Chapter 1297: Attacking the Tasteless Copycat Boss

"Why are you awkward?" He caressed her cheek, "I just met you after death, and the scenery is no different from that of ordinary people."

"But I have been dead for three hundred years, so am I not much older than you?"

He chuckled, "You can't say that. In the memory of scenery, you have already stayed in your best year. Time has never changed you. You are still the girl who just got haircut."

"You can still speak." She hugged his waist happily, feeling pleased with herself, but soon, she thought of a question, "That day... what was the cemetery we saw?"

"According to my guess, those are painful memories buried by the scenery. I checked the historical records and found that three hundred years ago, one hundred and thirty-two members of the Xia family died in floods caused by dragons." At this point, he After a slight pause, he kissed the corner of her lips with pity, and said softly: "Fengguang once set up tombstones for these people in his own world. Time passed so long that you gradually forgot the names of these people. The names on the tombstones disappeared, and those dolls..."

"I understand." She leaned against his chest and closed her eyes. "I made those dolls too. I set up tombstones and made dolls for everyone who died, but then... I made them All forgotten."

"this is not your fault."

"If it's not my fault... then why am I the only one who has become a ghost now?" She sobbed, "My parents are gone, why can they be reincarnated, but I have to remain in this world as a ghost? Where's the wandering around?"

He patted her back gently and sighed: "To become a ghost, it must be because you have unfulfilled wishes, regrets, or hatred..."

"Really?" She blinked, "But I don't know if I have any regrets or hatred..."

"It doesn't matter. It will be a good thing for you to forget this."

"But...what do you mean by helping me regain my Yang?"

"I begged the Patriarch." He said with a smile: "My master's master, he said he was willing to help me, as long as I can find the elixir that can help you return Yang."

There was a layer of mist in her eyes again, "You were just looking for this thing...that's why you lost your hand?"

"I found the scenery." He said: "No one who entered the abyss in the past could come out alive, but I just lost one hand. This is a very lucky thing. When you come back to the sun, we will If we can be together without any obstacles, we will get married. If you like children, then we will have another child."

"Can I really... be able to return Yang?"

"Of course." He lowered his head, smiled, and kissed her again, "If the scenery cannot return the sun, then I will stay with you as a ghost."

"I don't want it!" She grabbed his hand, "I want you to live and live well."

"We will survive together." He pressed her back closer to his body and whispered in her ear, "I promise you."

Mo Qing was injured. After all, he couldn't stay on the cold snowy mountain for too long. After one night, Taoist priest Zhiwei went up to the mountain in person and asked Mo Qing to go back.

Mo Qing was reluctant to give up. When he wanted to speak, Zhiwei knew what he was thinking and said directly: "You know, the aura of Linglong Pond is good for her. It is best for her to let her stay here. "

"Mo Qing, you should go back and recuperate first." Feng Guang smiled, "When you are healed, you can come see me again."