After rebirth, Pei Jiuye overturned raising cubs

Chapter 378 The origin of Linger, Qiao Luoyan who has not yet enlightened

Du Lingtong thought that after Fu Jun's death, the two could finally be a ghostly couple.

But she couldn't find Fu Jun, and she couldn't find her husband.

Du Lingtong, who was trapped in Yuncheng, could never leave here.

In the long 200 years that followed, she gradually became black from the initial collapse, and her soul power became stronger and stronger.

Later, with the passage of time, she still held the expectation in her heart that she would see Fu Jun again.

No matter how much time passes, Du Lingtong will always remember that she fell in love with the husband who surprised her whole life.

It is precisely because of this, which made her relive tens of thousands of bits and pieces of emotion, that Du Lingtong can keep his soul and body immortal, and survive in this world for 260 years.

Until six years ago, Du Lingtong, who lingered in this piece of land, saw Fu Mingcheng who moved to the villa and sat in a wheelchair, and she recognized him at a glance.

That is Master Fu Jun, her husband.

But her husband married another woman.

They also have an unborn child between them.

Du Lingtong went mad with jealousy, and crazily broke through the cemetery that had imprisoned her for more than 200 years.

She rushed into the villa with soaring aura and anger all over her body.

When she learned that Fu Mingcheng would never stand up again in this life, her world collapsed.

All the resentment was not enough to see the decadence in the other party's body, and the vicissitudes and death in her eyes made her feel even more sad.

The first time Du Lingtong saw Liang Lanxie, he knew that she didn't like her husband.

Liang Lanxie's eyes could not see the existence of Fu Mingcheng at all.

In order to find out the truth of the matter and find a way to restore Fu Mingcheng's legs, Du Lingtong stayed by their side incognito.

Knowing the truth about their marriage is to keep the child in Liang Lanxie's womb.

Knowing that Fu Mingcheng's legs were disabled due to a car accident, Du Lingtong secretly had a plan in his heart.

On a sunny afternoon, Du Lingtong came outside the old villa carefully renovated by Fu's family with his big and small bags.

With a simple smile on her face, she introduced herself as a nanny for a domestic company.

In this way, Du Lingtong stayed by Fu Mingcheng's side for six years as a nanny.

Six years is not too long and not too short, it is enough for her to do many things and weave a beautiful illusion that is exclusive to Fu Mingcheng.

Du Lingtong, who was paralyzed on the sofa, became weaker and weaker, and his soul body was already beginning to appear.

She tilted her head and looked out of the window, Yuncheng was shrouded in black clouds.

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, ready to destroy it, bringing with it the danger of the coming wind and rain.

Today is the best time to steal the dragon vein luck, everything is ready and only owes the east wind.

Unfortunately, after Qiao Luoyan killed more than a dozen monks, her plan could not be completed.

Du Lingtong tilted his head laboriously, staring at Fu Mingcheng who was not far away, who had never spoken a word from the beginning to the end.

There was a hint of attachment in her eyes, and her red lips, which gradually turned from black to light, moved slightly, and said in a weak voice, "Sir, I'm leaving."

Experience the taste of death again. Compared with Du Lingtong more than 200 years ago, the pain when he was dying is only a lot more.

What was waiting for her this time was a ghost.

The parting between her and her husband will last forever.

Fu Mingcheng stared at her extremely calmly, his eyes were cold, and he said calmly, "Let's go, maybe your husband is waiting for you."

His nonchalant indifference attitude seemed too heartless.

Du Lingtong cried: "Sir——"

Her husband is here.

The other party didn't recognize her, and even gave her a smile stingily.

Holding Ling'er in his arms, Fu Mingcheng controlled the wheelchair under him to turn around and head towards the elevator.

His cold voice sounded: "I'm not, thank you for taking care of me these six years."

Seeing Fu Mingcheng press the stairs button, Du Lingtong shouted loudly: "Sir, Linger is not Miss Liang's child!"

The person in the wheelchair held the child in his arms, his arms trembling violently.

The elevator is right in front of you, it opens and closes slowly.

Fu Mingcheng held his daughter's hand with increasing strength, and a terrifying low-pressure aura emanated from his whole body.

His lips trembled slightly, and he stated with great force: "Aunt Du, Linger is my daughter whom I have raised for six years!"

Du Lingtong felt that his legs were slowly disappearing.

Enduring the pain in her soul and body, she smiled sadly: "But she is also my daughter, and she was conceived by me with a strand of my own soul and blood!"

Fu Mingcheng slowly closed his eyes, not daring to look at the toy in his daughter's arms.

He had already noticed some things, but he was subconsciously avoiding them.

Now that Du Lingtong has brutally exposed the truth, he can only retort in self-deception: "Impossible!"

There was unconcealed sadness in his trembling voice.

If it hadn't been a last resort, how could Du Lingtong have the heart to make her husband sad.

She gritted her teeth and said with pain: "Miss Liang's child died as soon as she was born, she couldn't accept the fact, and her mental state became unstable.

It was I who tampered with your memory, conceived Ling'er, and became your child.

The doll in Ling'er's arms is a gift you gave me as a promise of love. Can you really not remember it? "

Fu Mingcheng remained silent, but he did not press the elevator button again.

Du Lingtong's pale face showed distorted pain.

She took a deep breath and continued: "The doll in Ling'er's hand contains a ray of my soul, and only under the warmth of evil spirit can she cultivate a physical body.

I said this just to let you know that Ling'er won't survive if I die, so give her to me, and I will let her live. "

Children conceived with heaven-defying magic, after the death of the creator, the children will also be scattered with their souls.

Du Lingtong was reluctant to let her husband live alone in this world.

Fu Mingcheng hugged the child in his arms tightly, and opened those bloodshot eyes full of sadness and grief.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Du Lingtong persuaded in a soft voice: "Sir, leave Ling'er to me. After I leave, at least there will be someone who can stay by your side."

She is running out of time.

But Fu Mingcheng remained motionless.

Du Lingtong began to beg bitterly: "Sir, give me Ling'er."

Qiao Luoyan upstairs saw this scene expressionlessly.

Fu Mingcheng seemed inhuman, he had gone through all kinds of hardships, his eyes only had a desolate numbness and indifference.

And Du Lingtong's humble begging was too selfless.

It seemed that her world could not accommodate anything other than this man.

Qiao Luoyan was not moved by the entanglement between them in the slightest, her exquisite eyebrows were tightly frowned, and she didn't even bother to look any further, she took Pei Yinan's hand and left.

The two did not return to the bedroom, but flew down the balcony on the second floor.

With his feet firmly on the ground, Pei Yinan looked down at Qiao Luoyan's displeased and tangled expression.

A slight smile flashed across his brows and eyes, knowing that the girl hadn't enlightened yet.

With a relaxed tone, he asked gently, "Joe, what are we going to do?"

Qiao Luoyan took his hand and walked forward, and answered concisely: "Set up the formation, protect the dragon's veins!"

(End of this chapter)