

Xu Yan gradually bent down, and a snowstorm slowly began to fall from the sky.

"It's snow!"

"I'm crazy, when will it snow in Feng!"

Xu Yan raised his waist halfway up, and reached out to catch two snowflakes, which turned bright red when they landed on his palms...

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

It fell into the color of snow, melted into water again, and spread to the foot of the gate of hell.

——"Li Cheng!"

That night.

Intoxicated, Xu Yan pushed open the palace door with the word "囍", all ghosts were terrified, and under the red light in the room, he saw the queen of ghosts covered in blood, with terrifying sword marks on her face, kneeling naked on the wedding bed, And on the snow-white back, engraved with three words of deep hatred - I'm sorry.

Ghost Lantern was imprisoned and thrown into Abi Hell where life would be worse than death.

The ghosts finally believed that nothing could stop the ghost king from dominating the world.

After one month, the ghost clan will have the final say in the world!

The greedy blood of the ghosts was boiling hot.

That snow was disturbing, and it didn't stop for half a month, just like the boundless pear blossom forest in Fengdu in the past.

The Bianhua, which was extinguished by the ghost lamp, bloomed again, and never stopped because of who died and who lived.

Po Meng cut her fingertips with her downcast eyes, and a drop of blood fell on the Bana flower. She broke off a flower and walked slowly into the Ghost King Hall.

In the Ming Hall, the man in Xuanyi still had the same demeanor, and a beautiful woman in light clothes was sitting on his lap, perched on his broad chest, her eyes were as charming as silk.

"You're done." The man in Xuanyi touched the beauty's face, but didn't look at the hall.

"Yes."

The ghost king's hands sneaked into the beauty's neckline nakedly, causing tears to well up in his eyes, and the redness at the end of his eyes made people fascinated.

Meng Po finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Does the ghost king really have no regrets!"

Xu Yan smiled maniacally, pinching the beauty's neck with cold eyes and approaching Granny Meng, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Po Meng's back felt cold.

Xu Yan pushed back the beautiful woman's broken hair very gently, and then entangled with his lips and teeth. The kiss was inseparable. The sound of water echoed in the hall, making Po Meng feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

The beauty was kissed into a puddle of water, and slowly bent down, lying on Xu Yan's lap, as obedient as a cat.

"I can have tens of thousands of people like him." The King of Ghosts patted the side of the beauty's face with the back of his hand, his lips were as thin as a blade.

Xu Yan looked at Po Meng, "What's wrong?"

Granny Meng let out a long sigh, completely discouraged.

She cupped her hands and raised the Bianhua to her forehead, and said respectfully without emotion: "Where does the ghost king want to bend the Bianhua?"

Xu Yan smiled, and raised the beauty's chin with his fingertips, "Is it okay to plant on you?"

The beauty laughed.

Meng Po was shocked, "No!"

For example, if Po Meng turned the deed of the cauldron into a flower from the other side and planted it on Xu Yan's face, then she would entrust her life to Xu Yan and live and die with him...

But before the words were finished, the other shore flower had already landed on the beauty's left cheek. It was so gorgeous that Xu Yan was so fascinated by it that he fondled it back and forth.

Xianjun is so beautiful.

Po Meng left angrily.

That night, Po Meng stood in the peaceful Wangchuan for a long time, thinking of the little fairy who used to hide in her hood and listen to gossip, she stepped into the boat, set up a long bamboo pole, and walked in the Wangchuan one by one. walk around...

The white snow covered the dilapidated awning, and she couldn't help but think of the past, when the fairy held a bunch of pear blossoms and sprinkled them on the top of the shabby awning, saying that a beautiful woman should match the beautiful scenery, how can she stay with the dilapidated?

"Meng Po, I will give you a tree of flowers every day from now on!"

Xianjun did not break his promise after all...

It's just different from the pear blossoms in the past, with the fragrance falling, leaving only the white snow, forming frost in the heart...

Granny Meng brushed off a thick layer of wind and snow with her bruised hands, and chanted a rebirth mantra in her mouth, hoping that the snow would stop soon, and that Xianjun would not be sad anymore...

Suddenly she withdrew her hand.

Looking through the moonlight with a frown, the blood in the palm of his hand fell on the ground.

……

"Grandma, you don't need to come see me anymore." A faint voice came from Abi Hell.

Poor Meng felt bitter in her heart, "Silly Deng, the ghost clan is good at illusion, what's the use of you killing that innocuous ghost queen? Without him, there are others. Is it worth it for you to get involved?"

Ghost Lamp started crying again, rubbing his eyes and sniffing his nose, but this time no one coaxed him.

He didn't answer whether it was worth it, and cried for a while before saying: "Grandma, I miss him so much..."

"Grandma, why am I not dead yet?"

In the twilight, Po Meng dared to shed tears.

Crying inside the door, but silence outside the door.

Granny Meng stayed with him for a long time, until he was in so much pain that he wept blood, and said from his throat, "It's not worth it..."

He roared in grief, "How I wish I killed it!"

And when he rushed there, there was only an empty shell left in the hall, and there was no chance for him to take revenge. All he could do was to slash twice childishly, embarrassing the ghost king...

The ghost lamp hates so much that its bones are almost broken, but it falls into this Abi Hell, and it is impossible to die, it is impossible to die!

He laughed long, laughing at himself as useless.

He cried a lot, crying that he was incompetent.

"Yaoshou! My son kills my father, and the fairy sword kills the master! The fairy is going to be a widow! Woooooooo, the poor fairy is fair and beautiful, and will die alone!"

"When Xianjun took me out of the ghost city, he agreed to only spoil me and treat me well for the rest of his life. Now he not only hangs around with monsters, but also murders me... woo woo woo..."

"Grandma, save me, Dengdeng hurts so much."

Those lively nonsense seems to be still yesterday, and the ghost lamp just gave birth to a mind, ignorant and ignorant, and before the future is bright, it has tasted all the joys, pains and pains of the world, and has declined...

Po Meng put her hand on the door of Abi Hell, sneaked into it, touched the ghost lamp that had accompanied her for thousands of years, and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

Those evil spirits wrapped around her five fingers, leaving only dry bones.

"Ghost lamp, promise mother-in-law that you will come out alive."

……

The next day, all the ghosts came out, waiting eagerly around the gate of the ghosts, watching the ghost king raise the red long sword, chanting an unknown fairy spell, and slashing mercilessly on the copper gate again and again.

The snow in Fengdu stopped.

The ghost king's sword fell to the ground.

He didn't stop, picked it up, closed his eyes, and lost all the ghost energy into the sword. Suddenly, the landslides and the ground cracked, the sea of ​​fire gushed out, and the wind blew around unbearably, what's more, the ghost energy exploded and died. He died, and the ghosts fled everywhere in fright.

Xu Yan lowered his eyes, moved his hands around the sky and the earth, and the red and black real dragon formed a ring. Then he struck out with a palm, and with a bang, nine thunderbolts exploded into the sky, and ghost energy and purple lightning burst into amazing light.

No one knew what happened, but when they opened their eyes, they saw the sword pass through the ghost gate and be crushed to ashes.

The ten-thousand-year seal has finally been broken!

They finally see the light of day, and are no longer evil spirits in the dark and damp!

All the ghosts flocked out in a carnival.

Xu Yan stood in front of the door, half of which was the suppressed scream of the evil spirit, and half of which was the cry of hell on earth.

He squatted down, and Zhenzhi touched the ashes of the ghost gate again, and then took a small stone that was not completely annihilated into his palm.

A soft sob came from under the stone table.

He closed his eyes, snapped his fingers and the ghost was pulled in front of him, Xu Yan asked, "Why are you crying?"

The ghost knew that he had no way to survive, so he beat him up, "You give me back my ghost concubine, you give me back my ghost concubine, he treats you so well, you actually have the heart to chop him into pieces with one sword after another, you won't Does it hurt! You have no heart!"

"You have no heart..."

"Xu Yan, do you have no heart?"

Xu Yan is chaotic.

The ghost was so frightened to death that it didn't dare to take a breath.

The ghost knows what he sees, the ghost can believe what he sees!

He actually saw... the ghost king was in tears...

He must be dazzled... Sure enough, as soon as he wiped his eyes, the tears disappeared immediately, like a hallucination of his.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He heard the ghost king ask him: "Why don't you go to the human world?"

He whispered weakly, "I still have to wait for my sister, how can I have time to go to the world..."

The ghost king didn't speak, let go of him and walked away slowly.

The little ghost trembled in confusion, and remembered the cruel act of slashing the door just now, and wanted to swear at him a few more words, but when he looked up at his lonely back on the way to his death, he felt a little pitiful...

?Shen Xuanhe

I'm so cruel, I still abuse everyone on New Year's Day! (Kneel down while pressing Xu Yan) Happy New Year to everyone!

It should be over next week!Thanks for meeting!