Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 390 - There is a kind of beauty called blank space
Li Qingmei speculated that maybe this Mr. Nanshan and his beloved woman couldn't stay together for some reason.

Something happened to the woman, she died early, or was seriously injured, so the first Mr. Nanshan escaped into the Taoist sect to save her, but judging from the coffin on the fourth floor, it seems that the affectionate Mr. Nanshan did not save her Beloved woman.And he also died.

Sikong Que stared thoughtfully at the inscription tablet next to the stone gate.

The first Mr. Nanshan and his wife were buried in the Jiulong coffin. There are not many words on this inscription, only warnings such as people not to disturb the peace of him and his beloved wife.

"The woman on the stone gate is very similar to you, haven't you noticed? To be precise, the woman is exactly the same as the slender you back then."

Si Kongque saw the clues in the portrait at a glance, and now he walked back and forth between Li Qingmei and the portrait, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the woman in the portrait was Li Qingmei.

"I?"

Li Qingmei was a little surprised, no wonder she found that woman very familiar, but why did her portrait appear on this jade gate?

And that notch is obviously very old, at least one or two thousand years old, how could she appear here thousands of years ago?

"Maybe it's not necessarily your previous life. This world is so big and full of wonders. For example, you were sent to me by God in the dark. This is a predestined thing."

"Could it be that I am the reincarnation of the first Mr. Nanshan?"

"Zibuyu is strange and chaotic!"

Li Qingmei felt that it was absurd that these things that could not be explained by science were all attributed to miracles, so she interrupted Sikong Que's weird thoughts.

"There is no such thing as reincarnation in this world. It is indeed possible to travel to different time and space through space-time rifts, but this is a time-space fault that humans cannot explain scientifically, similar to the existence of wormholes."

"You don't understand, anyway, it means that human beings can go to different eras through time and space rifts. Maybe in that space, they will meet someone who is exactly like themselves, but that person is not you, but in that parallel space. another you."

Li Qingmei was a little babbling, but Sikong Que obviously understood what she meant.

"Do you mean that maybe in another dimension, there is another you? Existing parallel to the current you, spending a lifetime with another man?"

Sikong Que asked a little sourly.

"Maybe it is! But I haven't verified it, I just deduced it from the suicide note of the ancestor of Huyan."

"Maybe I'm a man in another dimension, or maybe I have three husbands and four attendants by my side."

Feeling that the atmosphere of the conversation between the two was a little tense, Li Qingmei began to laugh at the non-existent other her in a relaxed tone.

On the other hand, Sikong Que took everything Li Qingmei said to heart very seriously, and the other
"Light brow."

"This medicine is really powerful! I.I."

He forced himself to take out a Hidden Blade, and stabbed at his fingertips, ten fingers connected to his heart, the pain of cutting out his heart instantly pulled back his remaining sanity.

Seeing this, Li Qingmei also pulled out the lancet that was in the bun, and stabbed it fiercely at her index finger, hissing, it really hurts, under the attack of severe pain, she regained her clarity.

"Huyan is ruthless, if you forcefully seal her acupoints temporarily as the price, and pass the test of this love potion, she may explode and die due to blood qi surge! Try to numb the senses with pain!"

Huyan, who was walking in the front, heard the words ruthlessly, so he stopped and unlocked Yan Qiang's acupuncture points, but the moment he swung his sharp sword to cut Yan Qiang, he turned his face away awkwardly.

"Li Qingmei, come and help me! I...I can't do it!"

"Pfft."

Li Qingmei was stunned for a moment, the decisive Huyan Wuqing sometimes couldn't do it, and it was just a shallow wound, not killing Yan Qiang with a single sword.

Suddenly, it seemed that this man was not as ruthless as she imagined, at least he had a kind and honest side when facing the one he loved.

So she walked quickly to Yan Qiang's side holding the lancet, grabbed her finger, and stabbed her index finger with the knife.

"what"

"Ruthless, I'm in so much pain, I'm dying!"

Yan Qiang straightened up abruptly, and began to howl with his hands clutching his fingers. Hu Yan ruthlessly rushed to Yan Qiang's side and pushed Li Qingmei away.

"I said! Are you trying to make her wake up or not? It's just a cut of a finger. You're doing it. It's easy for people to misunderstand that I cut off a big piece of her flesh!"

Li Qingmei sneered and mocked Huyan Wuqing's shameless act of killing donkeys, so she angrily returned to Sikong Que's side, took Sikong Que's hand and rushed into the stairs.

The fifth floor was actually built directly in the center of the lava lake. In the isolated island glowing with fire, a black brocade box was placed in the center of the isolated island.

"Qingmei, hold on to me, let's fly over!"

Sikong Que hugged Li Qingmei tightly, raised his breath and performed lightness kung fu, but his face suddenly changed.

"Qingmei, I'm afraid we won't be able to fly, I don't know when I lost all my internal strength!"

"Hahaha, God help me too!"

Huyan hugged Yan Qiang heartlessly, and then rushed to the lava lake.

But when he was proud of his luck, his face suddenly turned pale.

(End of this chapter)