Eighty-one bowl of soup (one)

How could it be...

Black Tuanzi stared at Qinghuan blankly, although she didn't know if there were really eyeballs under its round appearance that could "see". Qinghuan took it to her hand, touched it carefully, and sighed: "So you are furry."

She wanted to touch her at the first sight, but now she finally got what she wanted.

The black dumplings bounced in her palm, and when she woke up it turned into the size of her palm, and it was just right to hold it in her hand to play with it.

"You, you won...the last illusion..."

"It's not me that I won, it's the masters in these illusions that made new choices themselves." Qinghuan shrugged, "It's just that I lent my consciousness to them, it's not me. So, I didn't lose, but you didn't lose either. The last illusions master, who should have eaten the monk's soul and turned into Shura to harm one side, but now he can be reincarnated as a human being. From a certain perspective, it's also a blessing."

The black dumpling moved in her palm, as if she was still a little confused. Qinghuan gently stroked its soft hair and said to it: "Since we are a draw, do you want to go with me? Let your choice all of you, I won't force you."

“…Where will I go with you?”

"Go to where you should go, and you should remember who you are."

"who I am?"

Qinghuan smiled, time was lost in time.

These twelve worlds are all illusions, the formation of the obsession of the master of the illusion, and it is also due to the ability of Black Tuanzi to control time - it forgot who he is, but never forgot his mission, and toughly kept the time it had saved the failed person in one dimension, and then selected from each world who could fulfill its wishes. However, it was dead, and its mission was inherited by another person, and only it was still trapped in this obsession.

The beast that eliminates the obsession of others is trapped in one's own obsession.

There was an ancient divine beast named Qiong, which had four wings, and had a fixed number of fate and controlled the speed of time.

But the divine beast will also die. After the divine beast dies, it will also have obsessions. Therefore, there will be a decisive state in the dark. Qinghuan will take it away and end its endless waiting and struggle.

It’s good to remember it, Qinghuan thinks that sometimes it’s unhappy to remember too much, and forgetting will make it easier.

She sat by the bridge to drink tea, and watched Qiongxia quickly wrestle with Xiao Heijiguang, and couldn't help but smile. Mo Ze thought that he had the same human form as his master and should maintain a little image, so he suppressed his inner desire on Qinghuan's legs, and looked at the stopped light in the air with big curious eyes: "Master, time has stopped."

Qinghuan touched his soft black hair, "Yes, time has stopped." From then on, there was no more time, no past or future on the Naihe Bridge, everything stayed in the present, at every moment.

"Will the master go for so long in the future?" He blinked his big watery eyes, "I can't bear to part with you anymore. Once the master leaves, the village is deserted."

"Maybe... will." Qing Huan sighed, "There is another person who needs me to find him."

“…Who is it?”

"I won't tell you." She pinched Mo Ze's little nose, and saw his little face wrinkled, and chuckled, "Okay, it's time for us to open, go and see if the soup in the pot has been boiled. If it is boiled, remember to stir it so as not to taste bad."

Mo Ze slid down from her arms, ran away, holding a spoon taller than him, and Qinghuan looked away with a smile, although there was nothing there. It was not wrong to say that she was a person without a future. In the twelve illusions, she just lent her heart to them. But when the illusions passed, their obsessions were eliminated - that was just an illusion.

All revenge is meaningless. Qiongmeng can control time, but can never change the facts that have happened. It hopes that someone can save the twelve women, but no one can save them.

It is said that fate can change, yes, it is OK.

But fate cannot be disobeyed at the same time.

The dead are still dead, the desperate are still desperate, the wrongly treated are still wrongly treated, and the regretful are not perfect. Because everything is just an illusion, it is just an illusion.

However, suffering is true, sadness is true, struggle, anger and unwillingness are true.

Only love is fake.

Qinghuan spread her palms and couldn't bring back the souls of the twelve women, because they had been reincarnated and no one knew what the new world would be like, but they would never be so painful anymore. Maybe this is good news.

She smiled slightly and looked at the other side flowers that spread to the wind at the Naihe Bridge. They were bright red in color, with flowers blooming but not leaves, and leaves falling but not flowers, and they were never able to meet each other for generations.

At this moment, the soul-sucking bell was crisp and the soul-summing banner was ringing. Qing Huan looked at the bridge and saw a woman wearing white clothes slowly walking over. The clothes were snow-white, but the blood on her head was bright red.

She looked less young, about forty years old. Qinghuan walked towards her, and the woman looked up at her, staggered, Qinghuan held her forward, and then touched her hands full of stickiness - all covered in blood.

"So sad..." the female ghost murmured, "So sad..."

Qinghuan didn't speak, but just quietly helped the female ghost to the table and sat down. She didn't need to listen to these ghosts tell stories. The reason why she listened every time was to give the ghosts some comfort and let their despair be vented. Things that could not be told during their lifetime are no longer a secret after death. The female ghost in front of her was obviously unable to talk to her, so she slowly brushed the other person's eyes, let her fall asleep, and then sent someone to Liwangtai.

I hope that when you wake up, your memories will be clean and as if you are born.

Mo Ze ran over, "Is the master leaving?"

"Let's go together." She bent down and picked up the little guy, feeling heavier. The appearance of a child will not change, but it will never grow taller again, so she can only develop horizontally. "It will be boring to carry it in the village on the bridge."

"Yeah!" nodded violently, "I'm so suffocated! I want my master to take it out for fun!"

"Yes, but you can't just spend time playing around. The ghost's obsession must be eliminated, and the wish must be fulfilled."

Ji Guang and Xiao Hei were surrounded by her legs with eyes. Qing Huan sighed, "It's so bad that the scenery in Mengpozhuang is not as interesting as the world. She bent down and touched the heads of the two little things, "Qiong Xi just arrived on the bridge. You can help me accompany it and take you out for fun next time."

The furry black and white ears drooped, but Qinghuan was so heartless that he knew that these two little things were the best at pretending to be pitiful, so he patted their heads and waved to let Qiongshui come over.

The black dumpling was still a small one, and she couldn't see her nose, eyes and mouth clearly. The fluffy and soft touch was very good. Qinghuan couldn't help but pinch it - the meat was soft and really cute. She didn't need any help at all. It was enough to have someone on the Naihe Bridge. Xie Bi'an's existence also reduced her workload a lot. The reason why she always picked up some furry dumplings and came back was really because they were very cute...

Superficial, too shallow.

Fortunately, no one knows this little secret except God Meng Po himself.

She took Ji Guang out of Naihe Bridge. With Qiong Tsu, she could freely choose the time to appear without caring about anything else.

The woman on the bridge is named Xie Man. She is from a good background and has a smooth journey. She married her husband who grew up with her. After her husband married her, she naturally inherited the Xie family's property. The two lived a happy and happy life for a long time, and then Xie Man became pregnant and gave birth to a son for her husband. The son was beautiful and smart. As she grew up day by day, Xie Man thought she would be happy for the rest of her life.

Until Yi Xiaodie appeared.

This sixteen-year-old girl appeared in her life in an elf-like manner and fell in love with Sheman's son. When Sheman thought the couple was in love, she found that Yi Xiaodie and her husband were also in love!

The whole world seemed to have begun to change, and all the men who had sex with Yi Xiaodie fell in love with her crazy, including Sheman's husband and son. They became like another person. Sheman was no longer their beloved wife and gentle mother, but a vicious, scheming executioner who wanted to break them up with Xiaodie!

Sheman died at the hands of her son. The child she raised was raised by herself and pointed the gun at her, but she had no idea why. Could it be because she toughly asked him to break up with Yi Xiaodie?!

The woman ruined her home and she wanted to expel her! What's wrong with this? Her husband and children turned against each other for a woman, and in the end she was even willing to share Yi Xiaodie with more men. How could such a ridiculous thing happen in this world?!

Unfortunately, Sheman didn't know the reason, and she would never know because she was dead.

Even if I die, I still worry about my husband and children, hoping that they can be safe and sober.

Qinghuan sighed. In this world, women's hearts are always too soft. After death, they still refuse to let go and reluctantly let go. The happiness and happiness of their lives have disappeared in the last year. The girl named Yi Xiaodie comes with great momentum, with her unstoppable charm and charm, which makes the man controlled in her hands, and also makes Xie Man die in her husband's cold eyes and her son's ruthless trigger.

How can I not be sad? How many years of love can be inferior to a young and beautiful girl.

Qinghuan looked at the mirror, and Mo Ze around him kept jumping: "Master, please have a meal."

Alas, this little fat egg, only he is the real optimist.
Chapter completed!