The man with long hair suddenly appeared with soft features and thin figure. Between his eyebrows there is a pale red mole in the center of his eyebrows.

"Hiss." Feeling the evil spirit from the man, she couldn't help but step back: "judge, are you coming directly from the 18th floor of hell? It's cold. You should stand far away. What should I do if I get cold? "

The local pharmacy is too black hearted. The working-class Meng Po can't afford to hurt her!

Magistrate:

Hearing Meng Po's words, the judge stepped back a few steps, and then asked nervously, "I just felt your Highness's evil spirit. Is your highness back?"

"Well, that's right."

Meng Po blinked and gave an ambiguous answer.

One side of the judge's face muddled: "what is it? Did you come back or not? "

"Your Highness with evil spirit has come back, but your Highness has not come back. Do you understand?"

Meng Po took the soup in her hand and glared at the judge: "I'm really busy chatting with you! Hum. " With that, she took Mengpo soup, dragged a long hair, turned and left.

Your highness?

Your majesty?

The judge raised his hand and rubbed his brow. He was stunned for a long time. Then he suddenly realized that -

right!

He remembered!

Nine years ago, his highness had been to the sun, and he had been closed since he came back. Later, when his highness left the pass, his evil spirit disappeared.

At that time, everyone thought that his highness had deliberately restrained his evil spirit. But later, a judge and ditian drank wine, and inadvertently learned from his drunken ditian that his highness, King Guangwang of Qin, had a thousand years of love!

In order to deal with the robbery, his highness asked the Tibetan king and Bodhisattva to divide his soul into two. In this way, once his highness could not survive the robbery, the remaining half of the soul could still be in charge of the underworld.

But

Now both your highness have gone to the sun. What's the situation?

…………

Ask the world what love is, straight teach people life and death.

In this world, God can calculate anything but feelings.

Love is something that even God can't prevent from being estimated.

**

Yanjing, Xie family.

Xie yudie takes Ning Huanxin home and asks the servants to boil the bird's nest for Ning Huanxin.

At this time, Ning Huanxin is leaning against the head of the bed in her bedroom, holding the script of master Mingyue that Zhang Yu gave her. But now she is upset. Although she is staring at the script, her mind is not on this one at all.

Now rather happy heart full of brain are thinking of that man's back, and that kind of let oneself feel very familiar, very distressed feeling.

Why

Why do you see that shadow, feel that breath, you will feel so uncomfortable, so painful.

Who the hell is he? What does it have to do with yourself?

"Little sweetheart, are you better?"

At this time, Xie yudie's voice suddenly came from the door. Ning Huan Xin raised her head and saw Xie yudie looking at herself with concern.

"Little butterfly."

Ning Huan heart couldn't help smiling at Xie yudie: "I'm much better, that is A little upset. "

"Upset? If there's something bothering you, please tell me and make me happy

Xie yudie strode forward and sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't help laughing.

"With you this pistachio around me, no matter how upset things will disappear."

Ning Huan Xin can't help but close the script and wink at Xie yudie. At this time, the light from the corner of her eye glances to Xie yudie's hands and sees a magazine in her hand.

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