Cross the prayer space

Chapter 763 Shocking Hongzhaoying 8 End

He rubbed his forehead, smiled lowly, that indecision, everything that belonged to Ebony Chen had long since disappeared.

His eyes were shining with blood red light, and the overwhelming black swept over.

"what happened!"

"It's getting dark!"

"Is it the end of the world!"

Screams rang out one after another.

The demon rushed out of Wu Muchen's body and raged.

At the moment when the world fell into darkness, An Ran subconsciously protected the people around her.

Fu Sinian quickly abandoned the car, "Mu Sheng, return to the painting."

An Ran hugged Xue Yiran, touched her cheek, "Wait for me here, remember that you are the last descendant of the Xue family, you must live well."

Then her figure dissipated, turned into bits of streamer, and went to the distance.

Wu Muchen watched everything with cold eyes, the corners of his mouth raised and his eyes were full of indifference.

Until, that flash of light broke through the darkness, wearing a long snow-colored dress, holding an umbrella in her hand, like the woman I saw when I was wandering many years ago.

Wu Muchen looked at her coldly, "Wu Muchen is dead."

An Ran put away her umbrella, and looked at him with moist eyes, "Xiao Chen, do you still remember that we met for the first time on the south side of the city?"

Wu Muchen's pupils shrank, "You can't save them."

An Ran pursed her lips and smiled, "I know, but I have to give it a try."

She stepped forward slowly, and the slender hands glowed with light, reflecting the woman's stunning facial features.

Wu Muchen was caught by the hand, subconsciously raised his head, but met a pair of smiling eyes.

Everything around him gradually melted, as if he had encountered the warmest place to return to.

A gentle voice sounded beside my ear, "From the moment I turned into a ghost fairy, I knew that this fate would eventually come to an end."

The merits and virtues all over his body turned into light, completely covering the man inside, all the screaming stopped instantly, and time reversed in an instant.

Fu Sinian watched everything return to an hour ago, then suddenly opened his eyes, he was still sitting in the car.

Everything seems to have returned to calm, only a golden lotus bloomed in the Huangquan River beside the Naihe Bridge in the underworld, where no flowers or plants should have grown.

Xue Yiran woke up from the dream, touched his head in a daze, "Really, I'm dreaming again."

Everyone has forgotten her, but they still seem to vaguely remember her.

At the bridge of Naihe, a handsome and seductive man with a little red cinnabar between his brows stood by Jinlian's side, just like the stunning reflection in the reflection of the river on the south side of the city when we met that year.

The woman in snow clothes held an umbrella and pulled her up from the ground, but the voice that had taught him a lesson was more gentle and warm.

With a glance of ten thousand years, it is in my heart, and I have been willing to follow behind her ever since.

Demons are rampant, but it turns out that he is the chief culprit. Later, no one thought of it.

Po Meng looked at him and shook her head. She is Po Meng, no one can make her forget, and she will never forget. In this hell, besides her, there are judges and Pluto, who will remember that smiling and gentle woman.

He filled a bowl of Mengpo soup and handed it to the man at the bridge, "No, there's a new flavor, try it for her, she will be happy when she wakes up."

The man took a sip, then put down the bowl, "She doesn't like the taste."

Granny Meng accepted the indifferent smile, "You're not her, how do you know she doesn't like it?"

The man didn't speak, just lowered his head and smiled to himself.

Beside the Naihe Bridge, there are clusters of ghosts and shadows. How many times have changed, but he remains the same.

Po Meng's soup has already developed thousands of flavors, most of which are tasted by men.

On this day, a new guest came to Naiheqiao, Xue Yiran, who has succeeded the city god for a hundred years.

She stood in front of Granny Meng suspiciously, "Aunt Meng, I always feel that I have forgotten a memory."

Po Meng touched her head, "Silly girl. You are the city god, who dares to let you forget."

Xue Yiran remained silent, "Yes, I have to go to work, Aunt Meng will come to see you when she is free."

Seeing the back of the girl leaving in a hurry, Meng Po smiled and shook her head, "That's fine, it's what you want to see."

Another hundred years passed, Fu Sinian came to the man in a green robe and holding a picture scroll.

The man looked up, then lowered his head indifferently.

Fu Sinian didn't mind either, and sat beside him, "It's been 200 years. Mu Sheng wanted to see you, so I brought him here. Really, it's a sin to forget her for a hundred years."

Wu Musheng in the picture scroll appeared, "Are you okay?"

The man nodded and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

Wu Musheng didn't speak, and sat beside him. Granny Meng was a little speechless, and finally she couldn't see it.

The three of them sat silently for a long time, finally Wu Musheng sighed, got up and patted the man's head, "The boy has grown up, don't be reckless in the future."

"My name is Wu Muchen." He said something in a low voice, and stopped talking.

Fu Sinian and Wu Musheng left, and before leaving, they looked at Jinlian again.

On this day, it rained rarely in the underworld, and Pluto came to Granny Meng wonderingly, "There will be a rainy day in this Huangquan."

Meng Po squinted her eyes and smiled, "Should it be the water of Tianhe?"

The Yellow Spring should have been turbid, but today it was exceptionally clear. Under the reflection of the spring water, a woman in a snow suit and holding an oil-paper umbrella showed her smile.

The man suddenly raised his head, only to see that the golden lotus had long since disappeared on the underworld, and a woman appeared, staring at her.

There was a smile on An Ran's cheeks, and her tone was gentle and peaceful, "Wu Muchen, look, I still did it."

The rain hit the umbrella, and Wu Muchen subconsciously wanted to step into Huangquan, but was stopped by An Ran, "Here. You can't enter." She landed on the ground with the umbrella, and stretched out her hand towards her, "Come, let me show you Look at the world right now."

Wu Muchen stretched out his hand subconsciously, and placed it in the woman's soft palm.

Hands clasped, the story hidden in time, I don't know who will open it one day, and see the love that belongs to them, the accidental love.

"Your Majesty, it's snowing." In Fengtian Palace, a waitress appeared beside a majestic woman.

The woman known as Your Majesty has a graceful and luxurious appearance. Even though she is over forty years old, her eyes are still the same as before, and even more dignified and domineering due to the accumulation of time.

The female officer lowered her head, and subconsciously relaxed her breathing.

The woman looked at the wind and snow outside, and suddenly sighed, "Tell me, what are you doing?" She rubbed the center of her brows.

The female officer said in a low voice, "Your Majesty also cares about His Majesty the Empress Dowager."

"Hey, by the way, where's that girl An Ran?" She remembered something and asked.

"Prince Fengyang has gone to the princess's palace, he must be worried about the princess's health." The female officer replied cautiously.

"In this palace, except for the younger sister of her father who really cares about her, who doesn't hope that something will happen to her sooner, but this child has to lose her temper." The queen said angrily.

(End of this chapter)