Jiang Yuyan knew that this black water pill was definitely stolen by Qing’er, and she stole more than one, otherwise she couldn’t stand in front of her unscathed.

Qing Er helped her to sit up from the iceberg.

“Miss, you gave me your life. I can’t just watch you die! It’s all here, and I think we should run away. If you go on like this, you will soon be tortured to death.”

Jiang Yuyan shook his head helplessly.

“No, Qinger, my life was given by him, and I will not leave. Besides, he is the Emperor, and I can escape to the ends of the earth, but I cannot escape his palms. It is you, if they find you give them After my blackwater pill, they will not easily forgive you, you should go now. “

“Miss, you gave me your life. You won’t leave, so I won’t leave.”

Jiang Yuyan’s heart warmed, but he did not expect to save a kitten demon, but in exchange for a sister who lives and die.

She knew that it was useless to say anything, and set her mind in her heart. In any case, she could not let Qinger stay with her, otherwise she would be dragged by herself one day.

She raised her hands and rubbed Qing’er’s hair with a positive look.

“Yes, Qinger, in a few more hours, when the ghost door is closed, you have to go to the Changsheng Hall on earth, and then help me find something that can save my life at a critical moment.”

Jiang Yuyan casually made up one thing and sent Qing’er away. Looking at the little girl’s solemn appearance, she was more firm in her decision.

Slightly relieved, Jiang Yuyan climbed out of the black water Xuantan, found his clothes and slipped out.

On July 15th of each year, the gate of the ghost gate will open. In the human world, this day is called the ghost festival, but Jiang Yuyan knows that this is only Ye Xiuyao waiting for the return of a woman.

Because this day is the day of Jiang Yuning’s death, and the day of their big wedding.

Jiang Yuyan looked at herself in the mirror with ridicule. She was originally a wind chime under the eaves of the Changsheng Hall, which was seized by Ye Xiuyao to make Mengpo soup.

Because he gave her the same appearance as Jiang Yuning, and gave her a heart after being drunk, she fell in love with him hopelessly.

…

Lightly touch the jade finger, slightly apply pink daisies, and Feng Guanxia.

Jiang Yuyan in a red suit was like a fairy in the fire, and the beauty was thrilling.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and her white fingers gently touched the mark on her forehead. In the center of her eyebrow, there was a pattern of wind chimes, which was branded by Ye Xiuyao herself, and the only difference between her and Jiang Yuning.

Stained with cinnabar, Jiang Yuyan drew a peony to cover up the original mark, but it seemed more and more stunning.

She looked at herself in a pair of glasses with satisfaction, and got up and walked to Xi Qingshan. At this time of year, Ye Xiuyao would be drunk and drunk.

She chose a remote path and successfully escaped the ghost hunt.

The underworld is different from the human world. There is no day or night. The sky and the ground are all gray. Even all the buildings seem to be hidden in the haze.

This time of year is a special day for the underworld, in order to prevent ghosts from taking the opportunity to escape to the world. On this day, the entire underworld will be martialized and ghosts are forbidden to enter and leave.

On the west hill!

Ye Xiuyao, in a black costume, stood on a peak that stood like a knife. He was long and tall, and he didn’t do anything, but the air of a hundred miles seemed to be frozen, cold and abnormal.