The cheongsam beauty becomes a god after the end of the law

The moon sets and the stars sink, and the sky and the earth lose their color.

"I always dream that I suddenly fall, losing weight in the endless darkness, and my sleeping body shrinks and cannot wake up."

Agarwood spoke slowly, like a quiet flowing stream, melting into the night forest.

The magnetic and deep voice of the crane in my ears was pious, "I will catch you from now on, and you will never be able to fall."

The man's strong arms were tightly held in front of him, as if he was afraid that she would not feel at ease, and his long legs were also climbing over her.

Chen Xiangyin relaxed and said with a chuckle: "It's so tight, be careful and you will fall together with me."

"Then let's drop it together." He Tongtian trailed off with a smile.

At this moment, the heart has become calm and relaxed, calm and steady.

In my impression, the heartbeat has never been so real, flesh and blood, fresh and powerful.

"Why did you ask me about my birthday? Did you find something?" Chen Xiangyin asked tentatively.

Subconsciously, there was a crazy idea, if He Chongtian knew that she was immortal.

No hiding, no hesitation, just be honest.

No longer worrying about gains and losses, he will choose whether to accept her or not.

Her secret can no longer be told to anyone.

If He Chongtian could guess it by himself... that would be another matter.

He Chongtian's voice sounded a little disappointed, "Your birthday is coming soon. I want to know when it is."

It turned out to be such a small thing.

The embarrassment in his heart eased, and Chen Xiang whispered, "March 3th."

……

Chen Xiangyin confirmed with Master Zhuang that the salvation ceremony could indeed be performed the next day, but the period of imprisonment in the mountain would be extended.

Chen Xiangyin not only refused, but also asked for salvation day and night, hoping to go back before the end of March.

The sooner she can atone for her sins, the sooner she can go to the place Master Zhuang said he wanted to take her to, and the sooner she can leave.

Master Zhuang disagreed at first. Agarwood's salvation ceremony was unusual.

Wrong souls who cannot find a way to die cannot be liberated so easily. They carry heavy grievances and cannot be reincarnated until they are dissipated.

Agarwood's salvation is to bear all their resentment and pain.

Energy is relatively conserved, and the energy of resentment will fall on Agarwood.

One per day is the limit for ordinary people.

Chen Xiangyin did not listen to Master Zhuang's advice, nor did he listen to Crane's advice. He would not die anyway, so he kept moving forward.

Master Zhuang had nothing to do with her and left it to her. He only reminded her that the salvation ceremony might fail, and told her to pay attention to her own condition and treat it with caution.

Agarwood began a more intensive salvation ceremony, day and night.

For two whole days, I spent three days, and by the time of the fourth person, my body and spirit were exhausted to the extreme.

Although she is immortal, she is still mortal.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, what was roaring in pain at this time was a male college student who was about to graduate.

The hand that Agarwood used to seal her dantian became more and more trembling, beads of sweat oozed from her palms, and her chest felt tight and painful.

This young man had just received an offer from his favorite company.

His classmates envied him and asked him to treat them to dinner. He saved the money and invited his single father who was far away from his hometown in the countryside to come to Qingshan City.

He used the living expenses he had saved through frugality to invite his father to the bathhouse to experience city life. He told how he would bring his father to the city to live a good life in the near future when he received a good salary.

He had a bright future, but his life ended abruptly on this day.

Fate played a cruel joke on the father and son.

Chen Xiangyin's heart felt like it was being torn apart by a sharp blade, and the extreme pain made her almost unable to breathe.

Regret is like a rolling torrent, sweeping through every nerve.

Struggling in grief, Chen Xiangyin calmed his mind and recited the mantra.

"Why wasn't I the one who died?" Deep in his mind, Chen Xiangyin kept asking while blaming himself, but the answer would never come, and everything was settled. A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from Agarwood's mouth. His body was crumbling due to weakness, his eyes were blurred with tears, and he couldn't help crying.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Chen Xiangyin's regret reached its peak.

At this moment, life gradually fades away with the collapse of the heart.

The conversation between the young man and his father, the young man's accusation against his fate, Chen Xiang's original insistence on going his own way... all of this echoed in her heart until the darkness completely swallowed her up.

The salvation ceremony failed and she died once.

……

Consciousness gradually emerged from the abyss, and Agarwood felt a faint light.

My thoughts are like being shrouded in thick fog, my memory fragments are scattered and fuzzy, and I am uneasy but extremely clear.

Chen Xiang recalled that the salvation ceremony had failed and he had to start it all over again.

His eyelids were as heavy as lead, and he struggled to open them. What came into view was the figure of He Chongtian guarding the bedside.

He sat there, leaning forward slightly, holding her hand gently with one hand.

There was bloodshot blood in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were tightened.

Seeing her waking up, He Chongtian's eyes flashed with mixed emotions, ranging from relief and uneasiness.

Agarwood let out a hoarse voice from her throat that was beyond her expectation, "How long have I been asleep?"

Does she call being unconscious "sleep"?

"Ten hours." He Chongtian glanced out the window, "Master Zhuang has cooked the porridge, and I will bring a bowl over."

Crane's voice was so warm that it dispelled the chill in her body.

Chen Xiang hummed, "Help me open the window and let some air in."

As soon as He Chongtian stood up, he leaned over and checked her forehead for body temperature. The temperature was very low.

"It started to be windy early in the morning, so we'll open again later."

When He Chongtian went out and returned again, he saw Agarwood leaning against the window.

The window was wide open, her pale and transparent face closed her eyes in the wind, and her hair was blown up.

He Chongtian put down the tray with dishes and porridge, and immediately stepped forward to close the window.

"You are in a hurry to go back and ignore your health. You are overloaded and overworked. I can't control it. You went into f*cking shock and almost died. When you got up, you had to blow dry?! Have you really had enough?!"

Crane was suppressing his anger, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging and glowing blue.

Chen Xiangyin risked his life just to rush back and take Du Hongqiu on a trip.

Going to the Jiangnan Opera Festival is more important than life?
Or does it mean that she doesn't care about her body at all?

After the anger that had been accumulated all night burst out with a few words, He Chongtian calmed down a little.

Seeing Chen Xiang's confused and shocked eyes.

She didn't seem to understand why he was angry, so she explained softly, "I'm just a little out of breath. It's just that I like to feel the wind...because...because the wind is very free."

"My voice was a bit loud just now, I'm sorry." He Chongtian apologized quickly and crisply.

He pushed the tray on the table and said, "I don't want you to waste your body. Eat more. Damn it, there isn't even any nutritious food in this mountain."

He Chongtian rubbed his hair irritably.

Chen Xiangyin swallowed what he wanted to say and buried his head in eating porridge.

She originally wanted to say: Leave me alone. If it doesn't work, find something to do. Don't follow me every day.

The sweet rice aroma gently passes over the tip of the tongue, which is very warm, simple and satisfying.

"You have to use your body. The more you use it, the more durable it will be. I'm not that valuable." Chen Xiangyin made up words of comfort, said them, and thought about it.

Something was wrong with her, and she was trying to coax him so as not to make him unhappy.

He Chongtian was about to retort when the cell phone in his pocket rang.

The air became tense in an instant. The brother in charge called, either Zhou Zheng had been found, or... something happened.