Chapter 1353： have no choice

"Some people have some things, even if they don't have the memory, she still has to face it by herself." Feng Xueyang sighed, there was no lack of helplessness in her tone, quietly watching Mingyue Jun who had walked to the tomb.

Walking to the tomb, Mingyue Jun was at a loss. He knew something was strange, but he couldn't help but stared at the **** handprint on the stele for a long time. Apart from the fact that it was too weird, he had to admit that the owner of the handprint was too strange. A pair of extremely beautiful hands, uh...at least from the shape, the slender fingers are slender and well-proportioned. It is not difficult to imagine that its owner should also be a rare beauty, unlike himself...Mingyue Jun Subconsciously raised one's hands to contrast with it, and when he looked at it, he couldn't help sighing: How about saying that people are not good-looking? Especially this palmistry. Ugh! Do you not know that you also have a pair of beautiful hands? The slender and well-proportioned roots are like green onions. Looking at this skin, it is not only white as jade, but also slippery without leaving your hands...cough cough...that seems to be a bit stinky to praise yourself, Mingyue-jun stopped with a little annoyance. After narcissism, I looked at the waiting woman, and then at the blood that was still flowing on the handprint. My scalp was tingling, but I had to send the arrow on the string. I could only grit my teeth and stamp my hand on the handprint. . Yo! It's not too big or too small, as if it was printed by myself.

Just when Mingyue Jun was curious about the fact that this handprint was exactly the size of his hand, a mutation suddenly occurred: I saw that the handprint suddenly flashed a dazzling red light, and then Mingyue Jun suddenly felt something following the mark. The palm of the hand on the stele burrowed into his own blood vessels and meridians all the way up. Mingyue Jun was shocked and wanted to withdraw his hand to the stele, but found that his hand seemed to be held by a force, and he couldn't take it back, so he panicked and became angry from his heart: Is this woman really a ghost? ? But she never offended her, why did she harm herself? This person was about to inquire, and only felt that the things that had only penetrated into his body had already swam into his head, constantly pounding at something, causing him to have a splitting headache.

Mingyue Jun hugged his head with his hands that he did not know when he had retracted and collapsed to the ground. He kept twisting his body to relieve the terrible pain, but it was useless. Just when she was about to lose consciousness due to the pain, a white light flashed in her mind, and she seemed to see some inexplicable images in the blur: the same cold season, the same dark night, the same empty wilderness, but here Eyes full of loneliness, without the vibrant green grass and dreamy and charming pink-purple carnations. The tomb was lying there alone, the same wordless tombstone, without the weird blood-colored handprints, and the color of the stone was more vivid...Two young girls in the distance were dressed in plain clothes, carrying bamboo baskets, and they knelt down before the tomb. , Three heads knocked down, and stood up again. One of them said quietly: "Auntie! The girl is coming to see you. Look! This is your favorite cold chicken with jasmine, oily double crisp and snowflake crisp." As she spoke, she put a few foods out of the bamboo basket one by one, but the woman next to her had already shrugged and sobbed.

The voices of these two women are so familiar, I don't know where I heard them? In doubt, Mingyuejun tried hard to see the appearance of the two women, but the woman who had spoken before said again: "Tomorrow they will send me out of the palace, I am afraid they will not be able to see you for some days. But you Don't worry about being lonely, Liubo is still here, she will definitely come to accompany you often for me."