Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

Her fingers snapped her wrist and her nails fell into it.

Cold incense is not yet counterproductive. He was never afraid of fruit paper. Since the medicine came from the West Sea, he wanted Xianyantai to bring her back to life, even if it was just a walker.

She seemed to have too many secrets buried in her body, and he asked her to give him the mystery, and he asked her to stay with him.

“Xiaoqi, let's go to Xianyantai now.” He whispered in her ear canal.

However, the smoke suddenly rose and drove abruptly to the site.

The man jumped off his horse and lifted the cape cap, but she was a woman. She walked to the side of the dragon and knelt down. “Your Majesty, the Tai Doctor said that the dragon foetus in the belly of the Princess Qiu was dangerous. Her mother missed the Emperor, and kept reading your name in a coma. Please return quickly. ”

Ripple, master of Cedar Palace.

“Nothing? At least let me have another look at this most tense juncture. Let me know what Dragonfly has decided. Did you go to Senyantai or Cedar Palace?” Woman freaked out.

“See what you can do?” The man whispered.

“I don't think so. ”

“What else does it look like? ”

“Streaming, please. ”

Man grunts, “Do you need to see it again? If I were a dragon, I would never go to Xianyantai. ”

“That's you, not him! ”

“Wherever he goes, it's none of your business, Zhu Qi. ”

“If so, why did you just let me go back and say those words to him when you clearly took my soul away? ”

The man smiled softly, "Qi, you don't even want to die for him. If I don't do this, you seem too pathetic. ”

“Liujing, what do you mean? If the dragon does not leave Xianyantai, then the dragon does not have to die, and I can return to her body. He's gone now, and we can get back together. ”

“Even if the flesh of the year-old is healed by the people of Xianyantai, your soul cannot return to it. ”

“Why?”

“Qi, don't you understand? Yearling will die because your soul cannot bear the pain of your body, you are too weak. If it were someone else's soul, it wouldn't necessarily die. ”

“Are you saying that a cuckoo can only be a living dead man after all? ”

“Of course not. ”

A chill rises from the heart of a woman, "What are you talking about? ”

Cold, it's the voice of a man who's called to be a drifting sight.

“There will be another wipe of soul into her body, just as it was in the palace shortly before she died, and your soul into her body. ”

All the noise goes down silently.

The stream continues: “This is a Mirror Flower Moon, why should you miss it? You'll be here for a while, I'll make arrangements. ”

“No, how could this be a water moon mirror? He loved me.” Woman laughs low, “I love him too. ”

“When Xuan is reborn, he no longer loves you. I asked you to go back and tell him a few words, but I hope that your spirits will leave a mark in his heart. ”

The woman laughed, “He loves the sexes of Xiaoqi. Even if another soul occupies the body of Xuan, he, too...”

“Who knows?” the scene whispered softly, "If you wanted to be with him, why did you choose to hide him? If he hadn't, he wouldn't have imprisoned you or treated you like that, you wouldn't have had this disaster. ”

“You know perfectly well that if I told him about the child and what happened that night in Smoky Town, he would die. ”

The sight is just a laugh, that laugh is lazy and cold.

“Good thing he's dead.” He suddenly turned around and walked out, waving his hand, the door slammed shut.

One room jade bone antiquities, one room cool.

A woman stood still with two bronze mirrors in front of her.

It's called traceability on one side and not on the other.

Tracing is the past, not the future.

Anyone in front of the mirror can see their past and the future.

Without a mirror, the image was set in the eyes of the emperor of the western cold kingdom. He went to Xianyantai or Cedar Palace, which became a mystery.

The stream sealed the mirror with force, and all she could see now was the past in the mirror.

Her name was Zhu Qi, a soul, maybe a few minutes ago, maybe even earlier, and she was still in another space of time, a country called Xiliang, a woman named Ying Xuan.

Now it's 2010 AD, and this is China, and this is an antique shop. All stories start here.

Zhu Qi gazed at the mirror and smiled, but the tears slowly slipped down. The mirror shows all her past, people and things about her.

According to the family naming pattern, Zhu Qi was fortunate that he was not born in the royal family and happened to rank eighth.

She wanted to change her name, and then she did, because this weird name was the last thing that her parents left behind. They're dead. Uncle Uncle and their child, Zhu No. 1 -- No. 6, also braided very early.

She's the only one left in the Zhu family.

Isn't it fate to be blind? Zhu Qi didn't know, but at birth, a blind man who was running a river and lake was said to have occupied the gossip for her, and then he went off in a frenzy with great horror.

“The child, named after Phoenix. ”

Phoenix flies, Wutong is Yi. , Fu Lu Yu.

Her life is not great or noble, but it is a shame. The family and the cat and dog were all wiped out. Damn blind man.

She's better than Kaneda, Conan is better than Ke, where she's going to die. So she doesn't have any friends. If you don't ask much, you don't get to know each other deeply. Being alone is better than letting people die.

This is actually a little wrong. She still has two friends, two people who haven't been caught.

And so, she was very nice to her only two friends, and she almost gave her life to those two.

And so, for fuck's sake, sign the next bond, loan millions, get her to support the great cause of human civilization restoration —— burglary, no, it's said to be archaeological.

Dark day, the ghost knows what time it is. Looking at the building in the dark, Zhu Qi's heel was still trembling. She rented the house here.

She didn't even know who she was chasing for a loan, an underground money dealer or something. But the chase was a mysterious disappearance. The debtor couldn't find anyone, and she squeezed out all the message boxes she was chasing, and there was no news.

There was no way to pay off that huge debt, and those people would kill her. She did smell death, too.

She is a librarian at a private university, and in the aftermath of class, the daylight shines. In front of the silent library door, she stared bitterly at Lin Sheng leaving with his girlfriend. Lin Sheng is a young professor at school, and she has not yet begun to fathom the secret love of cup utensils.

The two men suddenly came out and pressed her, and the sharp blade rubbed her fingers and broke a bloody mouth. Lin Sheng would not have turned back if it hadn't been for the strange black cat yelling from somewhere.

The light breeze brings a slight glance.

This glimpse saved her life. Those two went into hiding.

Biting her teeth, she rushed upstairs at the fastest possible speed and settled in the dim lights of the hallway, looking at the words on the otherwise snowy wall, bright red:

Debt repayment.

Now that the debt collection rate is professional, is that what she calls self-imposed networking? Put your head on the door and try to determine what's going on inside.

“Autumn knife fish tastes like cats and you want to know. ”

What's that noise? She was shocked, and so on —— this is the ringtone of her phone, except that her phone was still in her pants pocket, which she used to bomb in the afternoon to chase.

Why is it coming out in the house? She was a spirit, touched her trouser pockets, and the inside was empty.

Holy shit!

She should run. But somehow, she wanted to go in, maybe she'd been starving for half a day, maybe the heavens and the earth, and she really had nowhere else to go except for this cabin.