Hua Ling shed tears all of a sudden, and Mu Zichen was right in front of her.
Mu Zichen looked at her with a smile on his face. At the last moment, he remembered all the past life and caught his little flower essence at the last moment.
Hua Ling: "Zi Chen."
Mu Zichen waved to her: "Come here."
Hua Ling followed the words and was pulled into Mu Zichen's arms. He was cold all over, and Hua Ling's body was not warm. Two people who were not warm hugged each other, but their hearts seemed to be warm.
of.
"Zi Chen, I'm sorry."
Mu Zichen chuckled: "I had a good chat with your little sisters."
At first, those little Bianhua flowers were not willing to talk to him, but later he tried to say that he was the great and smart husband of the flower spirit, and then he responded.
"Don't cry, I'm waiting for you."
"Twice, you did this every time to save me. The little flower essence is not good at all, it will only harm you."
Hua Ling burst into tears, and Mu Zichen actually laughed: "What are you talking about? What's the point of living for such a long time in this world if you don't meet someone who is close to your heart? It's my parents. Oh, it makes them sad.
Already."
Hua Ling allowed Mu Zichen to wipe her tears.
"Zi Chen, I..."
Mu Zichen interrupted her and suddenly said: "Tell me where I will be reincarnated in the next life? And what kind of identity will I have? Everything is good, just don't go to a war-torn place like Xun'an City, otherwise
If the little flower essence has to suffer with me again, I will feel bad."
Hua Ling sniffed and looked at the person in front of her without blinking. No, he was considered a ghost now.
Li Chengyu shook the pendant in his hand. He got it from Hua Ling.
"Didn't you say that you would give it to me and keep it for me when you die? But you didn't say that you would give it back when you met me. How did I teach you?"
"Zi Chen, I, do you still want to fall in love with me?"
Mu Zichen sighed and said with a distressed look: "What should I do? I have only talked to one person in my life, and I don't know if I will get tired of it."
Hua Ling pouted and slowly lowered her head.
Mu Zichen sighed: "But there is nothing I can do. Who told me to fall into the little flower essence when I saw it?"
Hua Ling suddenly raised her head, surprised and delighted: "Am I so charming?"
Mu Zichen: "...Well, you are really awesome, you ruin my atmosphere every time."
Hua Ling is silly and happy.
Mu Zichen lowered his head and kissed Hua Ling, and whispered: "We agreed to come to me."
Hua Ling looked at his face, as if she couldn't get enough of this person. She didn't know why, but she just liked him. All those silly and heroic words she made when she first entered the room were all in vain once she met him.
, it will never be possible to complete it.
Mu Zichen: "I'm going."
Mu Zichen passed by her, and Hua Ling suddenly grabbed him. Mu Zichen turned to look at her with a smile, thinking that Hua Ling was reluctant to play coquettishly with him, so he heard Hua Ling whisper: "The flower of the other shore is the flower of hell.
, extremely yin, it will absorb yang energy and damage yang life."
Last time, Hua Ling didn't have the courage to say this. She was afraid. She was afraid that this person would no longer want her and would no longer want to be with her. Hua Ling knew that she was selfish. She thought in her heart, let her secretly,
Secretly holding on to this gentle happiness that was unwilling to let go, in the second life, she understood in her heart that it was actually stolen from her.
She didn't be honest with him, she didn't even have the courage to tell him. In fact, she was scared and nervous now, but in fact she was mentally prepared and she didn't want to lie to him.
Just when Hua Ling was imagining several scenarios of Mu Zichen being furious and asking her why she hid it, Mu Zichen's chuckle suddenly came to her ears. She raised her head subconsciously. Mu Zichen came closer and touched her with his hand.
with her face.
"What are you thinking about, silly girl? Her little face is wrinkled together, she looks so stupid and ugly."
Hua Ling subconsciously retorted: "I'm pretty."
"Okay, okay, Hua Ling is the prettiest, but I think a little too much and my little head is clumsy."
Hua Ling pouted.
"It doesn't matter," she heard Mu Zichen say, "With you by my side, I'll be happy no matter what."
When Hua Ling came to her senses in a daze, Mu Zichen walked to Meng Po Soup.
"Hey, is it hard to make soup?"
Po Meng replied: "Very tired."
Mu Zichen smiled: "Okay, then I won't drink it and will serve you a bowl."
"Hua Ling Hua Ling!"
Hua Ling "Ah."
"Hua Ling Hua Ling, your wishful husband is really good!"
Hua Ling: "Of course, why do you still want to listen to my story?"
There was a sound from the flowers on the other side: "No, no, he has finished telling us!"
Hua Ling said nothing, did not chat with her little sisters, and walked straight towards Po Meng.
"Mother Meng, I have something to ask you."
Po Meng said: "This time, I have matured a lot."
Hua Ling sighed: "Seeing my beloved fall twice in front of me, how can I remain unchanged?"
Po Meng asked: "What have you learned in these two lives?"
Hua Ling replied: "There are so many, I can't list them all."
Po Meng lowered her head and was doing her own thing, silent.
"Meng Po, I sensed a ray of divine consciousness in his body. Who is he?"
Po Meng: "It's not a god, but it's a spiritual consciousness. It's really strange."
"Mr. Meng doesn't know?"
Po Meng replied: "I don't know."
Hua Ling asked again: "Does Po Meng know about the divination?"
Po Meng: "I have been in this world all year round. What do you ask me about the outside world? Can I know about it?"
This time Hua Ling was silent.
Po Meng seemed to sigh, and she said softly: "Go, the Ghost King is waiting for you."
The scene changed, and it was similar to the scene Hua Ling saw last time.
"King of Ghosts."
The Ghost King still had his back to her, standing with his hands behind his back, and it took a while before he spoke.
"Killed."
"yes."
The Ghost King was silent for a moment. Not sure if it was an illusion, but Hua Ling could hear a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"In the world of humans and monsters, you broke the rules twice."
"The flower spirit is willing to be punished."
"Then go to Jiulengyin Prison and stay for a while."
Hua Ling raised her head, looked at the figure with his back turned to her, and asked, "How long will I stay here?"
"Wait until you figure it out."
With this sentence, Hua Ling, who had changed the scene, didn't know if she had heard it wrong just now, or if the ghost king had drunk too much and was talking nonsense.
At this time, there were actually two people here, but the other one was Po Meng.
Po Meng asked: "Is this how to punish her?"
"Otherwise, what can we do?"
"I'm afraid she'll notice something."
"No, let's leave it at that. Even if... we can talk about the future matters later."
Hua Ling saw Jiuleng Yin Prison for the first time. They were several Yin Prisons made of Xuan Ming Pillars, and each one was connected by a chain.
The flower spirit was inside one of them, and what I heard was intermittent moaning.
She only noticed the one locked on the opposite side. By coincidence, she seemed to have met the only demon locked in the cold and dark prison.
Ah, no, not now.
The banshee in fluttering white clothes was tied up by several chains. Her face was excessively pale, her long hair was hanging loose, her head was lowered, her eyes were closed, and there was a chill all over her body. Her eyelashes were even frosted.
Hua Ling looked at it for a moment and then sat down. Hua Ling could feel that the Ghost King seemed to treat her very differently.
But looking for the reason, she couldn't think of a reason. She calmed down and went through everything in this life in her mind, and every picture was so clear.
Although the environment here is not that perfect, it is not enough to disturb Hua Ling too much.
That banshee, Hua Ling can be sure that she must be related to Bu Yin, and the relationship is very close.
Hua Ling: "Hey, why are you locked up here?"
The demon seemed unaware and had no reaction at all. Hua Ling stood up. It was not difficult to see that she must have been very beautiful before, but now her face was too pale, which only made people think of one word, and that was death.
"Do you know Bu Yin?"
Sure enough, when she heard the name, she reacted and the banshee opened her eyes.
"Have you met him?"
Hua Ling was keenly aware that her question was not "Do you know him" but "Have you met him?"
Such a question was very strange, and Hua Ling was confused.
"So what's your relationship with him? What's your name? Why are you being imprisoned here?"
The banshee opposite seemed to smile and whispered: "My body is much better, it hasn't changed at all."
"What's the meaning?"
"My name is Leng Cen." The banshee raised her head slightly: "You haven't had your soul removed?"
Hua Ling shook her head. She came here after the Ghost King said those words, and when she entered the underworld door, she entered by herself.
Leng Cen chuckled and murmured: "It's really unfair, but it's reasonable and understandable."
Hua Ling: "So what do you know? That fortune teller has caused a lot of troubles outside. Thanks to him, conflicts between the human and demon worlds are probably going to gradually emerge."
After hearing Hua Ling's words, Leng Cen returned to silence. Just when Hua Ling thought she couldn't figure out what she was planning to do and gave up, Leng Cen suddenly spoke again.
"He is really persistent, Liyin. Maybe we really couldn't forgive you at the beginning, but the price we should bear is not less at all."
After Leng Cen finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and lowered his head, looking the same as at the beginning.
Her voice was weak when she spoke, as if it would dissipate when the wind blew. These few words seemed to have taken up most of her strength. Hua Ling didn't know if she was asleep or something.
After a long time, Hua Ling said to her: "Does Li Yin look a lot like me? I'm not her, my name is Hua Ling."
Leng Cen slowly raised the corners of her mouth and whispered these two words, as if she found them interesting, but she didn't say anything in the end.
Hua Ling couldn't figure out the origin of the banshee named Leng Cen, but she knew very well that nothing could be said from this banshee's mouth, so Hua Ling didn't want to waste any more words, so she had to give up.