Send you a black lotus gl[Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 172

Where is the lost page of the book of life and death that has never been found...

Black and white are impermanent and helpless.

This punishment has also been punished, His Highness said that he will take the blame and make meritorious service, and it is not good for Shidian Yama to say anything else about this matter.

But the master didn't bother to care about the lost page, and it was just a matter of appearances.

The woman looked at the bitter face of black and white impermanence, sneered and dismissed it.

Black and white impermanence became even more angry, but there was nothing he could do: "His Royal Highness, please rest well."

This person was the river god who died at the hands of mortals.

After the two ghost messengers left, the blazing flames and the sound of the wind mixed together, and there was a tearing and pulling sound around the hollow.

The roaring flames seemed like a ferocious beast greedily licking the woman's skin.

The places where the flames licked left bright red marks.

The white bones were visible, and the blue veins on Jiangshuishen's head were bulging. Sweat kept flowing out and into her eyes. She closed her eyes tightly due to the pain.

Her thin lips turned white from being bitten, and she, who was always proud, let out a painful sound uncontrollably.

The painful aftertaste made the smug smile on Jiang Shuishen's face turn ferocious.

Suddenly, she laughed out loud, with a hint of sarcasm in her laughter.

A page in the Book of Life and Death that Yama of the Ten Palaces wants to "lose".

But as long as she doesn't tell, no one will know.

It's just a short period of suffering from the burning of the body, and it still can't make her Jiang Shuishen succumb.

"Ha ha."

Jiang Shuishen squinted his eyes, and heard that a god came to the underworld today.

Yama of the Ten Palaces rushed to meet him one after another.

Shangxian?

Jiang Shuisheng chewed these two words carefully, and said them word by word.

A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and her expression fell into deep thought of the past.

Then, the anger that was not intended to be concealed appeared in those gray-blue eyes.

Shangxian? !

What kind of bullshit is the immortal, who is just a lackey of the heavens, and he also came here to show off his might?

When she escapes from here, she must take a good look at the demeanor of that Shangxian.

Said it was "I want to see the beauty", but Jiang Shuishen's expression was extremely indifferent.

On the bridge of Naihe.

There is an endless stream of ghosts coming and going, and Po Meng can't rest for a moment.

This underworld is not always so busy, but recently there have been occasional wars above, and the number of casualties has increased.

While taking a break, Meng Po calmly looked at Su Ya who was standing beside her.

The woman in plain clothes, even though she was wearing a butterfly mask representing gentleness, could hardly conceal the cold aura on her body.

She is like a piece of ice, far colder than the Wangchuan River under the bridge.

Cutting off love and pursuing the Dao, this is what the Xian family longed for all their lives.

Do whatever it takes.

Because Su Ya is a person from the upper realm.

Therefore, people in the lower realms, especially souls, have a natural admiration for her.

But the twin swords on Su Ya's back exuded a strong sense of immortality, giving people a feeling of indifference.

Those ghosts with evil intentions and admiration want to approach but dare not approach.

Granny Meng smiled and reached out to a little girl who died tragically, wiped the blood from her head, and poured Po Meng soup into her bowl: "Don't be stupid, this is a high-ranking immortal."

Meng Po's words were sarcasmous.

Su Ya glanced at her: "Meng Po really understands."

Su Ya just said six simple words and didn't say much more.

Judging by Po Meng's appearance, it should be contemptuous of a person like herself who cuts off love and love.

It doesn't matter if she doesn't like herself, and there is no need to force her to like it.

But the little girl didn't seem to hear it, her big bright eyes stared at Su Ya, as if she wanted to remember her firmly in her heart.

The admiration and liking in those eyes cannot be faked

Even if Po Meng said it was dangerous, the little girl still couldn't restrain her liking in her heart, and walked towards Su Ya slowly like a moth to a flame.

Su Ya looked at the little girl.

Is this what the system has said, people in the lower realms, admiration for people at a higher level, an inherent luxury?

So is the female supporting role in this article also the same?

Living in false illusions without realizing it.

Just when the little girl was about to touch Su Ya's clothes, Su Ya suddenly raised her hand, drew a sharp sword aura, and opened the little girl.

This kind of behavior is really too hurtful.

The light in the little girl's eyes slowly disappeared, and her eyes gradually turned gray.

When Po Meng saw this, it was really difficult to conceal her inner anger.

She can't stand such a heartless and ruthless person, who wantonly ignores other people's feelings in order to achieve the so-called goal!

Granny Meng became angry from embarrassment.

Su Ya said to the little girl: "I don't like you, drink this bowl of Mengpo soup."

The little girl's soul was a little blurred, perhaps because she was too sad, she raised her head and drank the soup.

The memory began to slowly disappear, and the infatuation just now was gone in the last pair of eyes.

Su Ya waved her sleeves and turned around, looking at the endless Wangchuan River in front of her, and at the red Bana flowers blooming among the white bones.

"you!"

Su Ya said softly: "She admires me and will feel sad because I don't like it, so I let her drink this bowl of Mengpo soup and forget everything. It's not too much."

Granny Meng covered her mouth and burst out laughing.

She understood.

Su Ya doesn't know anything about love, so she thinks it's good to forget everything.

How can such a person change her mind with words?

Unless one day, she really tried the taste of love herself, and realized that she was in an emotional quagmire.

Only then can you understand what it means to be deeply in love, and you can't help yourself.

"Did Shangxian ever wait for the person you are waiting for?" Po Meng wanted to provoke her with words.

Su Ya was indifferent.

It's not that she hasn't thought about feelings, it's just that the more she thinks about it, the more painful it becomes.

I have experienced so many worlds, but everything seems to have disappeared like yesterday.

Su Ya closed her eyes, trying to recall the voices and smiles of her old friends, but the faces of those people were faintly blurred.

She has a good memory, but that doesn't mean she won't forget.

Maybe after a long time of training, she will eventually forget these people completely.

Moreover, no matter what, Su Ya felt that she seemed to have forgotten someone.

Yuliqing, Luo Qingyue, Gu Pan...

No matter what, I feel like I have forgotten someone.

Su Ya felt a little headache.

The Quartet Ghost still looked at her with admiration.

Su Ya suddenly felt that these eyes were too deliberate and rigid, which made people feel uncomfortable.

She doesn't like it.

Turn away.

But Su Ya will still come to this Naihe Bridge every day to wait for her destined person.

Sometimes, sitting next to her is a woman dressed in red and covered in distress, the hairpin on her head has become dilapidated.

A pair of eyes looked eagerly at the direction of Wangxiangtai, the ghost who was driven over by the ghost messenger.

The female ghost also has to wait for someone.

During his lifetime, his childhood sweetheart and childhood sweetheart, before the flowers under the moon, made a private decision for life.

After finally waiting until the big wedding day, I realized that I was not marrying the person I promised.

It's the idiot brother who is mentally disabled.

Although that idiot is kind and cared for the female ghost in every possible way, but she already has her own heart, and it is really hard to accept this matter. She wasted a long time, and on the day of her sweetheart's wedding, she put on the wedding dress she made, drank poisonous wine, Ended up depressed.

After the female ghost died, she refused to drink Mengpo's soup, and she wanted to wait, only seeking a touch of fate in a thousand years.

Po Meng couldn't remember how long the woman had been waiting for, she only knew that the female ghost was crazy, her soul was about to drift apart, and she was holding on with her last breath.

There is a drop of unfeeling tears in the female ghost's eyes, once shed, it will be wiped out.

"Are you waiting for your sweetheart too?" the woman asked innocently.

A grin spread across his lips.

Really naive.

Su Ya hooked her lips and smiled lightly: "Maybe."

The woman laughed even happier and clapped her hands vigorously: "I'm not alone anymore!"

"Then your sweetheart, does he like you?"

Su Ya stared at her, and replied softly and with certainty: "Yes."

The woman suddenly felt a little lost, as if she heard a melancholy answer, but the sadness turned around and passed away.

She said foolishly, "Then you must love her too."

Su Ya didn't answer this time.

He just looked in the direction of Wangxiangtai with the female ghost.

Su Ya knew that her destined person might be here, but she didn't expect it.

It might be Jiang Shuishen, or it might be Luo Qingyue, Xiao Jue...

These people occupied too many positions in her heart, and she no longer had the chance to let go of others.

Po Meng didn't care about these two people.

One person is indifferent and does not understand the pain of love, while the other is infatuated and cannot escape the pain of love.

Meng Po still finished her work and poured Meng Po soup for all the ghosts. Even if the Tenth Hall of Yama came to inspect, Meng Po was not very afraid.

unless……

Po Meng felt the moist water vapor in the air, her body trembled, and she was reminded of the hybrid Highness of God and Demon.

Meng Po was so excited that she always felt that the surroundings became damp and wet.

Turning his head to look, his face turned pale with shock, his face disastrous.

I'm really afraid of what's coming...

A woman in a black dress, holding an umbrella, walked slowly.

There were still wounds on his face that hadn't fully healed, and a pair of gray-blue eyes stared forward.But in her eyes, there is more arrogance and disdain for the many souls around her.

Compared with ghosts, they were closer to Su Ya, and when this person came, they all avoided.

Jiang Shuishen held an umbrella in one hand, and held a book in the other, holding it across his arms.

Su Ya opened her eyes wide, looking at the person walking towards her in disbelief.

Unable to utter a word from the upper and lower lips.That pair of gray-blue eyes coincided with the person in his memory.

But when Jiang Shuishen looked at him back then, he was only gentle, but this person was full of murderous intent.

River God?

Su Ya stared at each other intently.

Eyebrows, demeanor, are exactly the same as the other party.

Su Ya staggered a few steps forward, and her body first acted with her brain, trying to get closer to the other party and confirm the guess in her heart.

Su Ya's hands were shaking.

The joy in her heart made her heart throb.

But Su Ya had no time to worry.

Su Ya took a deep breath, and finally raised her voice, wanting to speak, Jiang...

Jiang Shuishen looked at the woman in front of him coldly, feeling that the other person's features were somewhat familiar, but the immortal energy surrounding her was disgusting.

Jiang Shuishen folded his umbrella into a sword, and the water sword flowed, exuding murderous aura: "Dog in the way, get out."

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Today, Jiyou came to me very sadly, and said tearfully that he was rejected.

It's the cute little curly meow.

The reason for brushing negative is "A sentence or two is a natural paragraph, is it cool? The author doesn't want to be glass-hearted. If you don't want to hear it, don't read my comments, and don't reply to me with a glass-hearted heart."

The usually soft and cute gay friend mustered up the courage to say something, and then the person said that he was pretty awesome, so he would come here every day to get negative!

A few negative points were written all over his face.

She was so angry that she held back her tears and said to me, "Code first, and then talk after updating."

Well, this is our habit. If there is something urgent to talk about, we have to finish typing first.

How should I put it, I think you should be reasonable in life, even if you want to vent your grievances, you have to find a suitable reason?

Scolding the author for the natural paragraph is too short, and then afraid of the author's reply, I said in advance that she would not allow her to reply, and then said that she would come to brush negatives every day.

Who is this glass heart?

Juan Miao is sensitive, and is a caring little padded jacket, and she will never forget such comments.

But I think that no matter whether you are glass-hearted or not, it is not a reason for others to hurt and frame you at will. To be a human being, you still have to have a little kindness in your heart and don't vent your anger at will.