After retirement, I became a gangster soul mate [Transmigration Book]

Show off your love! "Come on, husband, give me a hug, don't cry."

Song Lingyi spread out another piece of paper, and replied softly: "Okay, tell me."

Yu Xian thought for a while and said, "First there is a pear tree, and the pear blossoms are all in bloom."

"There is a bed under the tree. Note, it must be able to fit two people."

"Well, there are you and me in Ruanta, and we will take a nap together."

"And there's..."

What Yu Xian said didn't match the preface, sometimes he was still under the tree, and in a blink of an eye he went to the kitchen again, and at this time he was still drowsy with a book in his study, and he could be fishing by the lake in the next second, but no matter what In the picture, whatever he is doing in the picture, there will always be Song Lingyi beside him.

It's just that as I was painting, the flavor suddenly changed a bit.

Yu Xian rolled over with a grunt, his head moving.

"what are you doing?"

Song Lingyi thought for a while: "That morning..."

Yu Xian glared: "Do you still want to take pictures with the camera to commemorate!"

Song Lingyi blinked: "This reminds me."

Yu Xian wanted to blush, but couldn't, so he could only hum in embarrassment: "I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

Song Lingyi supported the table with his hands, leaned down and leaned over: "I want to draw every moment of you."

Yu Xian smiled: "I am in front of your eyes every day, do you still need to draw?"

Song Lingyi sighed softly: "That's different, some pictures are worth recalling again and again."

Yu Xian thought of the intimate content on the screen that made people blush and heartbeat, and was speechless for a moment.

Staring at people with lifeless eyes, Song Lingyi didn't expect to have such thoughts in his heart!

Song Lingyi bent over again, and the two of them were almost face to face.

Yu Xian clearly saw his own reflection in Song Lingyi's eyes.

Yu Xian: "...So, with such a serious appearance, you can still be so affectionate?!"

A face has been rotted to the point of disfigurement, the eyeballs are stuck in the eye sockets, bulging and pale, and white bones can already be seen in most places, and you can't see his handsome and handsome face at all. Song Lingyi really didn't care. At that time Seeing Yu Xian's head rotting away, he could only feel pain, which was so painful that he almost went crazy.

Neither fear nor disgust.

She even hoped that Yu Xian could turn into a ghost and haunt him day and night.

"It's so ugly, I can't bear to look at it myself."

Yu Xian gurgled away, always feeling that Song Lingyi could really kiss this head.

"It's better to wait until you change back, and then kiss."

Song Lingyi raised his hand and swung the candlestick next to him down, just in time to ignite the drawing paper under the table.

The fire quickly spread throughout the room, igniting everything in the room, and Song Lingyi stood in the fire, looking at Yu Xian's direction with burning eyes, and asked softly, "Where are you kissing?"

Yu Xian looked at the people in the fire, and his heart ached.

"As long as you don't cry, you can kiss anywhere."

Song Lingyi raised his hand and gently brushed his cheeks, moist and warm, he was in a daze for a moment, as if he didn't cry when he burned the palace to clean on the day he left, his heart was already dead, why? Will cry?

The beauty in the fire had tears in the corners of her eyes, but she smiled happily.

Weird, conflicting, but it's hard to take your eyes off.

"Come on, husband, give me a hug, don't cry."

He couldn't hug anyone, so he could only let Song Lingyi hug him, staring at each other and being engulfed by the scorching flames together.

Yu Xian can basically guess what Song Lingyi is afraid of.

Song Lingyi tried his best to keep his memory in the world, and climbed up from the endless abyss by himself. Everything he did was to see him, meet him, and stand by his side, so Song Lingyi What I fear most is losing him completely.

Yu Xian was also a little scared.

He could still have a head before, but this time he became invisible.

Song Lingyi was wearing a white and flawless robe, holding his head that had been completely turned into bones, and walked step by step towards the dark room. Yu Xian couldn't see where it was, but he saw a familiar thing, a dark one. The big iron box was placed in the center of the room.

His heart skipped a beat.

He quickly turned to the front to look at Song Lingyi.

He was holding a lamp in his other hand, and only then did Yu Xian realize that his ink-like long hair had turned into dull white, not even comparable to the splendor of his clothes. Looking at it from the back, many people might think that this is a dying old man with a lifeless body, but in fact...

That face was as handsome as ever.

Yu Xian thought of the records in history.

When Chao Yi ascended the throne as Emperor Hezhang, he was 27 years old, and he died on the battlefield in the first year of Chao Yi's ascension to the throne. Afterwards, Chao Yi fought for the unification of the four kingdoms and established the An Dynasty, which was called Emperor Yong'an, at the age of 32. He was 37 years old when there was no trace of him. As for when he died, no one knows.

Only the national teacher at that time, that is, the head of Xiyun Mountain at that time, calculated the time of his death.

Emperor Ji'an naturally used the date calculated by the national teacher to ring the bell of national mourning, and later generations can only regard this time as the time of Emperor Yong'an's death.

In the fifth year of Yong'an, on the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, Emperor Yong'an Chao Yi passed away.

Yu Xian knew that that day was his memorial day.

He watched Song Lingyi walk towards the iron box, and then hugged him to lie down. There was a creaking sound, and the lid gradually closed. He watched Song Lingyi smiling all the time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

So, is he so dead?

No wonder he was so young, it turned out to be a sacrifice for love!

But yes, if it wasn't for avenging him, if it wasn't for promising him to create a peaceful and prosperous world without fighting, he probably would have followed him the moment he learned of his death.

He probably knew where to start at this level.

For Song Lingyi, death is not the end, but a reunion.

He is sure that there is a soul, and he also believes that he will be waiting for him in the underworld, so he chose to die without hesitation. He just wanted to come to the underworld to find him. He's still in hell, too, but he must have been asked.

After that, Song Lingyi entered the endless abyss, which he only knew not long ago.

But no matter where he is, Song Lingyi knows clearly that he still exists.

But what if the obsession he had been supporting himself was broken?

Just when Yu Xian was worried, they came out of the iron box.

The familiar ghost gate, the familiar Huangquan Road.

Song Lingyi stood in the hall, looking up at Lord Yan in the hall without any fear.

The ecstasy chains on his wrists and ankles collided with each other and made a rattling sound. He leaned slightly and looked at the dark world outside the temple. The person who was somewhere in the underworld was coiled, coiled... It was so confused that it didn't know where to go, and its wings finally drooped powerlessly, turning into a patch of fluorescent dots and dissipating before Song Lingyi's eyes.

Song Lingyi's smile froze on his face.

He seemed in disbelief.

"Who is in the hall?!"

Lord Yan's majestic voice came oppressively, but Song Lingyi didn't seem to hear anything, he just looked out of the hall in a daze.

The chain suddenly tightened, and the surrounding ghosts used their greatest strength to trap Song Lingyi here firmly.

"Where is he?" The hoarse voice trembled, full of panic.

Yu Xian floated in front of him: "I'm here!"

"Honey! Look at me! I'm right in front of you!"

"Where is he?" Song Lingyi turned his head to look at Lord Yan, but there was only a blur: "Where is he?!"

"Who are you talking about?"

Lord Yan actually replied.

"Yu Xian."

It is impossible for King Yan not to know him.

Yu Xian knew that at that time, he was definitely a person who was watched as an extremely dangerous target by the people above, it is impossible not to know!And it's impossible for them not to know about his relationship with Song Lingyi!So he expects that King Yan can appease the present Song Lingyi, but the illusion has never been so friendly, and the person who manipulates the illusion must completely break the last defense of the person in the illusion.

"In the underworld, there has never been such a person..."

"Damn!" Yu Xian was furious: "My lord has worked hard for 800 years in your underworld, and you actually said that there is no such person as me?! What's the matter?! Want to deduct my retirement salary?! I haven't contacted you yet about Mengpotang. I want workers' compensation!"

Illusions are illusions after all, falsehoods based on a person's spiritual consciousness.

If the person behind him can play like this, Yu Xian can naturally break his illusion.

"Brother Yi!"

"It's a wedding night for both of us! You forgot too quickly, right?!"

"Is it true that the predecessor is better than the current one? If the predecessor cries, the current one will lose?"

Song Lingyi: "..." The mood change was too sudden, a little confused.

He still couldn't see where Yu Xian was, but he could hear the muttering complaints in his ears.

Yu Xian realized that Song Lingyi was not awake, and his eyes were like switches.

It's red, it's probably about to get mad.

Ordinary darkness and deep, is in the normal mood.

This is probably the sequelae left by the soul. Generally speaking, Song Lingyi has not experienced the baptism of Huangquan water. In fact, he is similar to the evil spirit, except that he has more bodies than the evil spirit, so red eyes are also normal. The classic characteristics of ghosts.

"can hear?"

Song Lingyi nodded.

"That's fine, I've always been here."

"Tell me about you, why have you been entangled in the past?"

"Do you like the old Yu Xian better? The current Yu Xian is not your baby anymore?"

Song Lingyi: "..." These words sound familiar.

Yu Xian felt happy for a while, and finally it was his turn to say this.

"A fish..."

Yu Xian came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Song Lingyi frowned slightly: "What's the matter with the work-related injury?"

I thought Song Lingyi didn't hear what I said just now.

Yu Xian remembered the boss's humble request, and was about to fool around: "It's not a big deal. As a ghost messenger, I have to meet difficult people a few times. I have been a ghost messenger for 800 years. How can I not get hurt? Don't worry. , It’s just a small wound, just to the extent of scratching the skin.”

Song Lingyi: "...So you lost your memory because you hit your head?"

Yu Xian: "...you just think it was me who hit your head."

Song Lingyi: "I don't think my tone is an interrogative sentence."

Yu Xian: "It's not that you don't know that I'm stubborn, I don't understand!"

Song Lingyi sighed: "So what's going on?"

Yu Xian just didn't say anything, he was afraid that Song Lingyi would blow up the underworld.

Hearing Yu Xian's sudden silence, Song Lingyi felt flustered when he couldn't see anyone.

"A fish?"

Yu Xian replied, "Well, I'm here."

Song Lingyi let go of his heart, raised his hand and pulled it, and the indestructible chain of ecstasy was easily broken, and at the same time, the scene of the Yan Luo Palace was also broken. With a thought of Yu Xian, the picture was reassembled, and it was actually in a bright red endless scene. In the sea of ​​flowers on the other side.

Among the butterflies all over the sky, Yu Xian slowly showed the appearance of being from the suburban sugar team Dujia steaming gifts for you.

The handsome young man smiled brightly, and he stretched out his hand towards Song Lingyi: "Want to see my past life?"

The author has something to say: Yuyu: Feng Shui turns around, it’s finally time for me to ask this question

Jiaojiao: ...Then do you like the former Chao Yi or the present Song Lingyi?

Yuyu: enough, you

In fact, it’s almost over ＿(:з”∠)＿The next book will be the end of the world

Why don't you wait two days next door, and come back after I save the draft of the ending, maybe you can update it continuously