This is Lin Jiuer's life.

No matter before or after death, you will never be liberated.

"Who teaches greed, anger, and ignorance..."

The feminine and gentle voice hidden countless shrill resentment, becoming more and more sharp, like crying and complaining.

The wind is blowing, and the world in front of you is destroyed.

When consciousness recovers again,

Ranbai opened his eyes and saw a dark area in front of him, the ghost was dark and the space around him was extremely narrow, and he suffocated faintly because of the poor air.

Where is this?

Ran Bai stared at him and came to a conclusion.

She is actually lying in the coffin now.

Next to Ranbai, there is a fairy king with slender clothes in snow. When he lay there quietly, he was like an exquisite mural, like a god who had been sleeping for thousands of years.

Not awake yet.

Ranbai glanced around. The coffin was covered with blood red, not like it was painted, but like blood was stained with blood. She blinked her eyes and looked at the immortal lying beside her.

The space size of the coffin is just right for two people to lie in it, and it is not crowded.

Ranbai supported himself slightly and stared at Yu Chen Qingjue's eyebrows and eyes. Even when he was asleep, it still made people feel cold and inviolable. He was covered in frost and spotless.

The Demon Lord smiled, his expression hidden in the darkness of the coffin. The blood around her reflected her eyes, and the shadow fell into it, precipitating a strange color. He stretched out his hand and gently poked Yu Chen's face with his slender and pale fingertips. The touch under his fingertips was soft and delicate.

Ranbai gently twisted his fingertips, and the remaining touch felt soft. She looked at the immortal king who seemed to be able to do whatever he wanted in a coma. He supported Yu Chen with one hand and leaned over, gradually shortening the distance between the two.

The fairy king in white was lying in the coffin, his eyes that were always breeze and bright moon were slightly closed, and his slender eyelashes drooped on his eyelids. The thin lips under the bridge of his nose were light and beautiful in color, which was very attractive. It extended from the arc of his jaw to the neck, and the clean and distinct lines finally disappeared in the rigorous snow-colored neckline.

The outline of his appearance was cold and delicate, bewitching and beautiful, and his beauty that became more and more hazy in the darkness was suppressed by his cold breath.

The Demon Lord curled the corners of his lips, opened his bright red lips lightly, and bit Yu Chen's cold and delicate jaw very recklessly. The snow-white teeth pointed gently rubbed against the curve of his jaw. It was slowly sticky and vaguely carried a bit of dangerous breath. The eyes half-covered by the long eyelashes were filled with evil spirits.
Chapter completed!